In deep thought, I spoke to myself
I thought, I heard my heart beat
I could feel the energy, it slowly took over my
being.
It gushed out of my veins
with wrath till i felt the pain
I knew the pain would not last
i took the pen very fast
this was the result
a script of my past with
hope it won't make it to my FUTURE
Fikira Zetu is a Swahili word denoting "Our Thoughts". Poems on this blog represent everyone. Poetry is voice for all. It pours out emotion in the best way. This blog seeks to express different situations in a way people can relate with. The future for Necessary Thought is infinite.
Friday, 28 October 2011
HOPE
The heavens have opened
It was a sign that he heard
No sign of them closing
Fountain full of promise
No skirmish that may result to demise
The business man just wiped his tear
The farmer knows that harvest is near
The activist believes there is no fear
No. Not this time
Heaven traded places.
It was a sign that he heard
No sign of them closing
Fountain full of promise
No skirmish that may result to demise
The business man just wiped his tear
The farmer knows that harvest is near
The activist believes there is no fear
No. Not this time
Heaven traded places.
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
GENESIS
Fresh, like morning dew
Like a new born
to newly weds
Purpose, focus and determination.
Misukosuko came into being.
Tender and loving at heart but bitter
in soul
Sweep the dirt
underneath the carpet
Below the waist
Keep the promise
Never to strike without cause.
Like a new born
to newly weds
Purpose, focus and determination.
Misukosuko came into being.
Tender and loving at heart but bitter
in soul
Sweep the dirt
underneath the carpet
Below the waist
Keep the promise
Never to strike without cause.
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