Creativity, recording current history
You work for me. And I’m tired of seeing, my countrymen bleeding, for the sake of your fees. See, you work for me, But I can not believe in your incompetent grinning, at my nations needs. You work for me inadequately. Selfishly stabbing our unity. Spitting at the beauty in diversity. Disrespectfully rubbing dirt in the wounds which it…
I cried, the first day that I laid my eyes on a horizon lined by land locked water. In the country I call home. Honesty is an integral element of integrity. If one wishes to be understood, one must learn to speak clearly. Words spoken out, should not be out loud if they are…
My lakes have grass And my roads have water Not enough reforestation But it seems to be fine, That the best dug out holes, Are on hazardous inclines. My lakes have grass My roads have water As we weave off the edges Of what should be dual carriage To bypass the ditches which cross…
She owns the world, with a paint brush Of words Which caress lifes’ obstacles with an overpowering; ‘It is well.’ October, November which bring rainy days, She picks out the lilac to frame the grey and rain purple rain So the roads, with confetti celebrate our way. She speaks in metaphors of a…
So, I looked for my front porch the other night. Longingly, wandering about the feeling of being home at last. But I stumbled past shady trees, which held my sight. Mockingly pretending, they would shield the rain, take on the lightening blasts. I grazed my knees on acacia thorns, discarded by tall vagabonds, Resiliently…
We had an uprising, without a solution. We had violent demonstrations, without a revolution. We have an open wound that needs ablution, and has little to do with an incomprehensible constitution. We have selfish statues, which stand by false statutes, on mountains, unreachable for anyone with the right attributes. Who have the money and the…
My waiste line curves just right. so hold on tight; to be my wheels You increase the speed And I’ll take flight My wings await the lift you bring Soaring, our own melody, we sing in perfect harmony. Our eyes reflect sunrise, deep in the nights of heart felt smiles, like whispers of promise that…
My poetry makes me face This world as I truly am. Alone. I do not always have faith in the words, At first. But the words have faith in me. They come from deeper inside, Than I can always see. So, I write to search, I write to find. Lessons I may otherwise, have left…
Preferential steering, Though target is veering. Almost splitting seams, Rushing to catch the sun beaming. Capturing ceilings, develop Concealing, mental portraits Of what it’s about. Hypnotic feelings, rise, Ever leaning towards the unreal, Till she looses what was found. Hope, sometimes a euphemism for denial. Passing judgement in that, which is…
I lie between the sheets with her sometimes, She sounds my soul. When my mind was filled with pain or fear, She licks me clean as a fresh baked bowl. When I can’t hold her hand, I call for her in words untold. With telepathic expertise, she Navigates my folds. Till, like a flower, become…