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A blossoming evening,serene valleys,meadows and alleys
Cottages in distance twinkling little lanterne lights
Indigo moon peeping from blue black velevet skies
Sparkling diamonds dancing through the night
There i lay on fine grain crystals,in my own solitude
finding peace with myself,watching the spectacular view
of a shooting star in temporarily brilliance,crossing over,
acting like a little child,making a wish upon a star
just one wish,as i watched Ugin approaching me
sommersaulting on white puffed pillowed clouds
He had a globe in his hand,a globe where i could see my future
a globe in where my one only wish came through.
On that night i lay down on golden sands
a palm tree the only companion,supporting my back
caressing me with passion, embracing me to safety
All alone I was ,alone and free,in my long white cashmere dress
feeling the breezin of the wind waftin gently through my long brown hair,
breathin on my neck,kissing my left cheek,passing to my right
flowing under my dress, brushing my pink lips,swifting,in circular movements.
That was the night my fingertips found music once again,
on silver strings of a spanish guitar,as my bare feet played with coloured corals
There i was in my own stolen moments,the universe smiling at me,
the angels in radiant chariots flying over,as faries birthed life
and performed an orchestra of magical moments.
There I was gazing at the mediterranean waves in inward movements,
as sailing boats left the shore,reaching far away lands,finding new horizons.
There i remained,my thoughts not anchored anymore,rowing to the ends of the sea
living in waking dreams,smelling flowers in never ending gardens.
There I was,my journey accomplished ,singing the sweetest song of love.
There i lay between verses of awake and asleep,hearing birds tweeterin in trees
as I watched dawn cover dusk and it was sunrise.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
will you grant me all these wishes?
make all my dreams come true,
Aladdin i'm glad i have a share of your lamp too.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
sweep my floor and wash my dishes,
bake my cake in oven too,
go to work , back home ironing,
doing laundry ,cook some stew,
is that too much to ask?
much more chores to do.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
Roby williams singing to me,
Enrique inglesias is here too,
Richard gere,George clooney ,
Minnie's land,looney tooney,
all around me forming circles,
lamp of Genie ,full of dreams come true.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
chocolate ripple so delicious!
whilst i fall in love-AMOUR !
flowers scenting, sweet odour.
There am i,floating so high,
feathers,faries in the sky,
woolen white clouds smiling ,no more cry.
i'm a girl of hundred wishes
all are sleeping,moon is peeping,
stating"I LOVE YOU"!angels singing
holding harps , violins too,
stars are twinkling,amongst them there is YOU-
Ray of light, shines so bright,stating" I LOVE YOU",
wishes granted,now enchanted,Genie thanks to you
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
rivers lakes, mountain peeks,
all below me,even waving trees,
i'm in the world of Riches,Diamonds ,Gold in my hand!
all exchanged for money,welcome to their END!
Feeding with them Hungry Mouths,
Dying poor -out of bounds!
i'm a girl of hundred wishes,
my dreams all coming true!
Power in my hand,Cruella ! Sorry its your end!
no blood,no more war,HEROS WE have it all,
Happy Faces all i see,LAMP OF GENIE come to me
i'm a girll of hundred wishes,LAMP OF GENIE -my last dream!
Everywhere Hugs and kisses,LOVE EXPLOSION,wishes granted,GENIE NOW YOU'RE FREE
--------------------------------------CHARMA
If I had a pretentious brain
which acts faster than my heart
Maybe then,I would abhore this soul
which spreads freely through each verse
Maybe then I would impress you
with my intellectual grammar
and sophisticated words
I would scrutunize
each and every coma
dot and exclamationmark
believing I know best
But I would never let that happen
I'd rather stay at bay
Writing firstly with my mind
and not my heart
leads only to an asylium
within the being of myself
Poetry is my voice,my shadow
The sacred shrine of great escape
Each stored emotion processed
within a yesterday
Poetry is the inner of my existence
breathing softly,bleeding deeply
exploding in death,love
passion and romance
In every verse a whisper
a thought that I would scribe of
a silent cry expressed
Maybe in a tomorrow
you might pass by me
Tread your footstep on my ink
and spit saliva in my face
But maybe in a today
a broken -hearted fool stops by
to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner,a tramp
an insane soul or outcast
would pick these scattered scribbles
and gather them as whole
Maybe through each criss-crossed puzzle
finds a narrow passage
which leads his faith to home
Maybe a little child
whose blissful giggles
depends on little words
would turn the dusty pages
of silly rhymes I penned
Rhymes which know the moons
stars,faries,and the magic land
Rhymes which know each fantasy
and how to be a friend
And maybe He would smile
Maybe He would laugh
Maybe He would dream
Maybe He would grow up to write
the most eloquent sonnet
there has ever been
Or maybe He would grow up
to write simple words
just like me
about daises or dandelions
and expressions to be free
What is happy but an imaginary world where butterflies and faries
occasionally fly around. What is happy but a star that you must wish upon to come
around. How can you justify happy is it the way you smile and the way you pretend
even though your not. You can feel it through your bones it's like a strange energy
letting go. Suddenly you feel like holding your head up high, confidence is rising
and the mood is set for you to fly high. A little bird traveling far from it's nest
the reason is because everything is changing. It's not like before when hiding away
was what was worth living for. Everything you do is like another experience and you
try to go far away from where you usually travel. Sometimes you have to do it alone
sometimes you can't there are friends who help you along the way and no you can't
be afraid. It's life and it takes a strong person to be happy without any influeneces of
the body. It's life and I don't need any man to make me whole it's my start and I will
finish weather I am together or alone. It's life and though I may tremble it's me who
will get up from the ground and dust myself off. I won't let anyone take the one thing I
have been praying for away from my soul. Happy. It's where I want to be, it's what I am
now. Happy all my dreams are in reach and I am glad that I can finally say it out loud.
Happy from far away you can tell by the way I laugh at my mistakes, happy and I will
continue to smile unless the devil decides to take it away from me. But for now I can
honestly say that happy is what happy does and I am happy I can say it loud and hope
that it doesn't jinx my current state.
Form:
Masibambane
We move
We look
We seek
You know we are
Masibambane
We meet
On days
These days
we'll touch the stars
Masibambane
I know the set
In sense
We'll never fall
Masibambane
And everything that we have built above
The world
Of the children come with me
We'll move the world
in time we shall go on hand in hand
to build the truth
Masibambane
And never once I'll tell you never shine
Masibambane
With confidence we'll fight the war of words
Masibambane
A future never entering the dark
Masibambane
With light we'll carve the path and reproduce
Masibambane
The time when gods spoke not only the truth
Masibambane
We feel the pain of all that came before
Our Birth
Shall redeem our future even though its gone
Amongst
all the veterans the so called future crowns
They seek
What forever we have treasured in the core
To know
It is fools among us fools we'll never know
The sign
Though so brightly lit it's dimming in the heart
Masibambane
And siblings let them gather in the soul
Masibambane
In the valley of the Gods
Masibambane
In the valley of the Gods
Masibambane
In the valley of the Gods
Masibambane
In the valley of the Gods
The dust
Of the faries let it light up in the sky
The elves
Of the forest let them wander on shore
Believe
On the goodness men will rise up to be seen
The end
Will not come from anything that we have seen
So look
Up in heavens that is where we'll meet our fate
So live
And forever sing the joy thats in your heart
Masibambane
In the valley of the Gods
Masibambane
In the valley of the Gods
By Athi Godlo
Tonight like all the other nights
I lay down next to her cot bed ,run my fingers through her hair
' Hush Hush ,sleep baby sleep ' , I Softly sing to her.
I sing to her a lullaby She listened to from birth
I hum to her the melody that knows her water world
Then I proudly watch her , touch the inside of her palm
I whisper sweet and gentle ,trying to keep her calm.
I feel her tiny fingers curl around my own
till She slowly drifts to sleep in dreams so far from home.
In dreams with lands of faries , of stars twinkling in streams
In castles made of pure bliss where our grips find release.
Tonight, is not like other nights,. 2 am , total darkness
but cannot , just cannot close my eyes.
I look at her , and gently lift her , I place her in my arms
I Hold her close, I hold her tight , with all my need and all my might.
I rock her to the beat , to the beating of my heart
I kiss her , I kiss her deep , as if we're to depart.
I put her back , I lay her down , to snuggle with her teddy
Warm tears , first tears , start falling , suddenly.
Tonight is not like other nights . 3 am , total darkness
but cannot , just cannot close my eyes
I write all my emotion ,as if its the last time I could write
Tonight is not like other nights . 4 am , the moon reflects its light
but cannot , just cannot close my eyes
Warm smiles , new smiles , replace this pain, this fear lurking inside
Because I know , if shapeless clouds cover my sight
the last words that I penned ,were for my precious child.
This native voice, in my head,
Is telling me what has to be said.
But every time I try to explain,
My tongue messes up,
And my voice doesn't seem
To sound serious enough.
Oh what can I do?
I feel something, telling me to realize,
That there's something I have to save,
But I'm not so sure.
Maybe there's something in me
That means so much more.
At the moment I saw that long garment,
That the Japanese wear,
For their own culture because they really cared, Somehow I feel connected to the Asians.
I feel that the Japanese destiny I see,
Is probably telling me
To embrace my own culture too.
Just like how the other countries and nations knew, But I guess my ancestors
Were probably so lighthearted and wise,
That Europeans and Americans
Taking over was no surprise.
Sometimes the inner native pride in me,
Is telling me to accomplish
One of my pre-made destinies,
But in a world full of different things,
I'm not sure who I am exactly,
But someday I know I'll understand.
Maybe if I were to go to Japan,
And speak to their elders,
I bet they would ask me
Why I abandoned my language and tradition.
Then I'd realized that I'm on a mission, To see what I can do,
Then maybe in the end...
I'll be done and through,
But then again I'm not so sure.
All I'm asking for; is for more...
Time and opportunity,
I don't want anybody rushing me.
Plus I need more inspiration and creativity: To try to evolve my own culture
Into something more.
But what is a girl supposed to do, In a world full of things...
Marissa Faries
Circa. 2010 (Age: 15)
When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped windows
A misty mountain with a purple hue.
All my fields were evergreen
with flowers falling like confetti in between.
A rising sun in molten gold so bright
with shifting leaves along a riverside.
I painted mushrooms covering faries
Unicorns, princesses and queens
Happy trolls and Naughty elves
riding on watercoloured bees.
As such was life, Carefree
As beautiful as dreams.
Years rolled on, trees turned old
Vibrant colours became the past in an hourglass.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that is left are sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day.
But little child out there, Listen to me..
Never let clouds cover your soul with ash -of-grey
Like candyfloss, clouds might seem huge
But they're made of fluff...Blow them away.
Blow them away before it rains
Yet if rain pours its heavy drops
and gusty winds whirl from strong storms
Never give up!
Lilt up your head, seek with those eyes
In every journey a rainbow hides
Just keep on searching, do not be blind
Leave all your troubles way back behind.
All shadows now, are black as night
All that are left are Sepia shades
dim as the gloom of a Winter day
But now and then a spell's bestowed upon my name
With an old brush and childhood colours
I paint an orchard with sugar-maples
and fragrant blossoms blooming in May.
If I had those pretentious brains which act faster than this heart
maybe then I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse
maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words
maybe then I would scrutinize my each and every coma,dot and exclamationmark!
But I would never let that happen,I'd rather go away.
Writing with my mind and not my heart leads only to asylum within the being of myself.
Poetry is my voice,my life,my escape,my each emotion stored,processed in a yesterday
breathing softly in fresh air,wanting to explode in death, love,passion and romance.
Each verse, a thought I'm able to scribe of yet unable to express through spoken words.
Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by ,tread your footstep on my verse
but maybe in a today,a broken-hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner, an insane man,a tramp ,or any outcast to society
would pick these shattered pieces and gather them as whole
and maybe through this scribbled cross-word puzzle finds God'love once again.
Maybe a little child who understands only little words
would turn the pages of silly rhymes i penned
rhymes which speak of moon and stars,angels,dreams and faries
and maybe He would smile, maybe He would laugh
Maybe he would dream ,the way i used to dream
and maybe He would write the most eloquent sonnet
or maybe just simple words about blossoming flowers
And maybe then,my mission is accomplished,and maybe I feel blessed.
Charma
I once lived in a notebook but now I live in your head with your dreams.
And I scheme.
He was warmed to the truth by tea and intoxicatologigated by me
I see!
I am right round the corner from him.You might say,we are at right angled cross purposes
Is there a cross surplus?.
As all set out,storms set in,then we all fell out if you see what I dream.
I am mean
You are as truthful as as a chorus of wrongs in rites of the Church choir
Don't leave me in the lurch.I'm a liar.
He’s as tense as a mournful frog in a bog in Ireland in wintery discontentll
It's all meant
As far as the wife can throw,I flew.
I shall sue Sue.
I was flooded as a whole.My emotions welled up and ran all over me like faries’ hands..
Like elastic bands
I am honest as the day is wrong.
Give me a song
He was torn in three by tomcats with balls of steel
They will appeal
I have lost a whole stone and still no moss will grow on me.It grew on the stone!
Now I feel so alone
As Gluck would have it, music is heavenly singing by invisible choirs of cats.
He was bats
I sought him here,I sought him there.I sought him with angelic flair.
But noone catches Tony Blair.
I am as snug as a lapdog in a bog with a brick on its head
Can I sleep on your bed?
She was as tender as an apple tart is round.
and quite sound
As the crow flew,I had to fly as well to avoid it escaping me..I leave no crow alone
They usually get stoned