I see and think people beat
Like chameleon too
Not by color but by giving words
I see statuses of some famous people
In my own language
Men of their own family are only great
Men from outside become their slaves.
Contrastive in one's beliefs unique environment, and
assortments of cultures, faiths, faces. Countless places
economic and social statuses.
A range of scholastic objectives, Diversity is very advantageous
sharing a common missions, yearning for acquiring new skills
and a distinction of one's individuality, and fulfilling one's
dreams and accomplishment. Diversity
One's different beliefs, environments, cultures, faith, likes, dislikes, unique faces, religions, countless places, a range of scholastic goals
Economic and Social statuses which contrast one have in common and to learn from one another, and distinction in one Individually in one's dreams and goals deferred.
Our world is enduring suffering.
Suffering countries are living in coldness.
Coldness is killing those sitting in darkness.
Today, light your candle and run;
Run with it in all corners of the villages;
Villagers are held in thick dimness.
Dimness swallowing all the citizens.
Citizens of our cities and remote villages,
Females and males, despite their races and statuses.
Today, run or walk with your big or small candle;
Candle that rescues those in dullness, plus yourself.
Yourself, handle the candle for you and for others.
You are the candle; you have the light we need.
Go toward them, all those struggling in the obscurity,
Madly need that little candle you are holding.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
What's in this Life?
It's nothing but conceited.
I'm afraid it will corrupt me
And make me obnoxious.
What's in this Life?
It's nothing but fraud,
Filled with stories and likes,
Statuses and calls.
Where is that simplicity?
The one that was once praised.
Which used to charm people,
And used to cut through every craze.
What is with the gazes?
That scrutinise your laces.
Why don't they understand?
Prada is worn by even the devil and his slaves!
I know exactly how betrayal feels like.
How personal of an ordeal.
The feeling is spear vociferous like.
That is betrayal for a mere country girl.
Being used to wagons and stallions,
springs, tall grass lands, I was safe.
Lassie years fetched these experiences,
Now I testify about betrayal, I’m safe.
I am told love comes in unalike statuses,
I had, I have my own, will always have.
I don’t know how love saw this unbiased.
But it is bias, I have been betrayed.
Well, it’s done I have always thought.
But love you left me there,
There by Betrayal’s door post, I’m hurt.
Won’t you come, come pull me to the out?
You never know because I never tell.
You will never come fetch me.
You never meant to me thus at all.
This hurt will be my light each day I see
I don't want to hear,
I don't want to know.
Your life is a Soap Opera,
like a T.V. show.
Your life is a mess.
I can read the signs
but I have trouble keeping track
of my own plot lines.
No one's life runs smooth.
We all have our issues.
I needn't hear yours
to bring out the tissues.
You have social media
to vent your frustrations,
your ups and your downs,
tragedy and elations.
I have my own stuff
to deal with your know.
I just choose not to put it
out there like a show.
So I wish you the best,
I wish you well
but those passive aggressive statuses
can just go to hell.
15/09/2015
What life means to me
Beyond all materials
and all relations,
All damn emotions
and scintillations,
Is just a moment
that can be lived to its full !
Beyond all statuses
and highest of education,
Knowledge having achieved,
or is being applied,
Is just that fraction of time,
if you could catch it right !
Beyond all belongings
be those real or virtual,
The heart and the love
that beats for or with,
Is just that perfectly lived time,
In grief or joy sublime !
Every sun sends a ray,
Flower the fragrance,
Breeze the breaths,
Nature vibrant colours,
To live each minute,
In a perfect flair,
Yet wasting time,
Thinking of the past,
and unknown future,
As the Present is gone,
Capture this very moment,
Live your life and to its full !
Written Feb 9th, 2015
For contest by Jerry T Curtis
Awarded 1st place win
'truth is…'
Like this status and I will lie
'to be honest…'
The honesty is hidden behind the fabricated words
'Like for a rate 1-10'
And most likely I will rate you higher than myself.
Nothing is turning out like I wanted it to.
Everything is now black and blue.
Wrist cut up with a sharp blade.
Blood rushing out like it's being made.
Thoughts of death running through my mind.
Nothing is clear to me, I am blind.
What's going on?
Scissors are suddenly being drawn.
My end is near.
I can see it start to appear.
What you thought were funny jokes.
Made me want to choke.
Prank calls, blocked messages, statuses all calling me names.
You all have caused me so much pain.
Whore, ****, *****, cow, fat, ugly reappearing in my head.
I don't know what to do anymore but lay in my bed.
Who am I supposed to turn to?
I have no one but you.
I dream at nights about not being here anymore.
I don't think I'm a whore.
I have a plan now.
Explain it to me now.
I've got a gun.
It's all been done.
I'm leaving now.
Goodbye everyone, Goodbye forever.
How about Post on Facebook
Only statuses, links, pictures
And you don't care if they are
Xeroxed and seen everywhere.
Click click, that's the name of the game
Click click, you're going insane
Click click, is it nice outside?
Click click, should I even try?
Click click, it's the name of our generation
Click click, hypnotic masturbation
Click click, researching nonsense
Click click, losing my conscience
Click click, puppies and kittens
Click click, more statuses written
Click click, everyone has a voice
Click click, everyone has a choice
Click click, donate to causes
Click click, without hidden clauses
Click click, the world is becoming transparent
Click click, it's all so inherent
Click click, this is public domain
Click click, but please don't restrain
Click click, an abundance of trolls
Click click, did I just get rick rolled?
Poetry!
For Tommy!
Constantly you remain,
A passing image in the recesses of my mind,
Statuses Adonis like Sometimes.
The indulgence fervently kept,
Behind tightly pressed lips.
Intrigued by the words that never escape.
All of my inspirations finally take shape.
The things most people never notice,
Resonate in all you do.
That is the sheer poetry of you!
Why we make it hard to live, but easy to die?
Why when a child's born the mother cries?
Why do social statuses determine your worth?
Why do we let Satan continue to torch us?
Why can't bad neighborhoods get help?
Why is wealth more significant than good health?
Why do minorities financially suffer the most?
Why can't we tell the youth more than to just dream and hope?
Why can't we assure a destiny for kids stuck in the streets?
Why can't the strong help pick up the weak?
Why do Christians only help Christians?
Why can't we throw racism and hatred aside and focus on good living?
Why can't we inform thugs with love?
And why we act like God isn't watching us from above?