Still I don't know,
Thou am not trying to figure out how to fix a heart,
Nor break it,
I just need to know,
Where I had lost my humanity,
In a realm where I never thought I'd float,
In the embrace , I thought my whole world was within my grasp.
That moment when I couldn't resist your presence,
And I would think you feel the same,
I would stand in the room so still,
Sometimes, so wordless
Sometimes, as if it was my greatest betrayal of myself,
Sticking you into my mind,
I could tell you weren't into me,
Yet I had courage to hold on for more, and more days
It's something I can't quite pinpoint,
The void of echoes in my room,
Where paint and silence weave your name,
An echo in the midnight of my thoughts.
Am trying to get out of it,
but am sinking deeper,
Why do I have to try to get out of something that was never real my whole life,
I'll wait in the shadows,
Knowing that sometimes,
Half is enough.
Maybe not all tales need an ending.
#pett.E.I
Ultimately, it's a matter of seasons,
waiting for dawn.
Through the skylight,
tiny as it is,
my hope resides.
It's a glimpse of the hope I eagerly yearn to meet from my room.
I've longed to find belonging,
pondered and wondered,
if I was meant to have no solace.
The doors are shut,
and I'm enclosed in the cubicle.
Yet, as the skylight on the roof keeps shining,
so does my hope for tomorrow.
I decided to keep watch on you from walls,
I moved my shoes away to give you a breath,
Nevertheless, have I ever moved miles away,
I kept a moderate distance to watch every
step of you,
Look all of the tears I have never wept,
When the distance stretched with loose
Communications.
I lost the ears of the taste of your tongue.
I thought I was shading you,
Rather, I was, drilling the pain in me,
Memories are stronger than my work,
Heavier than my weight,
Darker than my nights,
But sweeter than my sleep.
Nura my girl, I let you in with all I can,
And I will walk miles to see your similes,
WEAKNESS UNDER THE SHADOW
As shadow, at the setting of the sun, far East,
Under the valleys, mountains and seas .
Shadows propel to cover the lands and waters
Where no man has the power to intervene with the nature.
Rather , look in admiration, and
Accept the will of the creator .
Its upon him at this contingency to still believe that he is still in light
Or accept the scientific phenomena’s that the darkness as taken place.
PETT EZRA ISAAC
she rarely spoke of the past.
when the world turned her down,
Her loneliness and despair made her
dumb,
incompetency and ineffectual she felt.
she never wanted to speak about it
When she does try to speak.
The bloodshot eyes flood,
Downhearted and gloomy,
In a low tone,
Allow life take it's course.
Turn your back on the world.
And we left dumbfound.
Pett Ezra Isaac.
I believed you when you say u watch
Me grow.
Believe u say your the first person
In this family.
Making me look up to be you
Days to come.
Believe you say will move nations
Won't enter into all, at least fly over
Them.
Pride profound in all my nerves
Circulating all corners , narrating to
Every creature how it will be.
Am broken and thrown against the
Wall.
Every time you hasten like a lion that
Is greedy of his prey.
Counter attacking the cell phone,
Believe you say its not worthy weeping,
Weeping, weeping is all I remain with
Whenever you approach to leave us,
Fine , your a business man.
But we are far off crucial than that.
Believe you say you will watch me grow
And its the moment
Your leaving us for an argent business.
You have never observed my yearly
Celebrations.
Wonder if, I ever mattered to you.
Wonder if I will ever know love, love
And laughter as a united family.
Pett Ezra isaac
Some times am aren't that person who
Understands much.
But the little understanding within me,
Boosts me feel like I understand the universe.
Both under and above.
Sometimes I stand high to shine,
For a little understanding within me.
Its so because I have never hard a sound
Of an applause.
Not even given an ear.
But why among all you.
You holding my hand,
Thinking a day will come and
I stand high.
Why all motivational words.
Why all inspirations.
For me.
Sometimes my eyes are blinded by
My own tears.
And your own hand shade my eyes, from
Daggers.
The flood of ma blood on your hand.
Keeps me moving , so that you no longer
Feel pain that's meant for me.
Pett Ezra Isaac.(Uganda)
Life's shadow
leaved for centuries
before Christ and Anno Domini.
maneuvering again and again
and its delighted in that.
That it's irreversible.
Life's shadow
moving on waters
on mountains
on fire
and in valleys.
free and easy
making sure every micro
second is felt.
Life's shadow
moving confidently,
in light,
where everyone Sees it
moving quietly
in dark,
where no one sees it.
And it's still maneuvering
for centuries where we might
Be no more.
Pett Ezra Isaac
I got it that we were made to always
be just friends,
But you were more than that to me .
it was so pure that it was almost
forbidden.
forbidden that u could be mine
But i believed I have fallen for an angel.
The Angel that resides besides my heart.
That whenever I feel lonely , I turn next door right besides my heart.
and watch your beautiful smile
The smile that calms me down
And those perfect picture moments
present true you of no default.
I will be sitting right here with bucket
fill of chicken wings
for you my angel to come.
Pett Ezra Isaac
I got it that we were made to always
be just friends,
But you were more than that to me .
it was so pure that it was almost
forbidden.
forbidden that u could be mine
But i believed I have fallen for an angel.
The Angel that resides besides my heart.
That whenever I feel lonely , I turn next door right besides my heart.
and watch your beautiful smile
The smile that calms me down
And those perfect picture moments
present true you of no default.
I will be sitting right here with bucket
fill of chicken wings
for you my angel to come.
Pett Ezra Isaac
Kneeling
Praising
Shining
Morning
Every day kneeling, praising Him
Thankful for each shining, morning Hymn.
11.3.17
Another attempt at a Tyburn, inspired by Roy Pett.
Ghastly
Ghostly
Chilly
Tingly
Pale and wan the ghastly, ghostly be
Made a scared and chilly, tingly me.
11.3.17
After reading The Busker by Roy Pett I was inspired to have a go at a Tyburn myself.