Remember Me

remember me on your way to heaven
i'm forced to believe how discernible
how close we were to ruination
if you didn't mend our ways
if you didn't dictate future into our fistful melody
your complaints, now i understand
our time together is a brief fragrance to forget
and to relearn sometime tomorrow where it fits
does that make it trivial, darling?

Dance of Life

Bold as you alone can be

And quiet in the shade

I don't hear you growing

Nor do I dream of your flying

All your way up to heavens&back is a silent dance

Inerrable taps set irresistible trace

Take me in for a ride

This I feel can be nothing façade

Azavahe

I keep coming back, over and over
I happened to know the path leading home
Where're you and where're you?
Places we've been to keep calling, calling
They keep glowing, I shrinking
Azava he, k'amaso yanjye amukumbuye
Azava he k'umutima wanjye umukumbuye

Yearns&Pins

I'm nowhere in your library, obviously
Nowhere in your gallery
A riddle that stood the test of seasons
Your glorious temple bear not my name
Sir, why, from your songs I draw my inspiration
You are the talk of our village
The muse of our cottage
Yet I know not your visit
Your face is a mystery, only imaginary
Your being everywhere but in my hut is a grievance
In vain have I reached out with my longing hands many a times
Am I too much a hold, sir?

This Must Be It

So this is it?
The thought I've been feeding since day one
Of who would get here first
Of who would upturn this eerie quest
The end I've been dying to begin
This must be it, this must be it

Don't Die Tomorrow

Don't die tomorrow
There are still smiles to sip
Miles to treat
There are still hearts to break.
Don't die tomorrow
There are still nights to love
Lovers to keep
There are still stars to give.
Rather die tonight
There's coffee for company
Poetries to sing
There are wounds needing to heal

Ain't the End

This is ain't the end,
Who knows how far it stretches
How lively it aches
This is for my friend whose face I'd rather forget
Whose memory is so stubborn
This is for my comrade who's lost his pulse
Whose world he thinks a hybrid curse, black&white
I say, keep the fight, keep eyes on the cause
Call it not the pause, one step forward leads there
The gods aren't fair, you say
The night came to stay
Think not of sex and hunting love
It'll end, the night will end unknowing
Think not of coulda-been's
If anything, look not at him

M-Y F-A-T-E

Photo by Isai Ramos

Yours is love
I long to hear
Within the rattling droplets of midnight rain
The kind I read in blue skies
And the music of the spheres
And the harmonious pulse of our hearts
Time's inconceivableness, we conceive like open petal
The light that transcends my soul
Underneath the walls, you swept your way inside
Is it true that I shall sing your name
I on the flute or the trumpet or inanga
Somewhere it will ring like heaven
It has to be your hand that will lift me up to the sun
That will write my good days
And I who shall spell them
As M-Y F-A-T-E
I who shall dance to celebrate
It is I who shall outlive my fears
My death and the dark days that are stained on my pillows
That are sprayed in the afterglows of my room
It is you who will share my shrubbed house

Chatbox

Photo by Hal Gatewood from Unsplash

 For Shiny; I’m not so romantic but your love forces me to be:)

She loves me

She says

Words come up with

Supernatural conveyance

Of tasty unknowns

Of what would only come

From greenish dreamland

We stand close together

Holding present & future

The past clenched in our fists

Makes little whines

Unheard they go past

Momentarily suffocating

We paint each letter with love

And hope for uncertainties

Heavens wrote down for us

The chat room, our pitfall

Of tulip-bedded floor

We are safe once trapped

And falling