BEAUTY BETRAYED

BEAUTY BETRAYED...

Lightning struck out!

Her body was shivering, shaking, clinging!!

Teeth momentarily clenching, desperately holding her life!!!

Tears rolled unheeded down her cheeks in the rain; unnoticed!!!!

Like a bespelled being, resolute was her stride,

Her heart ached, pain pumped in her bloodstream,

In her, the art of trust had worn out; it had outlived its purpose

No more did her cheeks blush to the sound of compliments,

Nor did manly figures, her heart make beat anymore!

It was a wild freedom she felt. A dark self-conviction.

A purpose to lead her life no more with males.

They had betrayed her.

Not once had she given herself to them; but many a time,

Always hoping, patiently praying, pleading…

Now it was a new day. Born from darkness, her light glistened!

Cupid had lost one more worthy soul

A heart too shattered to love had risen

She had vengeance in her eyes-for her years wasted,

Bitterness in her tongue-for words deceitfully used on her

Suspicion in every breath-for a trust recurrently betrayed!

Men had killed her, but she had resisted

Like evolved specie, she towered,

Even to the loyal, the well-intentioned, and the truthful;

Her heart had built a dark impenetrable defense.

She was gone, yet alive!

She was a betrayed beauty…..

MY ENVY

MY ENVY…

It is the beauty that I have always envied,

The back seat do I often take,

Taking in that harmony of the soothing guitar,

Why can’t I play that? I wonder, I wish I was that good…

Am still getting used to this fact,

Yet with no cue, the saxophonist’s sweet pierce of sound disrupts my thought…

It plays on and on and on and on and on…

This is heavenly I must admit…. Why is it only them to play,

 I bet they are not even human…. If I can’t do that, then who can,

Unless of course ordained in heaven….

I stare from my habitual spot,

And they sport their art like exhaustion does not exist, 

And tears roll unheeded from my eyes…

Why are they so good?

I know I belong with them;

 the art of harmony could be my trade too

That one, they call Maurice, he sings

I sip on my drink, watching, taking in, absorbing…envying…

I will find my way to where he stands, not like him maybe,

Not like many other brothers and lovers of the trade maybe,

 But I will be there, professing a similar creed,

The poetic beauty that burns my bosom…

I shall quench that thirst…envy no more, 

and be an envy of another like me

And then you will smile, 

stand in ovation, weep or thank deity for me too

While others may not… 

but I care more for the fact that I will be living that that I dream

And my thirst will be quenched….

hmmm ahhh it sure will feel like heaven…

No more shall i envy......

CAMPUS ALBUM(MODEST VERSION)

It's the album philosophy they say

That the cuter the vessel, the emptier the essence.

I would always find it hard to believe,

That a beauty would be regarded so,

Yet there wouldn't be a smoke without a fire…

I would not consider anyone dumb basing on countenance

But am not the campus album

I am not history, and neither did I deduce so…

All species have an element of mental discrepancies

Beauty or not, mental inferiority cares not …I think

But the album will always disagree with me..

Maybe it is partly true

Maybe its just stereotypical

Or just a man's way of getting back to feminine beauty

Especially that intimidatingly attractive…

But the theory has always been there

And not once have I seen cuties that are dumb,

But not all of them….

It’s just a little loose end in the album deduction maybe

That the cute ones are often mentally inferior…

Or the theory may have never had a real founding

I await a stunningly Gorgeous Campuser to back my doubts

If none does so…then I might as well accept the theory….

THE LEEH(EASY LOVE)

she dresses nice,
smells alluring
her speech smooth and state of the art
 she beats the Indian spice

indeed she is that which you dream of in the dead of the night
your every fantasy, your drug
to behold her , hear her, is to fall for her.

beneath that beauty, lies a monetary desire,
an aim to fleece off the little blood you have.
that which you may never see...

thirty minutes  into knowing her,
you realize she has ulcers,
is thirsty, of has a problem
you will have to buy the drink, food,
or be kind enough to contribute to solving the problem.
but you are not alone.....
 her trade is to LEECH

many a man have heard her story....
not less than one has been fleeced on
and you just add to the specimens in  her laboratory.

love is a word she will use to arouse your ego
she will hold you, even allow you....
'KILL THE RATS '
but its all an act.
she seeks the money....

be deceived not...
the real woman still plays hard to get.
the leech is easy prey...that preys on you...
BE WARE OF THE LEECH....

........TO BE CONTINUED...

A BIZZARE UNEXPLAINED SENTIMENT.

There is that moment in life when you have a bad feeling about yourself, and yet you cannot exactly place a finger on the source of this sentiment. The problems that there are in your life can definitely not be the source of this because those have always been there and you have quite developed a code that helps you live with them in a co existent harmony.  It is bizarre how one incident in the day can be a great contributor to a vacuum and thirst in the heart and soul that you can’t quite figure out how to fill. The worst part is that you are unable to source this moment. Sometimes I think it is the way our subconscious reacts to our action excesses in our lives especially when we can’t realize them or be able to act otherwise and avert this event.

This may seem like an empty rant that makes hardly any sense to anyone who has not experienced this before, but for those who have, it is more like a Déjà vu . You want to make the situation right and yet you know not what it is… well, on the brighter side though, it eventually fades and normality kicks in again, until there is another inexplicable incident that has a way of merging with the previous one and then the accumulated sentiment could overwhelm your conscience. It becomes a whole lot easier when you have someone to talk to and they are willing to listen to your rant. This venting out usually helps one feel better and the steam eventually cools of and you feel so relieved and whole again.

I try listening to music with the piercing and soothing sound of the saxophone. Sometimes it helps me feel better although some other times, it is just a contributor to a higher sorrow. It could work to rub that darkness that you possess into your face, and then the episode of guilt goes on. It could be a past or present event that gives rise to this, but for one to be sure, you have to have a real moment of reflection , and through that, you may end  up having the ability to go through that journal of your life  and maybe find that one thing that subconsciously breeds the dissatisfaction that you have in your life and then you can find a way to live  with it or even evaluate it and then go on with a resolve of a better life then you can feel a   whole lot better about your life and yourself. It is a gradual healing.

Next is prayer. There are times when the concept of prayer in itself is enough to make one feel healed and better. If there is a genuine intention to communicate with a higher being, one can feel a whole lot better.  From my perspective, the genuine intent for prayer is a high prayer in itself. Not that it is as good as a genuine prayer itself, but I feel it is close. It is better than a prayer not well intentioned or that without real solemnity in it.

Well, on that day, I did not just leave my feeling to the comfort of the prospect of prayer. Luckily, it was Ash Wednesday. A day that marked the beginning of the Lenten period in the catholic calendar. Attending mass that morning was something that was unequaled. I actually was absolutely healed from this bad feeling about myself and then a ray of optimism was also peeking through my heart. It later became a nice day for me.

This basically leads to the conclusion that life indeed can and always offers the rarest of banquets to humanity. For one to say that there isn’t even a trace of sentiment in them is a delusional way of seeking comfort.  And it often does not last long enough. It’s like a mirage; it is a continuous hope for that peak of perfection that seems to keep moving as long as you remain in that desert of reality.

SWIFT IS LIFE

So deluded are we in modernity and selfish ambitions that we live in a spiritual affinity with our God. This so seducing sentiments leaves fascination in our eyes to that extent of putting Deity in disrepute....... seek the lord and he will sanctify your every thought and action until that time when your body will be ablaze with holy purity and your one desire is for god. He who created you in holiness and is indeed praiseworthy. Discernment is not in mind or eye..... It is an intuition.

Mourn not, humanity,
life is but a moment
when merry we must make,
before we expire in death.

Laugh not, people,
for life is a serious journey
in which we justify an unknown destiny;
heaven or hell...

we interact with the universe
inhale its gentle breath,
and feed from her tranquil mercy,
until we retire to its bowels.

Many a number die,
naturally and with premeditated malice,

life is a treasure most ineffable,
whose worth is unimaginable
yet passes like a wind.
Harness it..... So swift is life.

He who is in you (GOD) is greater than he who is in the world...

EASTER TIME.

We walked. The 2013 way of the cross

Following a piece of wood
The sun emitted more heat today,
And earth breathed dust.
But we walked.
A walk of blood and agony.

Sweetly did hunger play in our stomachs
And arrogantly did thirst dry our throats.
We followed an ideal
Like many did 1980 years ago
Our woes we put forth to it
Trusting the cross.
It was a Friday.
He we followed died. He was killed.
JESUS!!!

Three days later,
We celebrated. Our aims proved handy
We ate, compensating for the starving
He rose, he is risen,
Our burdens are cleansed,
Our faith established.
It is Easter time.

2009 TO SCIENCE

A praise to science..

Science the new instrument,

Such an ineffable phenomena,

Seeking energy from nature,

In wood, water the sun…

And devises mechanisms to be run by that power

How prescient.

Solutions so feasible arise from thee;

The fertility of infertility

Cure of diseases so numerous and weird,

Clothing, shelter and tools for us are ascribed to thee. Alas

Economic and political records are made intelligible,

consequences of our activities are understood

all from scientific experiment , observation and deduction,

then why not credit this paragon?

For she is useful to in these throes of development

What other  force or charm  can classify organisms?

Lay groundwork to ecology

And make the world this salubrious?

If not for the  zoologist, ecologist chemist physicist or biologist?

It is conspicuous that they use science, just science.

Yes science is essential , and for us all,

It organizes the world systematically,

Solves the problem that we instigate

For indeed it is a repository of life

Yet always a new instrument, always useful.