Capture it now....

So many of those things
we must care to capture
before, as we've been told,
they escape--something to do with
the nature of ideas--and we'll
never again find them, or if we do,
we will as with the same palate
that took us there in the first place.

But I need to tell somebody now,
tell myself, reminder, about the day
I could have done what I'm doing now
but something I knew
dared me on, and I cowered,
perhaps not that exactly, but
I looked down then inward
and felt the small teeth of caution:
so while I'm feeling horrible
about this or that not yet accomplished
I have known too that accomplishment
that happens in public view
is not always a reflection of the failure within.

So many things, so many things:
and I hear some of you whispering:
Tell us, tells us now...
and laughing, I will pick satchel,
walk one or two steps before
I tell myself to face it....

I have loved you before

I was never one to believe in reincarnation..but I know you..
I know you..
We have met before..

I have loved you before..
I know we have shared more than brief smiles and shady "hellos"
We have shared a bed together and made love, I remember that day every lover in each galaxy envied us..

I have loved you with the love so deep it turned me into a yo-yo..
I was under your spell and in you I had blissful moments..
I have loved you with the love that turned me in and out of myself and made me a better me..
For when I loved you, love allowed me to love you and see beyond the pains, heartaches and betrayals..

I know we shared much more than the air we breathe..
We have made plans, set under the sky giggling and having ice tea and a few drinks..
We have spoken about starting a family.."I want twins" you said..

I have loved you with the love that is Godly..
It had no boundaries..
It defied the laws of our land..
We had fought for it..together..
Love so unconstitutional and uncomfortable to some..so unconventional and unconditional..
I have loved you with the love of God..

I know you..
My heart recognizes and my subconscious registers your existence..
My spirit lingers at your hearts door..
It knows you in and out..
It had visited your every fiber once upon a time..
It was the very reason you laughed and cried...

I have loved you before..
I know you..
Every feeling tells a story that was once lived through our eyes..
My mind has forgotten but my heart remembers..
My senses know you..

Yet we pass each other like the winds of the dessert..you are West..I East ..
You are day and I night..
We are like the sides of the coin..

I know you..
I have loved you before
You have loved me back with the love of God..

By Thuthula Sodumo ( South Africa )


photo credits ;  www.spiritualhowto.com

Royal love....

Come to me thy love~

in the twilight hour...

let us sing silent songs with our tongues, sharing

entincing kisses~from your velvet lips~to mines

Stay and watch the sunrise ~

paint the hues of amber,

sprinkled with a hint of periwinkle~

above the crashing waves of Lake Shore Drive...

Hold me close,

softly, tender, but strong~

molding our warmth in your masculinity...

Our hearts beating  as one,

my fragrance becoming your oxygen,

as your frankicense becoming mines~

with you...and..

only you...

is where my

heart resides.

Stroll along the blue green waters 

your hands entwined with mines~

our voices being  

one another's music

inspiring poetry in motion~

moving with God's essence ~

as the birds sings...

Our chemistry plays the melodies~

concertedly~

we will be the romance

today's youth

only view, in ole skool

films.

Come with me~

travel within

my eyes~

be a man bold as Moses...

peek beyond my chestnut brown eyes...

where my pupils are the treasures to a 

angelic soul~

traveling through this wicked world,

by faith

and magnifying the Lord's angels,

whom sing to me in his presence.

I'll share a glimpse~

of a euphoric acquaintance, 

your mind shall promise to repeatedly

retreat to.

I want to bathe~ in

lavender &  aloe...

your

skin against

my

skin...

My butter pecan temple welcoming your

carmel coated limbs,

wrapped around my lower body 

as we float...

mesmerized in the dishabille adornment

of a passionate love's afterglow.

I'll be your Queen,

King...

Standing fearless & elegant

I'll be your armor against dark moons & gray skies~

The remedy to your doubts,

when the world's critic fall short

to raise their glasses,

missing a great opportunity to 

salute your crown. 

My prayers will release power of 

Esther, Sara, Ruth & Mary

sacred and intangible strength~

Always moving forward~

mapquested by biblical scriptures

journeying world wide in God's love,

evolving on amour's note~.

Come with thee thy love~

You are MY King,

I surrender to you solely...

I thank you for your forebearance~

The heavens have given me confirmation

you were customized for my rib...

It is in your diligence,

your posture aligns with the many characteristics of a 

God fearing man...

My gift of discernment 

endorses~as we

kneel...in the very precious~

seconds...

minutes...

moments...

hours...

days...and nights...

where romance concedes~

what you've confessed all the while,

whispering in my ears~

sweet truth & stimulating creativity

praising my beauty ~

externally and internally 

day in and day out~

challenging my mental,

stimulatinng one another respectfully,

bowing down...

humbly~

in

OUR

monarchical

Love.

By: Jacqueline Silva Gibson(Silva Poetica)  ( South Africa )

photo credits ; www.smashingmagazine.com

A love with so much doubt...

She loves with doubt,
not sure of what to expect,
she tries to trust,
but,
all he cares about is,his lust,

funny how he claims its true love,
he tells me we are meant to last,
he claims I am, "the love of his life",
I love,
but,
just like she loves,
                                                                                    I love with doubt....

By  Sarah Suwilanji   Sichilongo ( Zambia )

artwork source: www.coolchaser.com

Letter to the most High!

Dear God..

I am utterly disappointed in your logic and sense..
I have failed dismally to look beyond everything that I have, that I had and maybe yet to have..

Just how do you explain yourself to that woman who suffers day in and out?
How do you explain yourself to that 6months old baby dying of cancer your reasons for letting her suffer?
What about that woman that has suffered day in and out for her family, used and abused what do you say to her, till this day she carries the burdens to and fro..
She prays and declares you the greatest and puts you before and after everything she does..what do you have for her? How long must she suffer huh?

What do you say to that 23 year old who has a dream, a passion, a talent when all his plans are in vain..
Day in and out he prays..he fasts..he reads the bible but nothing happens, he has endured a lot, fought a lot of battles why are you so blind to him?..
That hungry soul who dreams of a better life and goes nowhere..
That young girl who is in varsity but failing even though she gives it her all..
That intelligent lady who has passed with distinctions but can't get in cause she's poor?

The wars? Those children raped and infected by diseases by their fathers and brothers..
Some left to die after being decapitated..
How do you comfort that little boy who just got raped by his step father and that other day his uncle friend raped him too, he cried and prayed what did you do? Why did it happen again when he prayed for it? ..
That one month baby who got raped this morning in an attempt to cure AIDS what's that about?
What exactly are your reasons for this? ..

Where are you when this young lady is called a barren, beaten up by her husband because she can't carry any babies long term.. Miscarriage after the other..her in-laws hate her and yet she still praises you.
What about that woman who's womb got taken out when she really wants her biological child? What are you going to do for her?

Help me understand here..
How do you do it?
How can some have it all and yet some have nothing at all..
No air.. No food..no nothing..
Why? What are you trying to say?
Some has it rough and their pain and suffering is never justified and some have it all, they do not know how tough life can be..
They are born with a silver spoon..
All is great to them..
Life is just a big adventure..

Blue cheese and croissants this morning with a never ending choice of what to eat..
Water, dirty water which isn't even safe to drink, you drink it you die..
The logic behind this is???
Fancy schools, cars, houses..
When others live on the streets..
Seasons change and their fate remains the same..why?
They still pray too..ten years down the line nothing's changed..

Make me understand how do you work..
How are we equal in your eyes..
That woman and man who was stoned to death because they are homosexuals..
That girl who died having a backstreet abortion..
All of this care to tell me what is it about?
That poor child who's mother is dying, who will look after her?
That disabled girl/boy with dreams and hopes and wishes? How will you help her? Are you just going to leave it? The unsung songs? Huh?

Who get's blessed by you and who gets cursed?
Who's in your favour and what do they need to do because we both know those filthy staggering rich people some of them careless about you..
We would all like to think it isn't about money, riches but we all know it boils down to whose pockets are deeper..why? Why are some deeper than the others?
And here we are day in and out pushing and praising you.. And what have we got?

Heartaches..
Disappointments..
Endless wars.
Unfulfilled dreams..
Empty souls..
Homeless..
Raped..
Diseases..
But why? Shed some light.
You gave us inquiring minds therefore these are my enquiries no disrespect meant..
No love lost..
But just the questions..these raw heart wrenching questions?
Why? What is your logic behind all this?
In the end who wins? Who loses? Who cries? Who smiles? And why?
Those that hurt and are poor why them?
Those that are rich and happy why also?
Your logic..why?

By Thuthula Sodumo  ( South Africa ) 

Artwork credits:  www.holyebony.blogspot.com

Our lost past

There was a time when our friendship used to mean something
that time stands forever locked in my heart
because you were my friend.

Now time has drifted us apart
torn by the merciless tentacles of this life
distant horizons
erstwhile closest buddies.

There is a time when I wish to see you
there are moments that I long to hear your voice
there are instances I wish to hold you close
to bask in the glow of your embrace
to be that person who mattered.

Now the time has gone
leaving empty footprints
embedded in the realms of a lost past
a shattered dream
a friendship betrayed

Now the memories refuse to fade
vivid they are
unwavering in their content
making me wish
if time could be made to stand.

Lamenting over spilt milk will not help
brooding over it will hurt more
 I wish I could, for a moment,
understand why things changed
to bring us to this a phase
where it hurts
to think that I once loved you.

By Pardon Gwara ( Zimbawe )

photo credits : www.nollywoodgossip.net

An Avatar's Cry

Darkness. I was the first to arrive. Any blind, deaf and dumb archeologist will attest to that fact. In the middle of all the chaos and trials of my times, I have survived.

Due to the continental drift, however, my dear bright brother and I found ourselves separated. Fate would have him sent North, East and West, to the lands of greener white pastures. Evolution would take over, take its toll, and while mine allegedly stunted, he tells me his development took giant leaps.

For the most part, I am always proud of this darkness. Like the heavy black clouds in the sky suggesting enriching rains to the highlander, I promise the grandeur of generations. At least I believe so, yet find myself questioning this ideal ever so oft. He has compared me to the ape, my complexion to all that is sinister...the black hole of Calcutta, black magic, the black plague, Black Maria...everything that is impure.

To further his conquistador's interests in the Industrial revolution, he came back for me. Captured me. Required, nay, forced me to work to death. A slave, my race exterminated, borne down to the very bone. Black history, thus, is littered with dark histories of bloody murder.

His superior weaponry condemned me to No Man's Land; still I bore it bravely. Despite the tribulations. Truth be told it was less a question of courage, and more one of a resistance thence proven futile.

My little infant, my homeland, was thus plunged into a cycle of irrevocable disorder, her naivety lost in the brothel whose twilight girls still linger distinctly to this day.

At the risk of losing all our camaraderie - or lack thereof - I fight his abuse by means necessary to restore my dignity. Despite my having been traumatized by past experience, he and brothers red and yellow - an old order despite the new black president - seem determined to sit back and watch me writhe in painful oblivion. Matter-of-factly, they aid and abet that vicious circle.

His discrimination, his oppressions, have proven augmentative, rising from strength to strength as he pursues the 'greater good'. He continues to defile my land, the virgin lands of mother Africa, little exposed to the evils of his world. Violated! Corrupted! Abused! Leaving me estranged, delicate to a fault, my heart full of avid malice; no wonder the shame abides, the scandals, the burning rubber and roast smell of death...will I ever rid myself of this pungency?

Master of my own destiny, he teases me. Really? Living in cardboard houses? A tattered existence, barely managing a dollar a day? Really? Am the jack of all trades, the gross drawn you can barely stand, a slave to the poor control of my Master destiny.

The fact however remains that I am the thumb, the human race the hand. Sure am farther away from him, them. But without me that hand can never be truly self-sufficient. At least, he claims, I am free. Free to forever be indebted to him to the nape of my neck. Released from the franchise and into a world that barely makes third best in a crowd of three.

Let's see what tomorrow reserves for me, me and my resources both natural and unexpected. Untested. Who am I? Haven't you seen me before? Killed me dare I add? Of course you know you have, dear brother. My noble face is hardly peculiar to you. For I am the departed man, the prodigal son, the infamous man...the black man.

By  Fred Wambugu Maina  ( Kenya )

photo credits; artwork  "Love Cocoon"  by Wiz Kudowor.