Matekwor Azu

Mohawk Boy

2012-01-11T03:33:00.000+09:00

Six year old man rocks the mohawk of a rock star,
Confidently concentrates on his swagger strut
As he follows his dad around the airport terminal.

Thinking with my mother's brain I disapprovingly judge his parents
With my little sister's face, I smile and flash a thumbs up
My teacher's heart warms at his childfulness.

Outward appearance has an impact on everyone,
How much it matters to you makes you
Dress to impress, you or them.

Tooth Decay

2012-01-11T03:24:00.002+09:00

Sweetheart,
Sugar pie,
Honey bun
Sweetie pancake,
Sugar plum
Hon muffin
Sweet cheeks
Sugar love
Honey bunch

Sweet,
Sugar,
Honey,

Mon chou
Mon sucre d'orge
I wanna taste your goodies,
Put some sugar on me,
Chocolate love.

Eats through the hard enamel epidermis,
drills through soft tissue, seeps down to nerve tissue till abscess forms.
Rotting away the very core of the heart.

Beautiful

2011-08-24T22:29:00.000+09:00

"You are beautiful indeed, I should have told you more times"
The empty words of a wounded soldier,
Won who played the battle as a game,
And lost the war,
And in the damning loser's shame
Is attacked by brutal reality
He spews the truth in an attempt to recover some dignity
But there is none for the cowardly.
This war has no room for the wounded.

Pieces

2011-05-01T23:19:00.000+09:00

A pile of edges heaped in the center of the cold hard floor
Staring into the eyes of the thinker
Teasing,
Mocking
The curves meet the straights
And the straights quickly freeze into corners.
Together the peck paints a picture enshrouded
With the faces and the backs of maybes and what-nots
But each knot carefully untied reveals the beauty of the string
And with careful thought; pure patient plotting
The painting dries-the puzzle complete
Whole is born with the death of pieces.

His Eyes

2011-03-31T22:50:00.000+09:00

Warm rays gently kiss the windows to his soul

Golden flecks dance upon the crystal epidermis

What treasures they endeavor to behol'

Nought one as priceless as it's butterfly kiss

But tease you to flirt with the depth of the brown

A brown so pure it becomes in flashes- gold

Centered by the honesty of dark piths

Ingested, locked behind the shut open gates to who he is

Yet enthralling in the truth they seek.

A comforting gaze, gently boring...

Flicker and the mirage deceives in coy pretense

Unknowing, unfeelingly loving and familiar

Tenderly trenchant, the drops spill as an accidental waterfall quenching desert hearts

Comatose

2011-03-28T01:56:00.000+09:00

For days I have laboured to detangle the iron bars wrought around my heart.
But as I perspired, the harder they clenched their grip in an unbreakable squeeze
Smothered into silence, my body was numbed and the words of my feelings couldnt scream
The mind slipped and the soul barefly lingered as the threads that sew together the fragments of my being were unraveled.
Push as I may shove, my sweat only fertilized the pot of my enemy
I am dead if my soul cannot speak

Eligibility

2011-01-14T00:37:00.001+09:00

Today's birth dragged in some trash from the street.
Treasures from yesterday
And as I sifted through the booty,
The cheap gold's rusts had stolen its short lived luster
And the salty eye sea,
Had washed away the clouds, and the holes,
Voids and inadequacies stared hard at me.
The greatest pains of tomorrow
Teach you to know what to hate.
Hatred begets fire
And a good spark always ignites when it kisses something flammable.
I hug my befallments and sugar my embitterments with sweet experience
This is a man's game.
All below this height may not ride.

2010-12-25T23:41:00.000+09:00

It is not that my heart turned stone
But I built a fortress of rock encasing it
Not deathly unfeeling
but inaccessible to feeling
It feels it knows, it beats it thinks of you
Everyday when accosted by the shadows of yesterday,
By the mirrored me that stares deep into my soul
Then just as quickly darts her eyes away from truth
Not understanding but unwilling to feel
I miss you.

Shooting Star, Shooting Star...

2010-10-27T01:47:00.001+09:00

Grant one wish for me tonight
I wish in life's sweet innocence
With the white of my little girl's heart
For Love to hear my cry.
I wish for him to thirst my joy
I wish for Him to hear ..."Amen"
and with one nod grant my deepest desire.

I wish for him to find me-
The diligence of a shepherd's frantic search
With efforts greater than the stone pushing, geometry raising,
Bare handed and bare backed sweaty Egyptians of ancient modernization.
That kind of work that has kept my mind awake
And my heart hungering through pitch-night.

I wish for him to rest
Only after my smile has warmed his soul
And in content triumph he knows
That all he has wanted in life,
He grips tight as his dreams crystallize,
In rocks of shiny coruscation
Adding on the years of always
And never letting die...

Shooting Star, Shooting Star...

2010-10-27T01:43:00.000+09:00

Grant one wish for me tonight
I wish in life's sweet innocence
With the white of my little girl's heart
For Love to hear my cry.
I wish for him to thirst my joy
I wish for Him to hear ..."Amen"
and with one nod grant my deepest desire.

I wish for him to find me-
The diligence of a shepherd's frantic search
With efforts greater than the stone pushing, geometry raising,
Bare handed and bare backed sweaty Egyptians of ancient modernization.
That kind of work that has kept my mind awake
And my heart hungering through pitch-night.

I wish for him to rest
Only after my smile has warmed his soul
And in content triumph he knows
That all he has wanted in life,
He grips tight as his dreams crystallize,
In rocks of shiny glimmer
Adding on the years of always
And never letting die...

Maybe...

2010-09-21T01:52:00.000+09:00

Maybe I care too much,
Maybe you are constantly on my mind
Maybe I check myself in the mirror again,
to make sure when you see me you will smile
Maybe when you smile, my heart dances
As I watch the sun rise on your face
Your lips part to greet me in a warm light
of the joy that you are.

Maybe I like your touch
Maybe your body warms me from the soul
Maybe I want to spend every minute with you
Maybe when I laugh at your jokes
and at your "I love you's"
It's because I hope you really do
Maybe I get angry because that thin line is so easy to cross
Maybe I am insufferable because it's almost impossible to be without you

Maybe I am so terrible because I am scared
Maybe you are not sure because I hide
Maybe I know the shadows of my history are constantly chasing me
Maybe if I stop running, they will overtake me
And outrun their cause
Maybe my worst is not so bad
Maybe I dont want to dissappoint.

Maybe, just maybe my dear
I make it so difficult because I love you.

Start

2010-08-14T17:34:00.000+09:00

Raging fire in the belly,
Burning the bones,
Insides, and everything else in its way
Its flames lick at the solid,
And with the heat of the anger
of ten thousand demons
It melts,
And liquid fizzes
As what once flowed,
Wet, and quenched
Disintegrates, and agglutinates
the unseen atmosphere.

A strong charge,
knocking off the matador of past,
And the prison of hopelessness
Unwanted presents
and detested possibilities
Stifling impervious desire
Extirpating it all,

The force that pulls you up in determination
To never feel that pain again.
A much wanted change never realized,
till the fire that burns, pushes you to start.

...To Miss...

2010-07-21T17:58:00.001+09:00

To feel his touch when he is not near

To hear his voice as if he was there

To think bout other things

I quickly dismiss

Because the emptiness

Amidst all this

Causes me distress

'I miss him'

The song sang by my soul, the hymn,...

A Woman's Bag

2010-07-07T22:53:00.000+09:00

She hugged her shoulder companion
And her face rained into it.

Frozen in time she was rooted in place
And everything else replayed

His tongue thrusts had thrown her out
And she was cast in her crowding loneliness.

With her was her ever hanging buddy-
The one who stuck to her side.

The brown leather friend.

Pointing Fingers

2010-05-28T23:19:00.003+09:00

Blood seeping through the gashes in her heart,
Filling her body up
With more hollowness
And the emptiness
Choking out
Her being
Her life
And her...

Her swollen eyelids stuck together
Tightly sealed
With the cement of expired tears
And the tiny slits she could see through
Were salty and crusted over
Blurring the world around her
And pushing her farther into the darkness

Her quivering voice was not enough to fully carry a sob,
And her body could tremble no longer
Shaking with the eruption of a fresh wave of emotion
She wrung her body dry
Then she knew she could cry no more,
And the dry streams stung her eyes
Aching in their sockets, they felt
Like the pieces of her hardly pumping heart

Served a fresh platter of pain,
She was filled with everything
Remorse, hurt, anger and dejection
Played their parts, taking the roles
In the theater of her life.
Each enemy had done his sin,
Love being the biggest perpetrator of all.

Each one had showed up
And owned up to their crime
All but one.
The self had failed to note
She allowed herself to be hurt.

re-Birth

2010-05-26T11:02:00.001+09:00

Blinded by her tear swollen eyes,
She saw only the darkness in her heart;
The pain of death crushed her
And her weak muscles failed to let her breath,
Suffocating in her body
And drowning in her tears
She knew it was her fears she was living.

The light was blindingly sweet,
And fight as she may have
She lost the battle to Love.
The sunny days had been sweet and intoxicating;
The laughs had rocked her into delirium
And the delicious kisses had lingered forever.

Anew, the fresh dew of love
Had caressed the petals of her skin
And her gifts had been carefully,
Beautifully,
And painstakingly wrapped before presented.
Today, the blindness revealed the truth

And the storm erupted.
Resurrection was out of the question
She will be dead forever:
But in death, she was born again.
Born to see the truth,
Never to believe in the impossible:
The illusion of beauty expires eventually.

Clean

2010-05-22T00:48:00.000+09:00

Today the hair came down
The youth went out
And a son was born,
The new became old
And the old died.

At his bedside, the tears flooded the room
And the pain was suffocating.
Hearts ripped out,
By the hands of their owners
beat their last
and were tossed into history

Memories were born again
And stories came alive with nostalgia
The one who had been all
Had died with all he had.
Living had been his doing,
And all was on his shoulders

Stuck in their grieving minds,
The wails were too quietly detonating,
That no one heard his loudly whispered laugh.

Droplets

2010-05-13T22:29:00.000+09:00

Baby thoughts trickling through my head,
Dancing around,
Kicking up sand,
Awakening in me
A yearning for their birth;
A myriad of dreams
Crystallized in wake,
Blowing kisses
And little infant nudges,
Begging for a nipple to suckle.

Scrambling to grip
The sand slips through tightened fingers
And the smoke is blown away
by the breath that born it
And again the chase begins
Taunting my consciousness
And challenging my memory
to an ever losing battle
The notions start again.

In the mirror of my life,
Tears mixed in joy
Paint on a canvas of pain
Strengthened with happiness;
And hope found in disdain
Backs a hollow pithiness of dreams

Then the image forms again
Once more,
then another time.
As the muscles of my life tighten,
The free escape.
It is not till I learn to let go
That I can learn to gain.

Stupor

2010-04-29T23:35:00.000+09:00

She literally had to bite her tongue to keep from blurting out the truth. Sad thing is that, it probably wouldn't have changed anything. Her mind did a frantic sweep, trying to make any sense out of the situation, but it was hopeless.
As her eyes watered with hot tears from the pain, she felt her mouth flood with salty saliva. She bit harder and kept her eyes open, unblinking she endured the burning sensation of the cold wind.
Finally, one fat tear set out on a labored pilgrimage down her cheek.
"I know! It is so sad, but don't cry for me. I know that I will survive though this hard love is the one that I have chosen for myself."

Of all the baffling questions that plagued her mind, she wondered exactly why she tolerated this nonsense long enough to inflict physical pain on herself. Her sick attempts to comfort her friend meant she had to literally suffer.
Through clouded eyes, she clearly saw the truth. That her love sick best friend spent endless nights pining for the one who treated her worst. She had fallen for the worst and chosen to love him nonetheless. A fool for love; she called her. Standing before her, she saw the face of her mirror, in her friend's eyes. A fool for love, she pained herself to be there, and to shed fake tears.

Tired Souls

2010-04-11T16:05:00.000+09:00

Heavy sacks of bodies
Dragged in after a day
Of boring mundane work
The aching muscles
Of war's lost
And battles defeated
Tell tales of moments past
Left and buried
To be forgotten

Tears dried, show maps
Of roads taken
And ones wished not
And fingers worked
To the bleeding bones
Scream of days gone,
Wailing for tomorrows approaching
Persons' sinking
Under the weight of beings

Souls are exhausted
With the excruciating realities of life
Tongues are heavy with the sorrows of truth
Eyes are glaringly weary with the sores of times
And now,
Oh, now sings a dirge; stringed together by the notes
of nows gone and nows to come.
The elegies that last forever,
For life's battles neither cease
Nor decease.

Prized Possession

2010-03-30T01:30:00.000+09:00

If I had a man's love,
What would I do with it?
Will I take it everywhere with me?
Will I feed it?
Clothe it?
Nurture it?
Will I massage out it's knots?
Or will I beat out its kinks?
Will I cradle it?
Or will I rock it to sleep?
Will I swing it high?
To electrify its senses?

If I won a man's heart,
What will I do with it?
Will I keep it close and dear?
Will I stay away, lest it hurt?
Kick it?
Kiss it?
Will I sell if for a fortune?
Or give it to the homeless?
Will I frame it up to be admired?
Or will I safely tuck it under my dreams?
Will I hold it in my hand?
Just to I wear it on my sleeve?

If I gained a man's trust
What will I do with it?
Will I value it?
Treasure it?
Guard it?
Will I tell the world about it?
Or will I live with it alone?
Will I know it's true worth?
Or will it be a mundane fool?
Will I it stay with me forever?
Like the love they say never ends?

It must certainly be a rare prize to gain,
The love,
The trust,
The affection of a man
It has to be worth life's toils,
But, what will I do with something so precious,
If I was spared the fight
And chosen to win?

A TOAST!!

2010-03-20T21:28:00.001+09:00

This is to the dirty old men souls out there,
Who are really just looking for one ride
Maybe two, three, as many rides as they can get
To moan with
And reminisce on
To feed their statistics
And pump their egos
This is to the slimy old dirtbags out there,
Who are here to stay,
For now, and to leave their memories behind
For me to relive
This is to those nasty old men
Who after life’s given them all they could ever want
Hunger and greed rules their hungry emptiness
And they seize what is not theirs

Whether clothed in the skin of a handsome promising jock
Or in the suit of a young entrepreneur, whose road is paved with gold promises
Or in that angel costume, a smile that melts the ice walls around my heart,
And grips my beating everything, in a grasps of self serving pride
Or maybe in the experienced lover, who has a lot to lose,
Plays the role of the generous giver,
Only there to help me reach my climax,
My three seconds of fame in a gripping moan
This is to you.

I raise my champagne glass,
Proud of my mistakes, and ashamed of nothing,
Not even my bare humanness
I toast to you,
Your success, in life
And your failures in love
I raise this to you,
For once I weeped,
Thinking you robbed me of my greatest gift!
An ode to you, because in my painful tears,
I saw the truth after the rain,
That I wasn’t unlovable,
Nor was I not good enough
Nor beautiful enough,
Nor not narrow enough
I find that the preciousness
In my elegant, classy step
Was my heart,
Wrapped up in selfless love
My pained hatred of the one gift He gave me,
Will bring me joy
I have learned that my hips will sway to the music of love
Held by the arms of my dream
That my world will be painted with the fingers of passion
And my fantasies will be my everyday life
I know that my smiles will never end,
Till they turn into the music of my laugh,
That the cries of the sucklers of my never drooping breasts
Will be cradled
And Nurtured,
And moulded
By the warmth of love

I know what to expect from my greatest desire,
Because you gave me nothing to smile about.

Left Behind

2010-02-18T22:18:00.000+09:00

Chocolat filled pains,

And exquisite delicacies,

Raved and rattled about.

Gallant acts, of chiseled features, immortal

Mouth-watering hips of delicate silk wrapped

Cherry lipped, mocha tainted, hazelnut windowed pillars

Of the revolutionisation of aesthetics

Phenotypes not pleasing, but glorifying to the eyes

Exceptional jewels adorning, delicate physiques of unmistakably intentionality of artist creation

Gorgeous teeth, musical laugh, mesmerizing aromas, crippling spices,

Taste bud waking sensations, ringing through the beings, blessed by such moments

Stunning talents, unique abilities, unforgettable beings of enviable personalities,

Musical laughs escaping the perfect part, escorted by the ideal whiff of warm exhalation

Breathtaking sculptures from unclone-able hands,

Hilarious jokes, evoking rippling laughter simply at the recollection of it's first utterance

Timeless words, the works of a genius of all time

Discoveries, inventions, first and only of its kind.

Amazingly immortalized, the essence of meaning, beginning or love, woven around it's core.

Irreplaceably unchallenged value.....

But then...

what about the plain?

This Love Thing!

2010-01-26T17:38:00.000+09:00

When soldiers head for war, they risk their limbs,
Their senses and their lives as they’ve always known it
For something worthy
When a virgin gives her first, she risks years of regret,
No retakes and a lifetime’s memory
For one worthy
When a mother conceives, she sacrifices her body
Her tight youth,
And bubbly firmness
For those worthy
When lovers risk,
They risk it all for…
Falling for one, who may never be;
Giving to one, whose memory may hurt to last
Body, heart and soul up on a stick of forfeit;
Time’s prison
Money’s captivity
Kisses’ sting
For that one, who may never be.
We risk, fearing not, the deadly monster in
This LOVE thing

New

2010-01-04T07:54:00.000+09:00

The very thing I love about writing stops me from putting my words down whenever I choose to embark on this lyrical journey.
Each time I lay my words down, they are eternalised.
And I share them with the world.
I open my dusty window and whoever cares to, can see deep into my guarded house.
I began the New Year still
Unfeeling
Unthinking,
Just lost in my grieving world of thoughts
Putting together the plan for the rest of my journey
To decide which foot to put down first was the most difficult battle
Considering what I am opening up to them to see,
I forgot that I may also look out the window.

I love what I see.

Destructive Distraction

2010-01-04T05:27:00.001+09:00

"I charge you, stir ye not, nor awaken my love, till he pleases"
Warned the wisdom of the book of the King of Wise words
"Love hurts, "
Meaningful words out of washed up overused mouths
The cliche holds true.

What is this
that holds my breath
and feeds my lungs the air of life?
What is this, that paints pretty pictures
of futures unknown
And ends my life with its death?

Until he pleases,
my life's quest is to awaken him
To the beauty of the beats in my chest
Drumming a tune I yearn for him to dance to.

Until he pleases,
My pleasures will not erupt
Caving in my hollow,
I seek a way to sprout
I will not awaken me,
Until he stirs.

I heed not the warning only the wise understand.
How can I choose wisely, my path for life,
When this love robs my reasoning?

RIP

2009-12-28T08:58:00.001+09:00

The death of a true friend always hurts
The tears dry, with the chilling ice of frosted years.
It slaps you in the face,
The truths of the many nevers to come.
Never see that smile again,
Never hear that laugh
Never hold that hand that held you through

The death of a loved one never dies
It lives on,
Lingering in the shadows of your mind.
A constant reminder of the dark lonely days to come.
Changed dreams, the paths of your nightmares cross your fantasies
Jabbed in the way are new memories made.

The end of love never fades
When the one, is the none,
One can never see another.
Walk back to the times hand in hand
And the sweet memories awaken the bitter realities

Nothing hurts like losing you.
My friend
My family
My love.
The hardest thing, is the best for me
Keep living without you.

You forgot me.
Easy
Too easy to have been love

Greatest Men

2009-12-26T08:36:00.001+09:00

Few of them walk the earth
Heads held right,
Many strutted across the country
Deluded by the size of their nothingness
What makes a great man?

Some are the first to rule,
With the same fist many before them have,

They dwell in a shell painted with the chocolatey goodness
None of the ghosts before wore.

Some were the only ones to bear
The labours women do

Pushing through to bless with life
They have changed the life gifted to them

Others were the first to place their foot
Where no man was created,
Nor placed by Him
A place that supports none of His form, breath nor image

Some were born in a skin they shed
To die in one they bought
Others lost their freedom
To liberate their nation.

What makes a great man?
Innumerable qualities define him as great,
If you see
the way he shows the meaning of his love.
You would agree.

Kind Forgiveness

2009-11-30T13:27:00.000+09:00

Yesterday I wiped my tears,
To wipe my pain
I wiped your sins
I made you walk away unscathed
While my scars bled open till they caked closed

Today, I accepted your unspoken apology
I felt what I thought you had to say, and told myself
I made it alright for you to do
It all
and walk
live,
move on,
Leaving me stuck in the spilled blood.

Tomorrow, the blood I swam in dried me
The liquid life saw my death in its veins
As my silent truth drowned out the music of my heart.
Tomorrow I come back to this kind forgiveness
Yesterday's lie
Lives in today's truth
As now I see that my healing doesn't come
Without your pain.
To laugh again
I need to see you cry.

Something New

2009-11-16T09:46:00.000+09:00

Make something new today before the day expires

The death of it looms outside my window

With the lullaby for the sun

Turning stale wheels

The cranium hurts with exhaustion

The fresh dews smell of death

As the fall of the season births the end of happy warmth

Today so quickly perishes

To welcome the promise of the new gift

Something new

I put together

A new joy,

A new meaning for those three.

Beauty

2009-11-03T12:37:00.000+09:00

The image lied to her face
Showed her the truth not within
She looked.
Stared harder and tried to uncover
What was in the hidden revelation

As useless as the hidden lamp
Lighted to be chased away by dark,
Her beauty meant nothing to her
What use was it, if it could not be seen?

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
All those who behold her might as well be blind.
Her beauty cannot be seen.

only felt

Size Matters

2009-10-28T03:36:00.000+09:00

Once told that It stretched far, and wide,
Cat immediately dried its mouth.
Its desire was gone,
Its wants were not there
Not that she wasn't greedy,
Or did not want the biggest there was to have

But,
Size matters when its advertised.
Skill, rates performance,
But pomp before play is arrogance.

Size matters when It is the wrong kind of big.

In Depth

2009-10-23T10:10:00.001+09:00

Once overheard a conversation between Head and Heart

One Soul could not fail to watch

Eavesdropping on the deepest concerns

The Two battled it out

This way and that

Answers to questions unasked

The Soul couldn't beat at the Heart

She couldn't tick by the Head

But Soul knew that long after both

She would carry on and on and on

NOW

2009-10-08T09:47:00.000+09:00

A gift that so quickly passes.
A fleeting moment soon to be remembered
Not to last forever,
Now is always here
It soon passes to remain present.

Once gone, it is before.
Before can either be celebrated or mourned
The difference is in the appreciation,
Use
and advantages taken of the gift.

Rooted

2009-10-07T10:14:00.001+09:00

In today's world when fighting for one's country means fighting against humanity i choose to stand for the wrong.
For we once were told to fight for "what is right", sacrifice big to gain something everlasting
And we stood for what was right and lost ourselves.
We lost our people.
We lost who we were
Even while standing in freedom, we are captives of our past

So now, when asked to stand by who is right,
I choose to stand for the wrong
Just so, maybe,
I can save myself and those who will stand with me
We will have our country to call our own.

Empty of Nothing

2009-10-02T12:50:00.000+09:00

Today,
Writer considered,
Pondered,
Wondered...
And prodded the folds of her mind
Of what thoughts to share,
But there were none.
The hollowness of her thoughts screamed louder than the most deafening silence
It kills to see how little we have to give, when the gifts we offer are most precious
to ourselves

Writer searched through the nothings,
Throwing out everything there
Each thought too precious to give
Till she gave up.

Out came the truth: All she had to give

Inspired

2009-09-15T09:30:00.000+09:00

There are moments that make it
The ones that cant be forgotten:
Baby's first steps
Lovers' first kiss
I do.

Tiny milliseconds amassing to a milestone
Lived, relived, remembered, unforgotten
A change,
A new beginning:
A beggar's millionaire moment
An addict's clean break

As deep as a virgin's first tearing heartbreak
Purer than true love
The first three magic words
The night I opened my eyes,
And saw my friend for the first time,
I knew who you were then.

Today It has been shown once again
Like those moments you spoke the truth
That this
Is more than just
The truth like that night in January showed

I need to keep my diamonds safe-
The night thief gives no warning before he strikes
I consider myself more blessed than the usual victim.

You are truly the best.

It Goes

2009-09-08T07:17:00.001+09:00

Tomorrow drives by

In a car so fast, it looks like today

No!

That was yesterday

The gift becomes the memory

Of time never regained.

I wonder what my future yesterdays will be like.

Homeless In Love

2009-08-23T00:12:00.001+09:00

Cuddling, sweet talking the two cooed at each other
Making puppy dog eyes and giggling
No love scene is ambiguous,
Even when it is to the players in the movie
A theatrical scene easy to interpret
These two were in Love.

It mattered not
The senselessness of time wasted
And opportunities milled by
These two had each other, and nothing much else

Alone, they were surrounded by the world
Money,
Life and shoppers
In their home, they had the privacy of onlookers
Most who found this more than strange
Under the hot summer sun, their bodies should have been heating up

With their yellowed teeth, their breaths should have gagged them both
Kiss
Smooch
LOVE
Not begging,
Not sad,
Not wondering
Not caring.
Barely clothed
Caked with months of dirt
They were in complete bliss
Uncaring of what they missed.

My boyfriend will say, it is all that matters- the three words that change the world. The Lord says, it is the strongest and most important of virtues. Starry eyed girls wish and dream and hope.
Why did I want them to stop wasting their time?

My Life

2009-08-21T13:23:00.001+09:00

The things I wonder about, are the things that change and the ones that dont. The ones that make a difference and those that matter little. The things that scare and inspire me to desire something else. The ones that make me want to change the world, and then wonder what that kind of change will do to the world.

My fears, my dreams, my beliefs and my aspirations are all the same. They keep me awake at night.

My fights, my battles, my triumphs and failures are equal; they teach me everyday.

My life, my experiences, my thoughts, my actions and the consequences live together as one; I regret none.

In the wisdom breathed by the words of my first, "You can control your actions but never the consequences of your actions."

I wonder, in my hope of tomorrow, am I ignoring the reality of yesterday?

In forgiving the mistakes, am I ignoring the possibility of them repeating?

In enduring the pain, am I denying my life of happiness and brigther Joyful days?

Questioning stills faith.

Live

Breath

Learn

Love.

In, out, with and about people.

Lies Awaken

2009-08-18T12:10:00.000+09:00

She lies awake,
The lies awaken her blind soul.
Mind's turning churn, slowly peels the skin off the truth
There! Lies beneath
She thought she had the one
The best,
Hunting was her worst sport and the worst game hunted her
Poison seeping in through the epidermis of her inner soul
In penetrates her whole-
Now,
Only,
Again.
Stop,
Start.
Begin to see
To feel..
To know..
To love; not all but,
But first, then.
That is only when
Loving will spill out to the right one.

In Another Man's Words

2009-08-14T11:38:00.000+09:00

The validating words strung together by others
Is a well received gift, worn to prove
That we were right about ourselves.
And our unspoken thoughts;
Hopes only,
Till they are said by another
Become the truth

Saved

2009-08-13T10:40:00.001+09:00

Exonerated! Free!

Mercy on my soul

Living liberated by the payment of Another

A step above;

A lot better, than the other

The greatest sin of the blessed, is their belief in their own righteousness.

Curt

2009-08-11T09:29:00.000+09:00

Dissatisfied.
The tone rings in her ears,
Announcing the life of the moment's death
Done
The minute passes quietly
But the scream of the pain deafens her breath
Dying
She wonders what the next moment's emptiness will fill like
Deed
One step, one motion, one way or another,
She continues to mourn her death,
And she has to live with that
Destroyed
The reality of now, renders the fantasy unnecessary
Defeated
The warm wetness, overtakes her shoulders and they shake uncontrolled
Defied.
She refuses the slavery of the moment
Determined,
She takes on a will full breath

Too short,
Too sweet,
Too abrupt,

Teased, then tossed

Countless

2009-07-29T10:54:00.000+09:00

One, Two, three
You,
She
We

In our lives, there is never just
Never you
Never me
Never alone in a world of loneliness

In the darkest secrecy of the private we are entitled to
There is the one,
the two,
the few we share our lives with.

thank you for not leaving me with me.

Deep Within Her Eyes...onward

2009-07-29T10:36:00.000+09:00

....she wondered where it led. Race cars bursting with thoughts zoomed around the contours of her mind, as she ruminated over the truth of her being. Born one early night to a waiting mother, she had been a prize at birth. As any market good apart from wine, her value diminished with time, and soon, her age rendered her worthless.

The hollow image stared back at her, mimicking her blinks and breaths; a dark and empty use of skin, blood and very little else. The windows to her soul were open to no view, but wait...there was a glint which had not been there before. It was the weakest glow of the newly blown out candle flame. The persistence of a strong gush of wind propelling the hurricane to destroy the town. A light so dim, it should be waning, but with the arrogant pride of the strongest beast it stays alive, and threatens to never die. A blood curling warning to the very thought of extinguishing it. The lighted rear end of a measly firefly, with the surety of a lighthouse towering above life ending rocks, atop an iron strong house of stone that fights the worst of rocky shore sea storms hailed with howling salty winds.

It Is

2009-07-22T11:45:00.000+09:00

What makes you worthy is not just the light
It is not the skin
Nor is it your smile
It was never the way you look at me
I know it couldn't have been your gift
In your hand you melt pain
You annihilate anger
You fill rooms of laughter
With joy of hearts

It is not your soul
It is not your imagination
You build a world of diamonds
From the ashes of the dead embers
It is not the flame
Alight in your heart
Nor is it your spirit, your will to win
It could've been all you can do

It could be all you have done
It can easily be where you are going
The path of greatness reached and kept
Not your sudden flight
Nor your toil at night
It can be your family
The strong foundation
Of a concrete womb that craddles you
Feeds you
and molds you to the man you are.
Of all it's not and could have beens,

Who you are, above all else.

It is....
the space you leave, when you are gone.

Stop

2009-07-09T09:55:00.000+09:00

Step one, step two, step three, stop!

Stumble, wait regroup bounce.

Fumble, hold, slip withhold

Exposing no uncertainty the rookie hides his expertise.

Behold!

He knows no failure, no error, no shortcoming

The only one who's lost

Is the man on whose hands he sits

He chose regrets, over avoidance
Wisened, learned, known, using chance

WIDE-EYED

2009-07-08T08:33:00.000+09:00

He whispers sweet nothings to the baby,

Her ears swallow the fibs with the honesty of innocence

He knows the sugar filled dreams she has

Her reality, she finds in him: what she thought was fantasy!

Craddling eggs, he prances around the glass of her heart,

Padded feet of a lion make no sound,

But in his mouth, his teeth tear through skin, flesh and muscle

Porcelain doll, wide eyes cannot shut to the world

But they only see the dreams of the ornamental world

He promises her dreams, her thoughts he sees.

It is easy to read the mind of a child: flowers, sweetness...

The depth none can drown in

Garnished in beauty her jewels about her

Gaurded from prowlers, only to award the thief who asks for it

The bleeding heart, body and mind

Purity ends, her life begins.

Creamy, shiny polished ceramic shatters with the fall from cloud 9

A woman is born.

Life begins

The wide-eyed never see the truth till they have lived it.

Arise the Dead in Me

2009-07-02T15:51:00.000+09:00

It is 2:51 in the friggin' morning!

The train rambles by, jolting the skeletons of the houses in the neighbourhood it trashes through
Silver bug, is rudely shaken to consciousness and begins his high pitched scream
On without losing its breath, the alarm screams
Till death bestowed on the car battery grants the stillness of the night
Its gentle rest, willed by heavy bodies slowly churning in discomfort between the sheets

Dear midnight train to Alabama,
Would you be more polite please?

DEEP WITHIN HER EYES

2009-06-06T12:37:00.000+09:00

The water trickled down, sprinkling across her back; drops of water surfing on her curves. Then colliding with other drops, the stream of water rushed down. They are a mob of rebellious polar molecules, abandoning ship and disappearing down the drain.
She calmly played with the sponge, inhaling the peach scented softness of the lathery silk. She wondered where the story would end. Mistakes slammed behind tightly secured doors, only to be pried open by her memory.
Physical proof that she had lived and learned: she chose to take the step. She had chosen a long time ago, but it was harder for her to decide if she would do it right.
Her life was a story to be told, cherished and lived with. Her tragedy of a triumphant life, was one she couldn't help but be an audience to. Decently decorated with male involvement punctuated by one first love and one great love, she grew to know how she needed to be loved.
She smiled at the thought of him, seeing his brown eyes before her. He was not her first, but he surely was the greatest. The journey that led her to him changed, but continued with him, and now.....

Making it Love

2009-02-02T02:55:00.001+09:00

In the mix of feelings and emotions
Things get hurt
In the mix of hearts and spirit
Things get broken
In the mix of virtue and dreams
Things get stolen

And all the innocence vanishes
A life is snuffed out as one begins
The flame is lit to kill the cold
As the flame dies to birth the chill

In the mix of "I love you"s
and "All I need is you"s
People fear loneliness
In the mix of start anew
and life together
People find hope
And in the mix of hate and anger
People find that they really cared.

It only moves the things it once touched
It only knows the places its once been
It only needs the things its never learned to live without
Like it only changes the things it has the power to
the influence over
And the ones that let it.

Breaking News

2008-08-09T13:31:00.001+09:00

Prison inmate rips off colleague's lip

Important information needed to get to the public! Published in the newspaper, and circulated immediately. Then posted on the news website for more efficient propagation. The people must know of the " bloody clash between two inmates"
The people have a right to know.

Man dumps human excreta in classroom

Urgent news that is required for personal improvement of each member of the society. Must be brought the the attention of as many citizens as possible. Money has been invested in order to make the news reach the deserving ears. This newspaper is committed to its sole purpose of delivering the right information to the largest possible portion of the population. Needed to be posted on the news website that the court has "granted 100 Ghana cedis bail" to the man in question.

Farmer dies after drinking poisonous substance

Rocket science! Much to the surprise of all those involved, a farmer was found dead after he had drunk a poisonous substance. This news is reported due to its grave significance and the deep repercussions that the discovery could have on the people closest to the farmer, both emotionally and during the incident. It is not surprising that the news article could not omit the vital information that "He is believed to have forced the girlfriend, Ayishatu Mohammed, 16, to also take the substance."

Dear Public, please take precious time to indulge in these very vital news features that is proudly brought to you.
by: THE NEWS.

One

2008-08-09T13:20:00.001+09:00

One individual
One person
One character plays its role in the play of life
One with one another form impressions
And treat each other
Because it takes one moment to become "that one"

Its in the nature
Of One
From the day of birth
That One be the way they are
It is in the world they entered
That one becomes who one is

Each is made by the interaction of the world on one
And of one on the world.
We are who we are because of self and world
It does take the two to tango.

Racism, classism, agism, arrives not at birth
Child enters with tears, makes a fist, and knows to kick
But hurts no one till life rips the innocence from his heart
The world we present for our future shapes the future we live.

If the country needs to progress, move forward, leave behind the past, be more liberal, more accepting, richer, today is the time to shape the world for that.
We need leaders that have the passion, the vision for change.
We need the citizens who know and understand the importance of such.
Shape a world that influences nature in the way it should
So we can all be the change we need to see.

Time

2008-08-09T13:12:00.000+09:00

It passes a second at a time
Like tousands of single crumbs make a loaf
Time heals,
Time tells
Time goes never to return

Time shows
Time knows
But does time destroy?
Born a day, so pure so fresh
Innocence
With the passage of time comes age
Age erases innocence
Does time destroy?

Everything has a begining and an end
Like everything that starts, it must finish
It ends after its time has passed
So, does time really destroy?

Time is celebrated
In age,
Anniversaries,
In loving the things we waited for the right time for
We stretch out processes,
Till the time is right
When the time comes for it to end
It is usually not a happy moment in time

Time destroys, rots, ends, finishes, steals, hurts, takes away the memories we make, the moments we lived and the worst thing is that, it never gives it back.

The more time we give a moment, an emotion, a situation, a state of mind, the more importance it has, and the more powerfully it influences our lives.
If you give procrastination the most time in your life, it becomes the most important thing about you, giving less time to pro-activity.

The relevance of NOW is its competition against time. Use it.