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?

Future

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

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.