take me back

Take me back to our teenage love,

I want to hear the purest sound of our heart beat.

Beating as one…..drawing ourselves closer to our dream

a dream once shared…..memories we have created.

I want to get lost in your eyes

I want to feel the innocence of our passion

The stolen moments which still lingers in my mind

let me write your name amongst the stars

Hold you tightly under the moonlight

Becoming captivated by your undying scent of your cologne.

Every hour spent with you

I will forever cherish in my heart

I wish you nothing but the best.

Caress my body with those strong gentle hands of yours

Ignite the deepest longings I’ve hidden for so long

sensual longings that are beyond the reach of human thought

feed this unbearable appetite of love with your charm

I dare you hold a little longer

Do not feel discourage by the changing seasons

life is a mixture of everything

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I care

Do not equate my silence with ignorance….

I still love you.

I think about you everyday….wondering how you’ve been.

I am waiting and hoping that one day I might see you.

P.S: Your number fan

Untold history

Time has pass, stars has fallen
The beautiful images of the sunset
Indoctrinated with the nature of the shattered dreams,
Lingering thoughts which stir the soul with great bitterness,
Deeply rooted with doubts,confusion,unpleasant thoughts which pushes humanity afar,
Accused of commiting a crime by just being different
Beginning to question their intelligence
Perceive their own brothers as enemies
Losing the essence of their deeply rooted culture
The sacredness of their culture being put on scale
Rated the lowest, classified as inferior
Who invited the beast to the feast?
He lacks the original cultural beliefs
His presence is surrounded by so much darkness
Tainted our purest minds with useless assumptions
Look where it got us…nowhere
Silence our kindness with foreign objects
Considered to nake our lives easier
Taking everything we owned
Yet he forgets that the scars will forever remain in our hearts and soul
Forever reminding us about our greatness
A remembrance which is engraved within our historical moments.
Our own stories.African stories
Let us sing the soung of peace
Forgive the wanderer(stranger) who sufferes fron a low self-esteem.
constantly seeking new ways to feed his appetite of being superior
Haunted by his own demons
Searching for a place to belong
Disturbed by unjustified beliefs
Do not laugh or mock another man foolishness
Kindly show him the right way as he was lost in the jungle surrounded by will animals.
Only his purest mind will save him.
His loss is not to be celebrated but to be used a learning experience
thus his courage deserve all the credit.

Yesterday political soldiers

Luxuries adorn the pleasure of their greed
power is all they need…
money is on top of their list,
Feed their big tummies with lies and deceit.
taken by surprise,doing as they please,
serve the people with empty promises,
They call themselves soldiers while they had no military background
They adore to be chased
They could do anything to get praised
Rest easy upon superficial beds made comfortable by another men sweat
Hide their greed through the lace of stupidity
Thinking that we cannot see their ulterior motives that lies behind their innocent smile
convinced people that there are the only token to get a good life, to survive
leading people to great suffering
wrap their gifts with cheap talk
Blind the passive minds like evil guardians
People’s support compensated with the scent of their charm
Kept in spellbound of hallucinations
cheerfully listening to the sad melodies created by the cries of the people
Elevating thoughts of anger and hatred
they are talented liars
using people lives as lottery tickets,taking chances
forgetting that the sea waves do not float in one direction
beneath the sea lies the unknown
No man can anticipate
Yesterday political soldiers,
Pleasure seekers,corrupted minds
Hungry for power
Be careful not to get their disease
it is very contagious.

WAR

We are at war,
Armoured with only our voices,
A pen and paper our only weapon
Writing our stories,
Stories which will forever remain
within the heart that listen
We are artist,
Artist who paints pictures of reality
Just look closely
Allow your eyes to see the ugly truth that lies within.
Cultivating the soul with all beautiful things.
The picture holds no sympathy
It reveals its ruthless nature unconsciuosly
reflecting the complexity of the critical mind.
The artist doesn’t care about being admired
he only cares about sustaining the reality of his craft.
he is the Soldier
fighting an endless battle
a battle that has no victory
yet its occurrence is satisfactory
It had occurred for long time
taken everything I thought it was mine
made him innocent like a child
he do not know when it began
All he remember is the beautiful sun
The sun that exposed him unto his enemies
leaving them helpless
His craft is heartless
So much blood had been shed
Lots of lesson had been learnt
Inspiring strangers had been met
And he doesn’t feel reluctant to call them friends
They are his family which he never had…
They are his revelation he never anticipated
His words left him uneasy
leaving him in great suffocation
Pleading to find redemption
Then feeding his hunger with great expectations.

Secret Place

Where do I begin?
When will this madness end?
I sat motionless on the library desk
while my mind was busy roaming, traveling to an unknown place.
A place which has serenity and selfless liberation,
Having a great need to share the secrets of these place with this person next to me.
I feel like sharing will bring great fulfillment,
Enhance the natural connection of our own excitement,
I am afraid that you will react differently,
Your stubbornness would restrict you from feeling this pure happiness.
Can you hear the soft music that we create with our bodies,
We need not said anything,
Let’s just free our soul and enjoy the song created by our heart beats.
It sadden me that it will take time for you to understand,
accept reality and act neutral towards this situation
Do you believe that whatever we share is real?

Ignoring the roar inside me

That one steamy moment shared was riveting,
Your silent treatment ruffle my fantasy,
The distance between us sadden me,
Trying to retrieve back what you’ve told me.
Tired of feeling caught up into your nasty schemes.
Clearly got me during my moment of weakness.
Your touch become a lasting imprint on my skin like a tattoo.
Contaminated my mind with lies, I won’t forgive you.
Pleading to keep our love affair secretive
I am outspoken, your sedate personality is about to get screwed
The segment of our strong feelings trouble me,’
Wish it foresee delightful memories.
The roar inside me infuriated me,
Requires to be attended, listened and understood,
Sudden change happened simultaneously
Stirring tenderness feeling inside,
Behind spoken words there is a lot to hide,
Seeking a place to escape these difficult times.
I want him,I want him now.

I am what I am

Oh God I thank thee for creating such a beautiful being,
a magical flower that blossom every season,
Dancing shyly in the light spring breeze
Smiling under the brightly shinning sun,
Listening to the music sang by the wind,birds and the moving ocean.
Using my senses to engage with the pure heart of nature,
allowing my mind to take a little adventure.
I got an innate earthquake inside me,
It erupt very gently,giving lustful eyes some occupation
thus could not control themselves, they can’t stop looking.
I could hear them whispering under their breath,
Wishing to explore me as they please…
Wearing a dress that flows so gracefully like a waterfall,
Depicting a wonderful image that resemble natural beauty.
An African pot, that feeds the imaginary hunger,
With eyes that strike like a thunder,
revealing the beautiful desert of Kalahari.
Whoever gave birth to this Princess,
shall rejoice, a pure gold has been extracted form the deepest depth,
hidden by the Creator.
Carefully chosen,
with a voice that spoke so little, eyes telling a different tale,
the mind having so much to say.
Walking firmly as if the earth beneath your feet is never shaken,
Ensuring that your presence is never forgotten,
Leaving an intangible basket filled with love,care and respect.

Purest Magic

The night is filled with so much magic,
The moon above the sky dancing to the music made by the owls,
The scent captured within the wind makes my mind travel a mile,
Reminding me about that night I spent with him,dreaming around his arms.
The sound of moving trees,a distance laughter echos in my ears,
Giving me the awareness of the pure magic found inside my body,
The stars beautifully glittering overhead,
A sedate feeling filled my heart with peace,
Everything looked beautiful.
My soul was filled with great happiness,
Now I’ve found my piece of mind,
My private space of liberation,
Located deeply inside my heart.

This wonderful artist piece was inspired by the book written by Nora Roberts,The Donovan Legacy-Captivated.

Well known Ghost

I’m stunned by your appearance,
Yet I’ve known you for years,
I’ve promised myself that I’m going to cherish our friendship,
Though its not the best friendship in the world,
We could be together and utter no word
Asking myself what kind of a friend are you?
though you’d never disappointed me
but your presence makes me less integrated,
Remember the memories we’ve created,
You’d never judged me,
but your remarks made me felt foolish,
You cared less about my relationship
Let alone the pain that came with my hardship.
Sometimes I pretend that I don’t see you
while your dress code stood out from the crowd
I don’t know your real name but I know your face pretty well.
You are a well known ghost called loneliness,
Today I’m proud to say that I’m not embarrassed anymore to be your friend.