Fikira Zetu: By
Victor Mwendwa.
The Dark Ride
I walk throug...: By Victor Mwendwa. The Dark Ride I walk through these dark alleys As I pain for this girl Ali. I poke into all these wounds in my heart A...
Monday, 22 April 2013
Friday, 19 April 2013
Fikira Zetu:
Building of pain
Left eye sore and tears trickling freely down his cheeks
The strong face he wore seemed frail when he looked right
It almost betrayed him.
A man he was thus tough he should be, reason enough why he
stiffened his neck
Tummy stuck out like it
wanted to break free from the cloth she wore
Sweat trickled down her face and formed pattern
Deep breath and gasps for oxygen rhythmically as per advice
of her companion
She would soon be a mother. Soon was too long at this
juncture.
My history with this building was soiled
Grandma was rushed to this building few years back
She never came back. She did not say goodbye.
The only decent lingo I managed to draw was pain
We are many. All with a story to tell about this building
Some have fairy tales others nightmares
Only string? Same venue
Same Building.
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
By
Victor Mwendwa.
The Dark Ride
I walk through these dark alleys
As I pain for this girl Ali.
I poke into all these wounds in my heart
As I search for the darkest shade of my blood
To ooze out and and drench me
To punish me for emoting
Pluck out my toe nails and keep walking
For it's through the pain that I find calm.
Victor Mwendwa.
The Dark Ride
I walk through these dark alleys
As I pain for this girl Ali.
I poke into all these wounds in my heart
As I search for the darkest shade of my blood
To ooze out and and drench me
To punish me for emoting
Pluck out my toe nails and keep walking
For it's through the pain that I find calm.
Tuesday, 8 January 2013
JUST WORDS
Head bowed in the new note book.A stern lookEyes glued on the effect of the pen on paper
these letters must be dancing.Dancing to a rythm in my mind.
Like a constant heartbeat,infact when i rest the palm of my hand on
my chest they tally.
I borrow these letters carefully
Occassionally, i arrange and rearrange them to speak
I must be at the peak of Mt.Everest though a captain
Steer the ship like she has a gear only cautious not to veer off-road.
Blue is the only color i exude as thoughts escape my mind.
Self evaluation report on me myself and I? In two days?
Achievements so far? Areas that need improvement?
Either these questions are hard or i need more time.
The same letters arranged and vice versa now attack my mind.
just letters.Right?well..uuhhmm...Yes JUST WORDS.
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