Life in Words
Photo by scribe for love They cut all that whispers sweet love when the wind blows They drained all the melody from brooks and streams They killed all the smoothness of the water that flows And they ate all that howls and roars when man dreams See what a waste the world becomes! When men … Continue reading Battle for green 2
Photo fromhttp://scribeforlove.wordpress.com I saw the light in the night I saw a group of knights fight They sought a ray, a hope To brighten the dim that was turning to dark They sought to kill a plague They sought to retain a heritage of cool and green The beauty and charm not created by man … Continue reading Battle for green
what if life was like a man pursued by an army of unbeatable sure-handed villains what if arrows shot came like a storm that no space is left to hide his mortal body if at a count of each second, one shot hits him wouldn't it be easy to die a wounded man? but, what … Continue reading What if…
I'll tell you for sure, I once was a keeper of pigs, now I feel like one. Like a trash can unemptied; smelly and annoying. I will show you once, how I'm filled with waste, all reason is gone; the love, the sorrow... everything. All that remains is regret. I stay alarmed; my joy is … Continue reading CONSTANT TEMPTATION
Once a time I play songs, Songs that once offset my pain, Pain induced by lack and rejection, Rejection by fruits of my labour and sweat, Sweat that dried up my tears and eyes Eyes that only saw bareness and despair. Despair.... Despair flying like an owl, scratching my faith Faith in myself, faith in … Continue reading Songs
From the deepest locus of the galaxy, A star was created on a priceless platter The molder made her heart hot And the blare became a light that lifts spirits She designed herself in a fashion as a gem She shone on skin and never by sin She cleared all trouble and trailed a path … Continue reading Birth of a star
Looking through the window of the bus that moves so swiftly, The air squeezing in by the two pores excites. Like a gulp of cold water on a heated day. The black clay and cotton soils, The grass glowing amber against the sunset.. They all conjure up a life back in Mwea. Where at times … Continue reading Memories
We let the sand cover our faces, Allowed it to stick on us, leaving traces We let the sun roast our dark skins, Making them as precious oil, precious skins We let the particles glitter in the scorching sun And our precious jewels showed to every man Unto every creation, our teeth like gems Which … Continue reading When we were
She said she loved me more than any of the friends she had before, and she said she missed me whenever we had to part of even for a weekend off schedule. She said her heart ached when I could not keep tight a talk, and that a small prick had kept her bleeding all … Continue reading Wrapped
I sat in the ashes, looking at the wounds that so lazily tried to metamorphose into scars, of all that was left of self imposed stabs and hurts. I pressed each of all with grace, closing eyes, anticipating the pain that existed not. I winced at the slightest feeling, but there was no pain. "Move … Continue reading The Tears of My Scars
