|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
Born of my own pain,ripped apart by the canines of my own form of existence. Steaped in
the darkness for my eyes have been shut to the light long before the lotus of my life
blossomed. The attempted ressurection of the damned soul that was crucified for sins
committed in subcontious existence,the world has yet suffered dearly at the wrath of my
pain and in it i ascended to be among you,a place I didnt exist and thus you have bathed in
a pool of my lies and basked in the light of my inequities. Doves never did fly with crows and
the dark always creeps away from the light. From now on where I go you cannot come and
thus we cease to exist as before in the city of peace.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
kiss midnight goodbye and watch its dark petals float away on the night breeze,.kiss
midnight goodbye and bask in the rays of the morning sun.,render the past gone and wash
in the dew of your dawn. Kiss midnight goodbye and with it the queen of the stars and her
banquet ...,I kiss midnight goodbye and embrace my new beginning because in your eyes i
see the map of my world.. I watch everything come to ease in a stare,the other side of
darkness,painless and no less beautiful. A wordless understanding but an understanding
none the less.,comforting;But not of my lamentations but of my subconsious need..a
seemingly ever present presence..the pen of my thoughts.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
stop and stare,watch the ripples of our effects spread out and contaminate all that is round
us,stand back and let yourself be consumed,lost in the confusion,watch the reality unveil
itself from behind the cover that is the illusion. Welcome your mind to the days of shallow
dreams and prolonged euphoria,endless repeation,continuos routine..and baised
emotions,welcome to days of ashtray pillows,smoke cloud covers and bottle bottoms..to
unraivaled insanity and misunderstood sanity.. Sit back and wallow in the vomit and piss that
is now the present,the soon forget past and irrelevant memory coz this here is the tale of the
misundertood.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
The beginning of love is the end of pain,The death of doubt is the birth of certainity and of
knowing,consolidation and structure. The acceptance of who you are and what is.,The
depature of darkness and the rising of a new sun.,peaceful and radiant,..and
comfortable,and even if it is just for a while atleast it came,atleast its rays bathed my skin
and its kisses touched my lips...,And even if it was just for a while.,atleast it came.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
Laying on this floor,my cheeks pressed hard against the cold cement,..vivid memories of my
fall. But what would i prefer,this cold floor or the dizzyng heights from which i stumbled? My
nerves ache and in my ears rings my heart beat,louder at each thought.. But akwardly i do
find solace on this cold hard cement,its physicality and harshness comfort me,atleast its
tangible or maybe atleast i can feel its lasting presence. Actualy i could lay here for a
while.,in this state of limbo..drifting between thoughts,basking in my brokeness,comforting
my paranoia. Maybe here my the kami of my rebirth will find me.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
fairness in all its glamour isnt fair so is beauty in its pampered image,day breaks only for
night to cry and for the moon to disappear taking with it the howls of the wolf.Beginnings
mark the start of the end and with honesty comes the end of lies,My day starts with you and
ends with myself,the irony of existance,the natural distance and abnormal closeness.
plagued are the words from my mouth,the gift of loki,my punishment is their
consequences,the misunderstanding of what I perceive as plain and natural.The dizzyng light
that welcomes me from my darkened slumber,my end of days and beginning of
nights,matured dreams churned to cinders by my reality,it turned stale by the progress of
my dreams.haunted by my nocturnal thoughts my vision blurred due to skitsophrenic
sight,...thus all i see when i close my eyes with my face in the palm of my
hand is the void of this solitude that you will one day leave me in and the colour green.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
Dear God,
I was born to a world of unfairness to the fair.
And am not calling myself fair but at least my good
outweighs the bad that I have done.I woke up and besides
me was a blank space,a space that i have been trying to fill since time immemorial,
the ghost that was left behind had so many faces some of which I didn't even recognize.
Am i being punished for the sins of my forefathers or those that I am yet to commit?Purple
clouds lay before and behind me so much so that both my past and future are clouded,trying
to make sense of my immediate actions yet it looks like am running from the very same
things i find ahead,
I stay among faces that i can barely recognize and see smiles that don't understand,are
these
the effects of my solitude starting to kick in or the reward for proclaiming myself a god on
this wretched earth?In all i pray that you keep my head straight and please do not break the
york of madness on me but
keep the star goddess out of my mind and within my sight.
amen.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
nostalgic and always present,always watching,in silence staring and un judging,giving neither
aid nor caution.,resiliate and unforgiving,unwavered by time and age,these titans,the walls of
the mind,secure and comforting with their cold blank stare..seemingly ever present,limiting
growth to only within their boundary,deeming the outside alien and unexplored,unreaching
and yet they are the sole defenders of what lies within,keeping secrets of all ages,..solace is
within them..and the unexpected lies beyond,stunted is the mind that thinks only within and
gifted is that that searches beyond,safe is the mind within,open is that that wonders
beyond...the scribes of gathered memories,the ones that always remember that that was
forgotten..they are the graceful hand that raises and the merciless that cuts down. The
judges of the sane and the tormentors of the insane,the dictators of what is outwardly
perceived and the wisperers of delicate secrets,hands of the creative and the tears of the
paranoid,your best and worst friend is these walls.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
From scratched old scars come new wounds,turned septic by exposure to enviroments
foreign and decaying. Holding onto old bonds the path you dared to walk has now been lost
and you now dine with the same kind that at one point disgusted you,failure to rid yourself of
this tumour has now made you a part of its rotting habits and it now speaks and expects
equally from your mind. You cannot expel the thoughts of your past pleasurable sins cause it
was by your hand that they were committed and now your sitted deep in the pits of shame
that your eyes waver from the light...and on this they will all look and say "there goes the
hypocrite,foul from his own shame."
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
Details |
Aaron Kibirige Poem
It begins with a flame,dreams of warmth,wakes up to coldness and ends in ice and
ashes,foreign and unknown,its understood and cherised but soon forgotten and bare.,its
worth holding onto but its worth soon dies and sips away like air through the sky.. It brings
great happyness but inspires tremendous pain and sadness in its wake,it leaves a great
solitude,bare and barren,nostalgic and unforgiving,its fun while it lasts,but thats the catch,it
never does.. Closer than personal yet further than an enemy,wishes of angels yet the reality
of devils that bare its budens,unbroken and yet broken and cold...skulls of forgotten faces
and bodies of distant souls. Tears on barren ground that yeild bitter fruit,poisoned and
thorned fed to darkened souls horned and unburied..nightmare of a subconcious being,WAKE
UP.
Copyright © Aaron Kibirige | Year Posted 2010
|
|