Wale Poems

True Story

I had a vision,a waking dream.I drove someone,a female to a beautiful secluded spot in nature.It may have been the trail of tears state park.We sat in the car and talked for a while till I asked her would she like for me to take a stroll allowing her some privacy for the storm that was brewing.She said no ,she wanted my presence .Almost inaudibly a sound began as if from the soles of her feet building in volume and intensity .As each resistant cell released what it had long held the volume continued to escalate as it sought a point of egress.Arriving at her wild eyed contorted face she looked at me questiongly.I responded with a look of calm reassurance that she would endure this . it ripped its way up her throat  pulling her head back with the force of the long contained explosion of pain releasing a scream that both frightened and awed . A ferral non human wale of a banshee that made the hair stand stiffly at the nape of my neck .
Then she collapsed into an outpouring ,no flood gate
Could have contained removing the last vestiges of the unbearable weight she had exhaustively carried.And then she was well.

Kashish

Kisi nazar mein kashish aisi, ke dil thehar jaye  
Chahne wale ka har zakhm, khud sanwar jaye  

Yeh jo lams hai tera, yeh jadoo ka raaz sa  
Dil ki veeran galiyon mein roshni bhar jaye  

Teri baaton ka asar dil pe utarta aisa  
Har khayal, har dua tujh pe hi thehar jaye  

Yeh mohabbat hai ya koi khwab ka dhoka  
Jo bhi mile, wohi khwahish ban ke bikhar jaye  

Meri har saans mein, tere wujood ka ehsaas  
Mere dil ka har dukh, tere qadam par mar jaye  

Kisi nazar mein kashish aisi, ke sab bhool jayein  
Dil ke har goshe mein tu hi tu thehar jaye

Mera Beeta Kal

Beete kal ke nishaan nirantar cheekha karte he 
Sher ki dhahad se mujhpe gurraya karte he 
Apne aane wale kal ko behtar karne me chala tha  
Mujhe kya pata tha ye jeevan ke baad bhi peecha karte he

Sisi Kama Sisi

Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatuna elimu lakini ni wajuaji 
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatutaki kutembea bali kukimbia
 Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni kwamba hatushibi, 
Tunakula mpaka tunajamba 
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida 
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni wanafiki, Tunasema ndio kumbe tunamaanisha la
Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi ni wavivu, hatuoni maana ya kuchapa kazi, Sio kufanya kazi bali kuchapa kazi Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

Tatizo letu sisi kama sisi hatupendani, Tunathamini watu wa nje kuliko wa ndani Chakushangaza hata hawa ndugu zetu kina nyani Huwa wanapeana heshima fulani
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa na faida
Tuna ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

Sisi kama sisi hatuwezi kuendelea
Maana tayari kizazi chetu kimeshapotea
Wale waliobaki kazi yao kubwa ni kuwaonea na kuwatendea wale wenzao wanao wategemea 
Ule ujeuri usiokuwa wa kawaida na faida sasa umebaki kutuzomea
Na tunaona ni sawa tu.

© SMS

Weakened By Emotion

A sadness has come over me,
A darkness has set in;
The search for lone identity,
My patience wearing thin.

With yesteryear behind me,
an new ones yet to come;
I feel I'm blind and cannot see,
no direction to or from.

My quest is here, my time expired,
I set my life a sail;
I'm cold, I'm lonely, and I'm tired,
with this I start to wale.

So with my thoughts I dry my eyes,
and follow twisted winds;
With hope and fervor as my guides,
my journey now begins.

A day gone by and nothing yet,
to tame that which I fear;
My sadness I cannot forget,
its' voice is all I hear.

The darkness still upon me,
My course I cannot find;
And so I drift amid the sea,
In weakened state of mind.

Boat On Sale

its white corlor bright
its wide
has map guild
over ride the tide
good or bad weather
will not fail
flow like a wale
this
BOATS ON SALE

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Car Sale

its clean
its a dream
has inside lights
the price is right
its flow like a wale
its a
OUR SALE

Gold Mind Inspired By Wale

I Don't Need Diamonds
To Make Me Gleam.
I Have Priceless Thoughts
And Fortunate Dreams.

Let It Out

Cry.
Just let it out.
Make people see that you really are human.
Let it flow.
Don't cover your face
and don't run away.
Okay?
Just cry
and don't let it stop short.
Stop waiting to be alone.
Stop burying your head under your pillow.
Stop holding your breath
and biting your tongue.
Just cry.
Cry, and cry, and cry.
Sob like an infant,
wale like a banshee,
tera your throat open with your screams.
Let the world see that you have a heart,
and let them know that it hurts when they walk all over it
Stop bottling everything up.
It's okay now.
Let it all out.
Just cry.

Death's Bouquet

Death’s Bouquet
            by Odin Roark

Graves give much,
Willing wafted memories ride
The raven’s wind.

Into other air
Where spirits claim dorsal view
Floating beside trumpets jazzed,
While barefoot chil’en
Walkin’ the early talk
Stomp blues drifting skyward
Clinging to cawing beaks
Echoing wisdom’s  chorus .

Voices wale discordant grief
Beside caisson rolling through new dust
Atop cobbled history waiting
A preacher’s new launchpad.

Bellowing spirit made to wait
As chilling cloud churns music’s air
Into jasmine colored layering 
For a child’s sketchpad of crayon
Skipping across hopscotch chalk

All

Hitchin’ up-drafts
Atop silky black feathers
Passing over death’s bouquet
The fragrant moment moving on

Sadness

If I can’t be happy, why not wallow in sadness.
Let it overpower me in a disgustingly blissful
And tumultuous blindness that fills the empty space
That you used to occupy.
Sadness is something to be treasured.
It’s something to weep of softly and wale of angrily.
It makes me move to the beat of its locking trance 
As I smile in pure melancholy. 
Sadness, is my friend.

Jail

this is no tale
i've been like a wale
that where i get my mail
it never fail
rain know or hail
i get it its fixs in a pail
AM IN JAIL

By the Ocean's Edge

I sit by the ocean’s edge, regarding the 3 shades of blue before me.
As I watch, a reverse cascade bursts to the sky. A low wale and a splash. Gone.
Dolphins, their laughter adorable at the least, bound into the air, only to dive back seconds later. 
Looking over, I see the wise cranes, jumping and bopping to a tune I cannot hear. 
Gulls high above shout greetings to me and their fellows. 
The sun, radiating it’s warmth unto my skin, bright and bold.

This is paradise. But not my paradise. 

…There has to be lemonade. 
Then, and only then, will this be my paradise.

Wake Me

Please don't wake me if its not a dream
Please don't shake me I'm so scared to see
The scars left on my heart from so many I cared about
I thought they was pulling me  in instead they pushed me  back out
I thought they liked me back,but it was a betrayal's route.
Please don't wale me I'm still dreaming
I'm still scared of seeing
The pain  these people have  gone through
The arguments, the hate the cruel way of loving is not from the heart.
If I'm lucky wake me  when its  not  dark.

Before the Heavens Fall

Souls they gather one and all, 
at the time the darkness fades.
Hands to heads between the walls, 
sin does move away.
Never to be lackened less, 
the saints are without prayers.
Raining souls of the unconfessed, 
who's screams still fill the air.
The dead they are awakend, 
by their spirits they do call.
And wale to the forsakened, 
before the heavens fall.
Deeds are counted for their cheap, 
harsh punishment to bare.
And with a payment left to reap, 
such shamefulness to share.
Separate from the ways of one, 
who paid the price for sin.
Separation not for fun, 
has judgment does begin.
All are lost without a face, 
within this space they call.
Wishing for another place, 
before the heavens fall... 
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

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