To the guy in my dreams
Whose memory draws nothing
But the curving of my lips
Thoughts of the feel of your touch
And the calm that it brought me.

To the stranger in my life,
Memory recalls nothing but sweet memories,
Thoughts all frozen in moments
Of sweet ecstasy and warm laughs
Like a summer in a trying time.

To the girl in my dreams
Whose voice lingers in my ears
The tingles that it brings
I can feel them still, drawn out
Like a silk touch that lasts forever.

To the lady of my life,
Whose sweetness flows through my veins,
Leaving a scent of candy
And a draconian soul
My soft tissue is in yearning.

I am almost giving up
On you, and at the speculation
Of us being happy together
On loving, and being loved in return
Will you let me inside, let me love you?

Giving up on you scares me to death,
Thoughts of leaving you terrify me,
I am chained to a pole in your life
Don’t give up just yet,
For I have let you inside, please love me.

Dear Shawn, thank you for the 7 days of unexpected play with words. Keep keeping on!

Better Check Out Shawn’s blog if you haven’t yet. In Bits Of Many Pieces.

It is a little over a month since
Hadn’t been there in a while
And yet there I was
On this cold shivery night
I was only there because
Home was emptier and chillier
The bodies on the dance floor
My! The DJ had the party going
Music pumped through my veins
The sea of bodies was swirling hot
Intoxicated or not
Everybody was on a high
Nobody was thinking
Or so I thought.

I hadn’t tasted anything this chilly,
Cold with a touch of peace rather malted barley.
Down my throat it slid, smoothly leaving a trail of crazy.
The dancefloor a warm place,
My head and hands propelled
To the right, to the left
In such unison.
Getting on a high was the mission
But nobody was thinking
And so it was.

What nobody ever tells you
Of such nights is the singles
Or seemingly single, I should say
These are the ones having the fun
Casting sly glances everywhere
Ostensibly looking for their next
What nobody ever tells you
Of such nights is the fights
Duels fought on the mezzanine
Bodies for dominance
Eyes for possession
Live brawls for…nothing.

Day 6 of UgBlogWeek, ever been voted “Most likely to start a bar fight”? Nah? #okbye
Better Check Out Shawn’s blog if you haven’t yet. In Bits Of Many Pieces

Dreams Destiny Fate
These all I believe
And Yet
Patience and Companions
I must in equal measure have
Lest my beliefs turn to nought

Love Karma Happiness
These All I Believe
But without
Tears and Persistence
Carried and Endured
My beliefs may nought harvest

Family Friendship God
These All I Believe
Still Though
Temptations and Doubt
I must always overcome
For there’s nought my dreams can’t conquer.

 

Dreams Destiny Fate
All I must believe
But reality a block,
A perfect suaveolent syzygy
So I believe in a blink
Lest I loose all that I dream of.

Love Karma Happiness
A combination of hope & traps
Or so did granny warn
With which, a kaleidoscope of butterflies I am.
Without which a surfeit of skunks
A combination treasured.

Family Friendship God
These all I believe
Departings & betrayal
I despise
Pretending to be fine
For there’s nought my dreams can’t conquer.

We tried something new, and we believe it worked out haha… The usual thanks to this guy >> Shawn,
In Bits Of Many Pieces #UgBlogWeek

Our cultures are on a low low

Bodies scroddled in different colours,

Tribes and cultures.

But we are now losing it,

We praise English yet we are forgetting

Our own languages.

We have sagging pants and tosticating tatoos

And we dress like Chris Adam models.

Hey, is the new greeting even with the elders,

We disregard the basics upon which our parents bore us,

We know nothing off our lineages, 

The heck we dont even know our cousins,

Do you see that your cousin might be 

the girl you are secretly dating?

 

Do you wonder at the reason behind

Your mama’s constant pushing

We know nothing of our history

The heck can you even draw our boundaries

Chill, is the new chastiser for every criticism

We don’t care for opinions if they’re not our own

We have “bipolar personalities” and “crazy exes” 

And we colour our hair every new month

We speak of vernacular as though

It’s not the language of our people

‘preciating multilingualism and globalisation

Yet we have nothing to show of our very own

Do you see that the cause you’re championing

Is only going to get you lost?

Shawn, as usual….OBUGALO!! Thank you for doing this with me! #UgBlogWeek

Clad in neither the knight’s armour,
Nor the lieutenant’s camouflage,
Armed not with a guerilla’s machete,
Nor the lawyer’s manner of elocution,
‘Fraid not of the opponent’s arsenal
Nor the fickleness of my allies’ promises
Committed to winning, not just this spat
Nor the inevitable battle, but the war ahead.

The battle line is harrowed,
With a heavy heart,
filled with a void of unmastered strength,
I move towards my point of success,
Popejoy marching like a knight
with a shrewdness of an ape,
Obumbrating the enemy in all angles,
And like a tokoloshe, afraid of losing.
In such an abstruse moment,
the heart is sure of winning.

Dressed for battle like a sloth of bears
Armed to the teeth ready to snare
Fuelled by rage, anger and pure brawn
Shouting battle cries, slogans
All just learned passed on by other men
Meaningless words to replace truth
What I would be saying could only
More trouble beget than we already have
Because, bless me, this battle is long overdue.

If you don’t know by now, this collaboration for #UgBlogWeek is happening with #Shawn. Thank him for the resilience, and pay his blog a visit too! [www.dkawalya44.wordpress.com]

3am and my soul obstinate
Jumps out of a nightmare,
With a tough raspy voice
And a dark shrewd face,
I called onto God.
Hope carried to gleaming heights
And then dropped to tatters,
Gruesomely attached to reality,
Salty waters flowed down my cheeks,
Mirred with betrayal and hatred.

5am and my heart beats a-flutter
Churning and twisted with stabbings
I’ve cried it all out
Yet still numbness does not come
I loathe that it’s my body, my spirit
That takes this beating
I’ve known people worse,
They surely were readier than I was
For this pain, it can’t have been for me.

The tears don’t seem to know hope,
Trenches of flow show on my face,
I should have been prepared,
For it wasn’t a nightmare I had
But reality flashing beams of lightning in my face,
Crude and uncouth reality is,
A perfect comfort zone marauded
And these tears shall not stop flowing

And my heart does not stop beating
A staccato drum inside my body
Playing the melody of a fighting spirit
Ailing is not a state I’ll be in for long
But will my physical self be strong enough?
Do I have the strength to hold me together?
My will is weak, my soul longing
This worldly pain could be nothing
To compare to the battle that
Goes on, and on, and on inside.

See this Shawn keeps praising the wrong people. Poetry knows no self-modesty. Mister, clap for yourself!

#UgBlogWeek

It’s all a game of waiting
With bated breath or anxious gulps
The constant remains; it’s lurking
And yet we know where it will arise
Like the inevitable eclipse,
It will come and we will know
Like a bright shadow, you’ll see it
The rising will be upon us
Like the wrath, the fury
Of an old dragon tickled in it’s sleep

It’s the least of our worries
In plain sight it hides,
Camouflaged by reality and dreams
It will sweep across like a crazy sea tide
We shall stumble and fall,
When the rising is upon us
With a strength that can’t be ignored.

With the calmness of inevitability
We’ll take it on, arms raised
Not in a fight, don’t get me wrong
We’ll let it pass, this rising tide
For it’s not ours to halt nor yours to steer
The rising is a retaliation long overdue
Like a lioness stung on a hot afternoon
You know you’re going to get it
It’s coming.
This freestyle and many more for #UgBlogWeek will be written by #nkima and #shawn. Thank you, Shawn, as always!

Sometimes I wake up to a cold heart

A lonely soul

As time flies

I listen to the sweet and serene cry of nature,

The songs of birds in love,

As I lay alone in my bed.

Memories of you flirt with my soul

Thinking of you crashes my mind

I am in the state of sweet surrender,

I am a prisoner held captive by your love,

Your smile, your laugh, your touch,

Please take me home.

Take me to where your heart finds rest,

Take me as I am, a drunkard of emotion and feelings.

Let me be that one,

The one who gets to greet you err morning

And kiss you err night,

The one you get to call lover-boy,

For I am crazy when I’m with you,

And I want to stay that way.

 

But boy will he, will he every passing day

Be the one to fill that role,

Be the one that wants me to call him these names

Will you give in to my attentions, teases and endearments

That days past I’ve been already calling you in my head

I want to wake up to your touch

Go through hours and nights knowing

Most of your smiles

Are mine and mine alone

Boy, do I wanna call you lover boy, baby, bae

All those cliché things we laughed at

During all those late-night conversations 

When we were nothing more than friends

Now that we’re trying to be something more 

Oh yes everyone finds our attempts and struggles cray

But you get it, you get me

Maybe because it’s a kind of “us” typa life now

I think of you when there’s something new to tell,

To laugh at, to get depressed over

I think of you when there’s nothing left to think

So maybe there’s nothing to question on this

Maybe there’s no what ifs and what nots on this page of our lives

Let’s just grab our scrolls, turn the leaf over and have you writing with me

 

Aww but the things you do unto me,

I can swear you render me speechless,

I have crafted words just for you,

Master of my art just to please you.

And since you feel the same way about me,

I will make no promises for they can be broken

I will make a vow,

Not even death will do us part.

But this, I want to do when on one knee,

Looking into those golden beautiful eyes,

I want to see your colour fade when I pop the ring,

I want to see the smile on your face form,

A developing blush and acceptable smirk.

As I give you the ring around which my heart is wound.

Then, I will take you places,

As you call me those cliché things we laughed about,

I will call you bae, angel, my cupcake.

Through hours, I intend to smile at all your smiles,

I look forward to sleepless nights and endless tales,

Crazy laughs and many memories,

And such will be us,

Crazy as we are, nothing can hold us now,

Only if you say the word.

 

And if by word you refer to the “yes”,

Then darling that I’ve already said

Countless, inconceivable times I have acquiesced

My body, my soul, my mind especially 

All are yours, for you to please 

To take to places imaginary and real

To swing through dances for us and for the world to see

A vow, we could write and recite

But our hearts, that’s where our promises are written

In ink indelible for us to read

On our fingertips and on our lips

Words tattooed for our eyes only

For such are phrases that only we crave

And for that, I’m ready 

Take upon it as you see fit

For memories are already in progress,

And words, well words outspoken are only for formality.

This lovely freestyle was written by #nkima and #shawn. Thank you Shawn for being inspiration!