Smitten Words Chorus

Photo by Daian Gan

Ensnared in painting hearts

emancipated to beg for more

cupid's arm-strong entrapped

Galloping feeling to hold steady

he was gone at first hello.

Taken for a ride in her gaze

words embox in the soul 

deeply felt in a speech impediment

Her presence struck through

wrecking a nerve

As his tongue stayed glued in his mouth.

Afraid of sunshine to endorse his heart

so, opted for the petal, to decipher his fate

Tearing the garden in unsatisfactory outcomes

He wished his luck to turn

But her beauty had him chasing for the hills.

Veins of Art

Photo by Gift Mutsonziwa

To those of us who splash words on paper

Who fears the stroke of the brush

As they paint what we hide & fear the most

Seeing the ink dry to cast a spell.

Before the world devours our soul

Vowed in syllables of fueling feelings construct

That keep chasing after our smiles

Yet with our tears, we paint art perfect.

So, we stand disallowed 

Scrubbing fear on canvas

Just to resale our grief

Molded into a rainbow bowtie

Excogitated to mean well.

Tell Me You Do!

In a daring move of falling! 

I blog my truth in all shades

Flirting with pain

Hoping to discard the timer

Though disbarred from standing tall.

I till the ground hoping to find a truce stand.

Yet the ground shrinks before my feet,

Jilted with a void to stump on.

I break my vow

& whisper my shame.

Background alluding to tears!

I water the garden hoping to pluck a flower,

Tearing parts of me in a nursery rhyme

Trumpets pulling Olympics on the shed

As my voice gets lost in the humming of birds.

Daring to snatch the last of me.

So, I wait at the shed of time

Hoping to see Solace's coat undone

& discover the last of me.

Not in shades of grief

But in the bliss of heaven's haven.

Moments

pexel

So, the last time we danced,

We prayed for the shadows to veil our fate.

Lost between the binder's of fairies & cupid dices

Deemed the soulmate venality.

Where we were once one,

Thrown at the feet of time

Never shy to declare what was,

But wasn't for the moment.

Tied to the rubric chances

Burnt as a remission offering

At the ego alter.

Denying the truth that held the air.

We were meant to be,

Nested in the sunset warmth,

Cuddled in dawning cold.

Sung, somewhere in forever binders.

Strangely perused by strangers perish.

Rhythmic Dust of Joy

Picture from Pinterest 

Upon the sterling rhythmic dialect sway

The thundering drumming smoke

Lost in between chants & the ground scent

Rich in melodies of wisdom

Pulling feet to dent the sky

Imprinted upon Savannah nights

Highlighted upon the sweaty moon

Mind tatted.

Hips tarted

Body shamefully forgetting time

Driven astray by clouding dust

Settled in sobering sound

Traditions intoxicating with joy

We found ourselves in a fix

Cradle of creation cuddled

Discovered between the pitching notes.

"Chamatengeru" on an insanity play

While "Jikinya" warms up ready to insert "Jerusalema"

"Jiti" begging to whistle the night away

Enriched with body sway sweat

Into blooming gardens of hope

We were all entangled in the past

Mind lost in Haven passion possessed

Dicing a slice of heaven kissed by the moment.

Runaway Culture

Say a little to save face

Dashing into the realms of hopeless beginning

We chased the wind hoping to find feet

Reducted in words, spilled amidst savanna dreams

Rinsed off the past

Crowned of the new norms

A hand to ask.

Lost between the dotted lines of the screen

We found love at the peripheral time

Called for a response, out of respect

Undressed in seconds

Our ways blown in seconds

We became the ghost town of self-respect.

A dollar to pursue

We yoke kids from infancy

Watching time to reward the handwork of the old

Dangling flesh to be a call for salvation

Yet in reality,

What was to build Mansions

have become a conglomerate of hopeless reality.

Wedding words into meaningless utterances

As "I love you!"

Now stands as the base for persecution

Blood soaking culture

To deflower what raises us to be.

Stealing hearts at face value

we have become a generation of X's.

Rooted Fire

 

we used to tango, to the rhythm of the fire.

Staring at stars painting our tomorrow

engrossed in a tale to calm the dust

evident on our heals

Held high in morale class

pitched by the chuckling charcoal.

Grandma oozing a fountain of wisdom

veiled in a tell-a-tale contest

brushed over some days by a rabbit

while other days by a baboon

on a tortoise shell to grey

covered in shadows of truth.

Whispered in a cause for Ubuntu

Devoured in the hands of imagination

we engulfed all that the winds blew

Reflecting on all unspoken spoken treasure

Straight into dicing of our fabric

To stitch back together our morale regalia.

Chiseling out social decay

Grandpa reinforcing tales with forged personal revelations

Roasting time to wind down

into social relationship weaving

Uniting all to the roots that sprouted all the branches.

Held in "once upon a time!"

Before the end send heads spinning 

Decoding encrypted wording in haste

To refurbish personal norms

To stand the trail of a village

Upon the encoded expectations.