Sunday, November 25, 2018

DEAR CHILD


You gather stars with your soft songs
And woo the naked moon
With your innocence 

The moonlight kisses your presence
And speaks of you highly
In the rays of her full nakedness
She comes down to fellowship with man

In the wake of your presence
Mother nature sends her apologies 
She pleaded guilty
To her ill-treatment 
Of hatred; of pain; and suffering
On floods of your kind
Buried deep into their mothers comfort

I plead guilty too
If only I wasn't born
Into this failed society
Where you my child 
will never go to school
Where the teachers cane 
Will never taste your buttocks

If only I wasn't around 
To witness
When you my child
Grow up to understand
That the land is polluted 
By sour taste of testosterone juice
The land is not as green
As they claim it is

They say its a patriarch system
That's why you my daughter
Would disown my name 
For another man's 

So you see
That your charming beauty
That sparkle of smile you cherish
Would be wiped off your face
Because you smell of no testosterone fragrance 

Your emerging breasts
Made of milk and honey
Would be doused by wicked lips 
Who consider your kind to be weak
And unequal to bearers of two testicles

My son
If only I could stop you
From hearing the mother drum
The rumbling brawl
From the street where the youths are lazy
if only I could take you off
The company of fools
Those men with sold conscience 
Running after the fragrance 
that came of greed

Don't be like them son
Don't walk in the path
Of lesser mortals
Many souls had gone beyond
Many souls are paralyzed by corruption 
Look away from them
For what lies ahead
Is condemnation.


Thursday, November 22, 2018

REALITY OF BEING A POET


As weak as I am,
As strong as I seem
I dress up with words,
That fit my needs
So
You’ll never quite know,
What I’m really about
A facade of persona,
That you’ll never doubt
I’ll be a pillar when,
Inside I’ve crumbled
Calm, cool,
When my head screams and cries
Fine, when I know an unjust was done
Diplomatic when,
I’m raging inside
You will hear how beautiful life can be,
As I try my own self to convince
I write without, hesitation of hope,
Words of belief,
Are scribbled,
With nary a wince
Our lines, our stanzas,
Our poems of life
We instill faith,
For those who read
While inside we are really calling out,
For ourselves to also believe

BEYOND THE PAIN


Look beyond your regrets;
And paint your pain with a smile 
Don’t spend your today in worries
For life is pregnant with tomorrow 
I will watch your dreamy eyes
Whist you clothe your wishes with roses

Tomorrow holds more blessing,
Like a crown on the head of time.
There is a life away from the street,
Outside those rags around your neck
There is a life for you
Where your dreams will find the corridors of reality 

So honey, do not be afraid of dreaming
because your dreams are not there to scare you,
they are there to let you know 
That something in life is worth it
So go ahead; make those wishes
And paint yourself in tomorrows picture.


LONER'S WISH


Make me better with love
This my throbbing heart needs it dearly
Make me smile in my pain
Whilst I clothe my dreams with roses

Behold my wishes as they float the skies 
These wishes are painted before my eyes
In glitters of a broken smile 
My countless desires are bloated

Allow me to tell the world that I am naked
Allow me to feed my sight
With the countless images of fantasy 
I see across the street of life


I’m just a girl; nothing more than a girl
Caught in between reality and dreams
That sound you hear beneath my silence
Are wishful prayers of a kid
In hope of life and its luxuries.


WORDS FOR YOU


Many a thousand word have I written for your sake
From the dusk of the night till when the morning is fully awake
My heart in whole you own; my being in all have I put at stake
Like a fool I am for you; you’ve gat my pen racing with no brake
Here I seek indulgence in dictionaries trying to find words to make
Light of the whole person you are; the whole essence of all your varieties in absolute
Your overwhelming attributes and what they all constitute
Here i find no word anywhere inscribed unlamely
Nor any image in it coherence acuity
To describe the perfection that you have become
The whole person that you are in total sum
There's nothing; no beauty of such left in words to define,
That your smile hasn’t redefine
How can one sentence define you?
how is it that someone like you
Gets the Sun in it’s glorious state laid
In the blanket of your own eyes and the grace they parade
Pens should be made to dance in flowing ink and rhymes
In tale of a lady whose grace keeps us from harm
See men pay homage to your weakness
For their own strength fails them; your acuteness
forces away from them the imperfection they bear
And the birth marks of frail they wear
Your image is carved on the hearts of many whose mind races glaring at it's elegance
My rhythm seems so becharming but it is you that captivates me in all relevance
Your eyes entrap me in it's ultimate capture that I drown in it's majesty
Your heart is surely side by side with mind and my soul you have raptuted completely
To till the lose ground so Your love could grow in my heart with ease
Just as gentle as the breeze and as green as the leaves
It has grown as tall as the trees
Not just in real time; in this present moment so sweet
But when tomorrow comes in it fullness, this love will still be this sweet
Death could find me today and take my soul
But still my heart will forever remain in love with you.

I AM STAN

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