The deeper that sorrow curves into the soul, the more joy can be contained.
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Joy
Daybreak
Finally I’m here today
Flying high on feathers of hope
Refusing to remain tight like a bud
From the risk of budding under the scorching sun
I often hear laughter invited from beyond
The shame, the dark thoughts and spite
Do they intend to break my spirit?
And hide my teary eyes beneath a bowed head?
The small bird sings a tune without words
Perching in the stems of my soul
Reminding that whether still or not
The daybreak is astoundingly clear
Theory of Beauty
……and no beauty at all
This is it!
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. Life is the flower for which love is the honey. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. You always gain by giving love ~ Anonymous
Confession
The free flowing light of my window
And an air of quiet fortitude
Vow that I need to be free
And get things off my chest
For far too long my eyes lost their bearing
I’ve been a bird with no place to land
Flying aimlessly as if escaping hell
Going in circles like a kite in the wind
I know they say no one is perfect, but I’m perfect in my own way
I deserve to experience raindrops drizzling down my skin
As they dance through the dazzling sunlight
I yearn to identify them and feel them
I want and need an earful of sound advice
All to be seen through the gentle curved lens
My courage is insisting and pulling hard
To fight back into light and air
A Bloom of Hope in the Middle of Nowhere
The fading smell of December rains
Accompanied the clear and lazy sky
Birds singing and chirping in the trees
Grasses uttering secretly underfoot
The sight was so beautiful that it hurt
She felt a snakelike delight that moment
This feeling was embedded in her skin
It crept through her the way a spirit would
For far, far too long she had been careless
Running away from the sharp vicious memory
That clutched her in a severe hurtful death grip
Leaving her with a helpless tired appearance
She was unable to fight back her teary eye blinks
All hurtful feelings cascaded through her like flood
Turning any and all husbanded anger watery
Mingled with a startling and lovely liberation
Dark-Colored Light
He was in a sorry state of despair
Everyday growing sorrier with disgust
Thinking of his low and filthy life
Soon he would steal than starve
Life felt like a statue whose parts were fit badly
And he deemed himself unworthy of sunlight
He had tried everything that he could
There was no more any art to it
The wrath of god had made him smaller than a vermin
And it forced him to wear that look each day
Malicious eyes accompanying him all over
With something hotter than loath
He walked aimless like a torn piece of paper
Blown through the vast deserts of Egypt
Resignation ringing loudly through his lips
Ignoring his wounded, closed appearance
All he could smell was imaginary food
He would risk everything that day
Even violence or violent death
The resolve ate him up like cholera
He ignored the lingering smear of red sunlight
Even the hordes of rats that sprawled his way
They were trivial in the grand scheme of things
Demanded voraciously in his flow of thoughts
Death at Midnight
The trees swayed here and there
Lost in the silent rhythm of the winds
Whispering dark secrets that journeyed far
Unflustered by scheming ways of this world
Pinkening sun vanishing in distant horizons
Dark clouds forming across the dull sky
Reflecting dark haunting thoughts
And another unfulfilled promise
The caged bird begun singing
A sad song reverberating loudly in the air
The aging song seemed like an endless torture
As if performed by someone in the wrong stage
The creek crack of the cage tormented the ears
Than that of uncertainty to what awaited
That trickled under the charcoal sky
The scent assaulting the nostrils
Hope was a sad irritation
The song carried a hurt, pleading sound
A weakened sound with no meaning or reason
Since the prospect of death grieved the caged bird
Approaching thunderstorms emptied light in the sky
Soon she would be a flower savaged by gale
She was trapped in spite of everything
Waiting to feel her heartbeat dying
If I was to Love
If I was to love
i’d love with all my faith
from my childhood innocence
to tears and grief that colors adulthood.
I’d speak of my lover’s name
in every passionate and delightful breath
and love even more in the afterlife.
I am single
but I listen with blushing ears
the sound of river’s sacred flame
flowing into many fountains and into the blue sea
How I weep!
Watching the mountains
giving endlessly
the low and deep kiss
to the blue and sometimes darkened sky.
The splendor of bright stars
murmur under the moonbeam
like a dream
keeping my virgin pride intact
for the sun shall preserve my youthful hue with gold.
Prosperity Preachers
Their ardent audience
seek restoration
for their broken relationships
for their fading bodies
a painful life of the shambles
They overload top t.v shows
also expensive book-shelves
preaching that riches
is a reward for good behavior
Theirs is to account for our sins
yours and mine
teaching about living abundantly
expecting God to rain down blessings
For them God is always fair
they don’t just say it
they prove it
photos in their opulent homes
and in their privately owned luxurious jets
Fair means the God rewards the good
and reproves the bad
including the baby who dies
in her mother’s womb
or in his crib
Aston kamunde 