#Pain2

Pain is silent
Pain is deafening
Pain rolls you over to dead end and back
Pain knows no boundary
Pain exercise no courtesy
I once courted Him
Why, he loved me back

Ntawabonetse

He's got to take the joke to bed
the bloke needs a little sleep
tomorrow, another laughable day
who's to share the humour?
Who's to break the curse and curve it into fine jewellery?
A silver wristlet maybe, that will serve him all right
Ntawabonetse
Now listen to this; a bloke is broken, period

Remembering

Photo by David Monje on Unsplash

No new conversation is at the end of the night,
it's tranquil and undisturbed, a silent visit
dawn meets me outside and leads the way
Remembering is gray, a breeze that brings future close
within my realm, within the reach of my mind
I look back, eyes meet my people
who didn't choose to stay in the dark
I now carry their lamps, world's eyes need to adjust
Future holds me dear, gives me fresh oil
I give her my hand; mould her, shape her
I build her from the soil that bedded my elders,
drank from their blood and thus she beams of hope
My dream spills on to my children in their sleep;
of united hands, of loving and forgiving hearts
and they walk through the days unconquered
Remembering is my revered prayer
of meeting you at the end of the journey
of holding hands again, of crying together
It's tasting your presence around with nostalgic longing
of old days, of old ways that won't cross again
But there's heaven; yes, there's heaven for us
there's endless stream of joy that awaits us somewhere
God's hand is on that, I booked my way to meet you there
Remembering is bringing you back to mind and to heart
where you always belonged, now and forevermore

A Tale of Heaven and the Mountain

Photo by Thomas Serer

The Mountain once went over to his friend Heaven for a chat as he customarily did. "Why are you so up high and hard to reach?" He asked. "I don't know," the Heaven replied. "Maybe it is the working of Nature." The Heaven said with a sigh. Yes, she knew she was up high and hard to reach, alright, but she had no part in deciding her dwelling place. Not one she knew of, at least.
"But we are the Nature. I mean, of course we didn't decide where we were to dwell but I can't help wondering what you have up there that is so appealing. Well, you are said to bed the gods and everything but, come off it and tell me what secret you have with you that makes everyone so restless and quite crazed to reach you." The Mountain went on. The question had been burning inside him for longer than he could remember but he wasn't envious whatsoever. He was just curious about why children and adults alike are always eager to climb him thinking that he is the way to Heaven, that they are neighbors. The Heaven paused for one thoughtful moment and then smiled, the smile of sudden realization. "I think I know why." The Heaven said without letting the smile off her lips. "It is because I am invisible and since the beginning of Time, tales of my beauty and me housing the gods in my realm never ceased to bring me fame and neverending attraction. I just hope that they will not be disappointed if ever one day they make it to reach my realm."

#Death

Once or so I think I saw death flashing across my face

Or else it was having a show in the mirror, what do I know

Maybe it was just hanging on the screens I looked at

when they shot me (not dead, not alive either)

On a number of occasions I had to take a second glance

Then I would smile and pat my soul. I was not a dream

I was not a nightmare. Maybe a nightmare, or so life has always seemed

But that does not matter now, that's for the time to lament

Because what haunts a man is more of a settler, a lifetime guest