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.

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.

JUST WORDS

Head bowed in the new note book.A stern look
Eyes 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.

Diphthong in my speech...i call it ping pong
It takes me up and down like a yo-yo
Almost got me saying no-no
but it's magnet so strong

Master of speculation

Strength.

The cold outside cannot challenge my spirit...Even if it means being on the battle front.
I will put on my armor and claim my right..my rightful position.

David did it with a sling
My only Goliath is my inner voice.
My sling is my pen.
So strength from it i draw...like the well whose water will never run low.

ONE WISH

I wish i was a witch
If i possesed super powers, i would build a tower
 that would challenge the babylon tower.
I would give the skeptics a reason to believe that all can be done
What one needs is the imaginative mind and the urge to get there.
That is what he saw in me,
He hid it from me by planting it in me
Now its up to me
To unravel the mystery that rules my sleep
That which snatched calm from me

A bushfire has swept across my path
The only one i thought could take me there.
Now i am here, there is where i want to be.
Does it remain a wish? 

HOME?

I see them by the roadside
the corridors of the city center
the footpaths of the market place
the bush.
No, it is where they call home.
where they shed their milk-teeth
where they said "mama", where they played hide n seek.
where they discovered themselves.

Identity is all they seek,
like a voice for the meek
their tribulations are at peak
attacks from within and without
they have embraced misery
worry no more for there is no reason
for a better tomorrow.

The cold that smears their physique like a second skin
Faithfully the hunger bites their tummy
their bare feet expose their wounds
tell me, is this home?