I have no fear but that I may live and not have lived,
For the things that my heart know to be true.
Nothing gives me cold sweats like chasing dreams
That really were never mine; false goldmines,
That fill me with outward riches, a poor soul.
Gold of course I love, will have aplenty
Yet only a rich, hale and hearty soul,
Can make aught else I posses a pleasure.
I want to live, long and full, really live,
For all that matter: my dreams, my faith, family.
I choose to live only if when I live,
Others around me would also have lived,
Knowing and telling that I lived for more than me.
I live without fear cos I really live.
My heart bears me witness that I live true.
We are one people, evidently so
One people divided only by our fears
We are one people, never mind our woes
Can’t you see we have so little problems?
We are so united, only without trust
We are on the same journey, just different routes
We as one are so blessed, we are our only curse
We tell each other everything but the truth
Our oneness is a firm cord, umbilical
We are joined so strongly by the juice in our soils
We’re one, though our leaders think it’s farcical
We fight for oneness, they are enriched from our toils
We are one People, everyone of us know
They massage our ‘common’ bulging udder
With truckloads of milk, upwards the map they go
Oh! I meant to say “we”, as one that we are
We’re one, seperated by hued glass cars, huge walls
Our oneness is touching, a beautiful dirge
Pen-robbers are king, and we buy from same stalls
Prey and predator, we are one, hmm…”so sage”
We are One, only divided by boundaries
We revel in our oneness, to hide our hearts
Ours is a rare prejudice, clothed in oneness
We embrace in parties, yet throw secret darts
We have made our oneness a poisoned chalice
Every kiss we share, we pass on subtle venom
Hameed meets and is enraptured by Alice
But Oneness has taught him hate is the norm
We are one, we greet ourselves with guns and swords
We are one, we sow the seeds to divide and rule
Hearts cold as death, feign to fight for us in words,
They too are our curse, leaders, mean and cruel
I weep as I write these because we are one
Blinded by hate, crippled by greed, we are one
Somewhere in our hearts, a handful are still one
Raped and ripped apart, we’ve all suffered as one
We’ve all been fooled, hoodwinked, lied to as one
Yet a dream still lives in us to rise as one
I hear the rally cry of many hearts as one
“Crushed and battered, let’s mould our clay into one”
Everyday in life is special, at least for me
Still having you in mine, as mine, beats all else
And if I would choose one day as remarkable,
It’ll be the day the gift of you was given.
I have said many things to you, about you
I have written several lines, spoken in rhymes
One thing though, no words, however much, could really do:
To say all that I would, I’d need a lifetime
The mix of all you are still has me “spellbound”
Your drive, and charm, the priceless candor, so much more.
You’re not just my sweetheart, you are my friend, the best
Times, have tried us, and we’ve stood through the tests
Like I promised, I’ll stand with and for you, always
And yes, even at eighty, you’ll still be the One:😍
The One person I’ll love in so many ways.
Today, like everyday, you’re special, Happy birthday!
Tears are not flowing, hearts are cold
Men refuse to marry, our girls are old
Time is still ticking, fools are on hold
Giants are sleeping, cowards stand bold
So much work on ground, hands fold
Crazy is the new way, so we are told
Fools lead, idiots cheer, as they steal gold
Change? Blood will flow from hearts so cold
The colours of love are wonderful,
Through which we see life is beautiful.
Spiralling like a gift of rainbow,
It’s hue brightens, casting off shadows.
The smooth touch of love is wonderful.
Like lightning, its force is powerful.
Cascading like the wind over trees,
It floods the heart with fadeless thrills.
The music of love is wonderful.
Like R&B, it’s deep and soulful.
Caressing like cool breeze in summer,
It leaves the soul calm, the heart healthier.
The language of love is wonderful.
It is kind, gentle, true, not prideful
Speaking above doubts and fearful whims,
It corrects, forgives and forgets sins.
The heart of love is so wonderful,
Full of care, it makes life colourful.
Bearing the pains and burdens for others,
It barely does note when it suffers.
The fire of love is wonderful.
Pure flaming passion burn, yet peaceful
Unfading and growing each new day, It enraptures the mind in countless ways.
The true cost of love is wonderful;
Sacrifice, sometimes steep and painful.
Pondering on its deep selflessness,
You find that to be loved is to be blessed.
Hence when that day, One so wonderful,
Chose to take the place of the sinful,
He did not mull it over nor hove.
To the cross He went, driven by love.
Rippled sounds of my squeaking voice,
Echoes in my own head.
It bellows loud in the silence;
As I lay on my bed:
“Today again, you tried in vain.
Overhead, the night looms.
Do you see the sun pale, strengths wane?
Yet no spring flower blooms.
The frontline’s for the stern and stout.
Your place is in the shades.
All who dare, face a ruthless rout.”
With these taunts, my hope fades.
The husky voices of strangers,
Fade with each striding step.
But my heart’s own whimpering whispers,
Grow louder with each step.
These fears, threaten to sink my dream.
Words seek to make me drown.
Against my mind’s current, I swim.
It takes all of my brawn.
It’s a cycle as old as me,
A tale of void shackles.
And often when I think I’m free,
It speaks; my mind buckles.
Alas! I found they’re all shadows;
They are not even mine.
I peer in them but find hollows.
I wonder, why did I whine?
The Book was what opened my ears,
To hear beyond my mind.
Now those rippled sounds and fears,
Have all been cast behind.
Photo: Nathan Wirth
Silence, you are not a good friend.
I give you my doubts and fears to mend
And you make me your prisoner.
Yet when I oft would opt to speak,
There are no listening ears near to pick.
So I am lone with you silence.
Silence, you have a real bad side.
I give you my pains and tears to hide
And my heart’s turned to a cauldron.
Yet when I did let my eyes leak,
They pelted me, saying I was weak.
Then I recoiled into silence.
Silence, you play me like a fool
I choose to leave the matter with you
And I am left to clean the mess.
Yet when I call wrongs to account,
They accuse me of seeking to haunt
And I’m pushed to live in silence.
Silence, you are a heavy stone.
See the weight I have to bear alone,
Of cares and needs I would not share
Yet I fear, no shoulders are free,
That’d gladly bear the burdens with me.
So sadly, I strain in silence.
Silence you’ll be my alibi,
While I take solace in the divine,
For things I cannot do or tell.
Perhaps I’ll find one warm and wise,
Who would listen well and not despise,
Then I’ll leave this shell of silence.