Retouched

Rrrr...

Rrrrrrrr...

tap - pat - tap - rat-at-tat

Rrrrrrrr...

Rrrr...

The rain drops touch
my silvery skin

AGAIN!

Losing Princely

Look at him Lord,
he is rising like smoke -
slow... choking... transient...
elusive smoke...
He fades...

I feel like I am loosing Princely -
that I am taking steps farther
away from him...
That my body walks this
sphere in opposing directions
with my soul - my spirit -
His struggles are different
Lord: of the intellect and
spirit...

I am moving away from myself -
I seem to forget my passion,
my goals, my needs - my wants!
I seem not to know what I am
here for anymore -
and although I know, I have
enclosed myself within the needless
borders of expectations -
which I am bound to meet

And the seconds carry me away
- from me!
Tears knock my eyes door...

But even in this journey away from
me - I find you! - so I find
myself again, for you
contain me...

Mapenzi Ya Neema

Wala sistahili
Kuwa hapa mbele zako mpenzi
Wala sistahili
Kuwa mbele ya huu utakatifu

Ni mangapi nimefanya
Ambayo kweli yakuumiza roho
Ni mara ngapi nimekuwa
Nacheza cheza tu na moyo wako

Kwani ni nini nikifanyacho
Kinachokufanya tu unipende
Kwani mimi ningekuwa wewe
Ningenyanyuka nisepe – niende!!

Wala si – stahili – mimi si – stahili
Mapenzi yako yananizidi
Wala si – stahili
Pendo lako lanijaza
Lakini...

Wala sistahili
Kuwa hapa mbele zako Yesu
Wala sistahili
Kusimama mbele ya huu utakatifu

>>to Jesus - the life of my LOVE!!

Alchemy

Heavy trickles slowly down
And I in patience pine
Seconds run infinite to Town
For mercy’s strange to time –
But Town is not, so seconds frown
And Heavy still oozes fine –

My head aches as thoughts break
And I pull Ale and Cake
But Stomach fails to hold
And Ale falls, and Cake rolls
Down an endless Hole –

Eureka! –

I stretch my hand and wait to hold
From Heavy a weighty lump of Gold
But even Heavy now grows old
Even Air now is sold
(And still there is no Gold) –

Distraught I hop from my shop –
All life is Dope, there is no hope
And so I throw my Hands in Wind
And this void now becomes a friend

Touching Wind – holding Wind –
I cannot – but Wind touches me –
It holds and embraces me

Now in all, I see gold
In myself and in my world –

--all we do is Alchemy until we touch Wind--

>>One of the deepest pieces I've ever written!!!

Back to Black (unplugged edition)

This is one of my old ones, written>> August:

Sue: Now you're making me turn red!!
Me: Okay - get back to black!
Sue: What do you mean "get back to black!"?
Me: Wait and see!
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Above is the dialogue that gave birth to this poem!!

A friend comments on a guy we like
then all heaven is loose:
We turn red...
Red with love
Red with passion
Red with blood...
We feel our faces heating up
and our cheeks becoming hot wet paint -
Red paint!!

(Nobody else sees it though
for our beautiful skin -
colored like the soil - hides all
the redness!)

At times we struggle:
Every step we take seems to take us
either closer, or farther,
to, or from, the one we love
We fight a battle every centimetre -
every inch's a strife!

Our days are spent in blissful thinking
and hopeful wishing...
Every second's a desire that the one
we love may notice us
...and love us back!

Our dreams are wasted happily
Our time is lost in joy
We throw our thoughts away, with smiles
...all day we think of "us"

We imagine "us"
We wish "us"
We dream "us"
We love "us"
...and pray for "us"

We feel like running to this human being
Running to embrace them, hold on to them,
and just love on them.
Our bodies become kettles
and our blood is heated up -
It playingly runs around our veins
...mastering a childish grace

(All that just because our eyes met theirs!)

But...
we choose not to start the fire
...not to get burnt to ashes
by this ever-blazing flame
We choose not to awaken love
...not to arouse this beautiful beast
until it so desires

We cool our emotions down
telling them to wait:
"for my time has not yet come"

One day we'll share this truth

One day we'll be free to fly on
the red wings of love
seated on the red coach of hearts
with our prince or our princess
beneath an Afrikan sunrise:
Red clouds, orange sky,
and golden twinkles in our eyes:

A beautiful day comes to an end
and another one begins!!

But today...
...we move from red to black:
Back To Black!!

The Drop:

Without - 'tis one that wrestles
Within - one content!

(this is written in reply to Emily Dickinson's "I saw a drop wrestling in the sea - ")

Read the next "Behind the Poetry" for more from this poem!!