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He emerges from the twilight of his troubles
and walks into the light of a new day,
finding hope in the arrival of its elements,
searching for redemption on the illuminated path.
He learns a lesson from every wound;
Every darkness takes him back to his roots,
to the mystery hidden in his ancestors’ footsteps,
to the veil that silences his echoes.
A sage was sent to him—
a priestess who had long sought to understand the mystery of the unseen.
Together, they journeyed through a meadow of shadows,
where she spoke to the Gatekeeper of the refreshing dawn.
He understands that life is filled with complexities and perplexities.
He realises that the unseen shapes the seen.
He also knows that there will be an end to strife at Zion’s gate.
Because of this, he watches, listens, prays, hopes, and waits.
October 18, 2025.
Basking in the sunlight
In a field of flowers
A peaceful look in her
She looks up to the sky
And realises how much she loves life
This is all she wanted
In a world that eradicates through hatred
In this moment She felt grounded
Listening to the sounds of nature
She lost a lot of her family
To police brutality
As the sun shone down on her
She could feel their love kiss her
She often felt herself being guilty
For choosing to keep on living
But this little treasured moment
Filled her soul
With love, hope and purpose
She took out her journal
Her words, her motivation
To get justice for her people
She wouldn't waste time wallowing
When the world needed fixing
She looked up to the sky
One last time
A smile on her face
A fire in her eyes
And a glow from the sun rays
Entrusting her with an energy
That can't be tamed
The world would know their names
Her passion overrides their hate
She would make sure the world would pay
For their crimes committed throughout history
She would put them in the spotlight
Strip them of their dignity
Rid them of their ego
And when there is nothing left to take
She would give the people a show
Make an example out of the oppressors
To make sure the public would know
What happens When you mess with black people
Judgement
You light the fire, then play the victim.
It's not my fire, yet you let it burn.
Rage and pain drive you insane,
creating a parody of hypocritical lies.
Judgemental eyes ignite in fumes,
ignorant to another man's shoes.
Silent emotions
They say he shows no emotions,
yet fail to see the flow of tears,
crying from his poetic pen.
Poetry is only silent to ignorance.
It's the pain keeping him alive,
breaking all figurative chains.
He realises there is not shame,
when the sorrows of lost time,
become burdens he can't let go.
Yet the hurt makes him stronger.
She
I always knew she'd be the one,
from that novel, whose name I fail to recall.
When I read those words,
her image burst from the page.
I always thought lucidity of my imagination,
was a slightly cruel curse;
until i saw those eyes,
which moved closer in crystal definition,
merging true colours into my heart.
Even in the silence of my dreams,
I called for just one kiss from her lips.
Misunderstood muse
There won't be any poetry tonight,
nothing to say, to see nor to write.
An absence of subtle reflection in words,
become a substance of subsistence.
Confused with silent existence of timeless distance.
Insistence of your resistance,
seems like a waste of emotions,
in a false dawn of devotions.
Learn to create perfect harmonies
through simple sincere symphonies.
Then your predicament will not breed,
nor succeed in its egotistical need.
Simple Musings
Silent One
8 December 2019
Sondering mind which realises the agony of every heart,
this is how the journey of a poet starts.
Praise and prejudice he receives all,
one who rises is bound to fall.
For telling the truth and being a sleuth,
the poet is refrained.
His veracious poetries are simply disdained.
Using his pen like a sword he slashes through the society to know it all,
the ugly truth makes his body shiver,
his candour heart starts to quiver.
A poet is a mirror of the society ,
who portrays the real picture with propriety.
He writes what he feels,
he writes what he sees.
He has seen love blossoming in the middle of a war.
He has seen treachery in a family of four.
He has seen the fear in the eyes of a prey when the lion roars.
The duty of a poet is to write and write with all his might.
To write about war and forget love,
is like describing the colour white without mentioning dove.
Sorrows ,misery and happiness are the stanzas of the same poem,
look around my dear friend, you will find a poet in every home.
Happy Days
Each is given breath,
above soil, toil and glory,
mouths expel a tirade,
behind a masquerade.
Each born pure in heart,
soon shattered; broken
jagged pieces maybe scattered.
Each feels the beats hidden deep inside.
It struggles to love, but rages!
against tears cried, each supplied
with both organs, and need,
exhausted moment, emitting seed.
Each with eyes, unable to detect lies,
a tongue its whip sting, able to chastise,
each is not supplied in rubies and gold,
a fool realises, in late life now is to olde.
Each foot step trudge,
to the hole in soil;
hazily remembers the glory,
not the toil. Happy days indeed !
If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.
If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day
no one will realise
that it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,
my bird has flown
The humidity of July makes sweat drip,
the unbearable heat frustrates everyone,
they stay cool and avoid the scorching sun.
The fire hydrants are open and kids
love the cold water splashing on their bodies;
grandmother sits in the shade of the ember tree
and wipes her wrinkled forehead and nags...
her wish might be realized as stormy clouds arrive.
" My roses are dying, and the grass
is turning yellow!" she complains...
" If it only rained steady for an hour! "
is her wish and it that might be realized.
Arounf four o' clock, a whirlwind wind
blows off her straw hat, grandma realises
a storm is coming soon and warning
her grandchildren, " Get out of the water! "
The playful kids hesitate to leave but obeying
they go inside, jim shouted," It's getting awfully dark! "
a loud thunder shakes the entire house, kids
get closr to grandma fearing the fury of the storm.
Written on 9/2/2017
You cant fix a certain man...
If he doesnt have a heart.
Its pointless to even try...
He was broken from the start.
Not even a stitch or a bandaid...
You cant patch or repair.
I told you that hes broken...
Theres no feelings in there.
He has no guilt or remorse...
Its like talking to a brick wall.
Blank and empty hes all self...
Hes all for one and one for all.
Its pointless to even try...
Dont waste your precious years.
Hes out having a great time...
While your sitting home in tears.
So when he finally realises...
How he treated you bad.
All those missed opportunities...
Too blind to see what he had.
So as your time is precious...
And you have a loving heart.
There's someone more deserving...
That loves you right from the start.
Living a life brings many a fear
for time moves ever so very fast
leaving you to wonder about it all
but it's gone for the die's been cast
So much of our time is just waiting
waiting on what you may ask
well anything that's not really ready
for you want it done no east task
Peace is such an elusive thing
for in this world, there's such a lack
many seek it in all the wrong places
it's so needed to help you on track
Love rules when one realises no time
eternal has real; meaning forevermore
learning to love is one big thrill
receiving it back makes one roar
Receive revelation from on high
for God knows what you are to find
that destiny for you is never lost
sure it shall be as God has signed
quote:
'Time is too swift for those who fear, too long for those who wait, too short for those who finally find peace, but for those who love, time is eternal. For nothing is ever lost that God wants you to find.'
-Shannon Alder
REALITY HUNGRY
When others’ joy is merely peering over the wall
Those who relish real experiences, good and bad
The taste of life’s disappointments is as bitter gall
But for the lucky few, the best they’ve ever had
Sometimes life can feel empty, like nothing at all
There is always surplus time and room to be sad
Perhaps by hitting the brakes the engine will stall
And for that sudden quiet one may even be glad
Hearing echoes of footsteps along an empty hall
This may be the first sign that one is going mad
One realises being alone can make one feel small
And would not have been mentioned in the Iliad
Life is not always about having a masquerade ball
Take a breath, ignore what may be the latest fad
Yet for most, the same routine each day can pall
Especially when finding oneself to be armour clad