SOLITUDE PT2

Sit by, watch and stare
as the world goes by spinning like a carousel
Stand aside and view
the happy people as they get on with their lives
The world goes on without a care for him
who sorrows and worries and despairs
The thoughts and travails of others are thrown
away and forgotten
In a moment of joyful and merry rejoicings
Sit alone and weep in the misfortune that has befallen you
Rave, rage and rant at your solitary state
The silence, the loneliness...
But, be sure it won't be forever.

SOLITUDE

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Silence; the shroud of peace and comfort
Solitude; the blanket that shrouds all in protective embrace
The oppresive quietude that hangs overhead
Leaves everything cowering in daunting solemnity
As the wind whistles by, kissing and caressing the leaves and the shrubs

Listen,
Hear the ants and other insects going about in the deep wood forest
Watch the birds fly high in distant skies
And the fishes swimming gloriously in the cool, refreshing stream
as it flows on its long journey into the big river beyond
Feel the rustling of the leaves and the swaying of the trees,

as they bow their heads in perpetual obeisance to the rushing winds
Let the tranquility and the spirit of the calm jungle atmosphere
Permeate your whole being as you wallow deeper in the waters of

SOLITUDE.

EASTERN STAR

I saw a shiny star
Never thought I would see one like it
Not this far into the eastern parts
Where I have sojourned these past weeks
I have searched far and wide
Looking all the time for something
Something I know not what
But, now I think I have found it
The precious object that I have searched for
It is so beautiful and bright
Giving out a glow that melts the soul
How I wish I could hold and touch for a while
Oh! I will rather I keep it as mine
Would you come to me shiny star if I call?

LOST BIRD

Come home to me sweet one
My darling bird chirping in distant lands
I hear your faint sing-song as I lay here half asleep
It is like sweet music rejuvenating my soul
Come home to your cage to roost
My beautiful robin
My one and only bird.

Just a thot...

When life starts acting like a b...h
All you need do is plead
But, when she starts acting like she don't give s..t
You have to gout there and start kicking a...

BOOK OF LIFE

The morning brings forth new dreams
Created by yesterday's conscious schemes
Life is just like a film
Acted by majority with full steam

Life comes in stages and phases
Each to be taken with different paces
Because of the frequent change in casts and faces
Which time has thrown up to fill the empty spaces

For those who rush at life with vigor
They soon find out often too late of its rigors
That has left countless souls in senseless stupor
With little hope of revival, but from the divine Saviour

Life is a book
In which the spaces are all booked
Both by the civil and the crook
For all to learn what they've cooked

STILL BORN

Oh! It is a still born
It is a still born
How do we tell Her?
That her first born,
A son, is a still born
Oh! Grief and sorrow
The unshed tears inside flow
Of deep pain making all hollow.
Who will tell Her?
That Her beautiful baby boy in a bundle
Is not for Her eyes to behold and Her hands to fondle
Oh! Grief, loss and fearful sorrow.
It is a still born
The yet to be heralded joy is now immeasurable sorrow
Desolate faces of inept doctors tell it all
The bilous tongue refusing to utter
What the inevitably betraying eyes has seen
Oh! Who will tell Her?
That her babyis no more
She rejoices ignorantly
Not knowing that her nurtured foetus of four decades and more
Is born a warped, twisted and ugly tot
Condemned to no other fate than that of decay, neglect and and more.

RAIN

Tiny drops of rain
Falling down the Drains
Down, down it drips
Deep into the soil it seeps
Tiny drops of beauty
Pouring down on the city
Shiny drops that creeps
Slowly and surely all over the streets
Rain drops so crisp and sweet
Washing away all the city's pains.

WHO CAN?

The end, the end
Gradually the rickety bus grinds to a halt
The end, the end
Slowly the monstrous train screeches to a halt
As the brakes are applied to bring it to a stop
Where is the end?
To this senseless killing and mindless maiming
When will it stop?
The high powered corruption
The blue and white collar crimes
Who will apply the brakes?
To put a stop to this rumbling, crumbling and ready to crash country?
Rolling unhindered down the road to self-destruction
Tell me who?

BEAUTY

Brown eyes, brown skin
Smooth to the touch, mellow to the sight
Soft voice, full sensous lips
Pleasant to the ear, pleasurable to kiss

Long hands, slender frame
Quick to hold, frail to the touch
Soft palms, loving heart
Ready to caress, yearning to love

Quick to temper, always soothing the pains
Takes time to learn her and gain her confidence, never to be made sad
Come into my world paragon of beauty, the limitless source of love and joy
Bbay Girl, your name is engraved forever in this yearning heart.

HOME RUN

Come to rest BEAUTIFUL BLACK one
Mother of so many and father of MANY MORE
Come to rest loving, caring and wonderful morn'
The evening sets in gradually to its place of yore
Come in you weary, hardworking sun glow
Rest your HEAD HERE carefully,
Yes! there you are...Mother Africa....

ANTITHESIS

Balls of Fire, tongues of flame
Lashes of pain, buffet of agony
Wailings and groanings, gnashings and moanings
Terror of failure, fear of disappointment
Dreams gone awry, never to be rejuvenated
Love gone sour, friendship turned into enmity
Good and Bad
These are the forces that rule men's lives.

NEW

Just feeling my way around. I need a guide. Someone who is nice, and ready to be at me side...

Anyone?