Stranger

I don’t recognise the person staring back at me
yes, we have the some similarities
I mean she has my eyes, nose and everything else
but I don’t know her
I don’t know how she feels.
Her eyes tell a story, different to mine
They talk about a pain, different to mine.
Her face has bumps that are quite different to mine.
That’s when I realised something, the girl looking back at me didn’t hide her pain like I did. She embraced it. She fought with all she had and she was not scared to show off her scars because she was proud of where she was coming from.

times two

Malice you are,represented by deception,a snake in my heart,infecting my reflection.
Falling like a star,you feed me more direction,to the darkest part,of your hollow heart’s perfection.
“”You are no more than hollow thoughts that float about in thunder cloud””
“”You are the scar I wear and prance about and shout out load””
“”You are the decay that plagues my heart you colour dark””
“”You are the parasite inside my blood that makes me rot””
“”You are by far the most sinister I’ve ever begot””
So zealous you are,presenting misconception,a snake that you are,escapping from the eden.
The fallen that you are,in promise you entice me,to your devious despair,you’re bound in hiding
“”I cry the tears of years that you forced down on to me””
“”I have a heart filled with discart for you and all you are””
“”I face the pain with arms open in sweet emmbrace and hate””
“So jealous,overzealous in deception”
“Incorporate and guiding misdirection”
“In your sacrament you elope and bathe”
“Through rejectioon we disband and are prone to wave”
“In molecule we’re all just a Jack of spade”
You force upon what you call respect,but respect the ones you so forget,
Respect is earned by respect,the day we met I so regret!
Maybe you can see my pain,maybe you are the one not sane?
Please loosen around my aching neck your tightly forced upon corset,
The days are dark~filled with regret,I wallow deep inside your head,
I burn the bed where you laid your head and sell your soul to fit the dead.

morning

Morning sunshine
Day of smile
Filled with love
Joys of the world
To make the changes
In the streets
To hustle and push life

Welcoming a new day
With hustling honesty
Happiness written in different faces
Underneath filled with saddness

Life aint easy
Not all the morning are filled with joy
Rather painful moments written in faces
with forceful smiles
Warmth faded
just plain sadness

Morning filled with rays of warmth
Either joy nor pain
Smile or sadness
Happiness of the day
stained with tears of dull moments

Part of life and the journey
Around the sun
The day is made into mornings and tomorrows
Yesterday is gone
no pasts just new day
New plans that starts
When the morning blossoms.
#Ntabie

The savvannah tree

How long have you been there?
How many generations have you perceived and
how many lives have you come across?
Hope you have also realized how wicked this world is.

Our leaders are not driving us to the promised land, instead they are leading us to the world of their own fulfilments
The world of hatred and sorrow

please tell me if you know something
tell us what to do cause we have failed on our own

I think if you could speak you were going to lead the world with good manners
great wisdom was going to be taken from you, for you have seen all the things that the world lacks.
Are you even listening to every word I am saying?

Mother Africa

Africa, great mother of al, where omega be the first and the walls of Jherico falls. A continent so diverse, oft tongue oft skin oft race, graceland to the king as the dying hope for grace. Mother Africa, most sinister love you give, as suffering still comerce in the well we all still wish.You humor the sick to be so strong, you fool those in praise as death still reap reality and lead to a lamenting song. O Africa, o mother to all, hear the homeless suffer and hear the hungry call, see the poor in dispair and jest the way they crawl, look as nations tumbeling a down the hill they fall. O mother land, so dry is the sand we stand on, burning our footprints and scorching our shadows for so long. O mother Africa, where do we belong? why must we be slaves to a system rightfully wrong? Africa, o mother of a greater need, oft wicked ways where evil never sleep, where terror suffer insonia and pain still roam the street, why do we have to suffer, is a lover on our need? Why do we have to speak with hate and violence and harm one another to bleed? Why can’t we live and be? instead of shelter away and dispose of the masks we see, why be so robotically? and rather live life free, to be who we are, truly are and not pretend to be, not like,whereas a tale oft fable and oft weak, no tale of struggles in our streets or dying of the young,but more the history of a nation as one, a path walked and not just sung. O mother Africa, mother land to all, unite us as a nation before we all will fall, let us stand united, mother, hear my call!!!!!

World Better Blind

Is this world not better blind? A darkened place where there be no colour left to find, where we are unable to judge by face or skin, would this not end all the damned wars and hates that race and creed did begin?

Forget what my fathers did for yours have done as much. Say not that you deserve nor use history as your crutch. Stand upon your own two feet and meet the day with pride, the time is done when behind bygones you might hide.

Raise your own voice and see with your own eyes. Sever now all the past and its pointless ties. I have wrought no harm upon you so cease your empty lies.
When the world be dumb and blind, that be the day when hatred dies.

You kept me waiting

Waiting alone at the bus stop wondering when are you going to show up
Counting all the fallen leaves and comparing those incidentally standing in pairs as you and I
Breeze so strong to carry a new born baby from the bottom to the top of the khalifa tower
Listening to the sound of cars fleeting by and taxis hooting for those who are ready for job, as those who work close by were walking in groups exchanging amusing moments they had
Students looking pleasant in their uniforms playing around as they usually do and fade away after some few seconds

I was still waiting
Patiently waiting for the one who promised to appear and fetch me
The one I thought is muscular enough to be lifted by me while she carries the world and claim triumph
I was still waiting
Waiting to see her smile next to me

The Lion

Lion of the greenest eyes,
Lay thee within the earth or o’er us in glittering starry skies?

Whither does thy roar resound that great men seek, yet none hath found?

Thy mane of glittering, taunting gold, an’ pelt of silver that neigh perfection doth enfold.

Mercury runs from thy fanged maw, to call, a trail, a path to draw.

Out from dust and unto the sun an’ by the circle moon tis begun.

Whither now? Which the way?

Onward and unto perfection, so tempting the soul’s defection.

Slumber yet, great and lordly host, thy touch is yet unsuited for all and most.

Song for a Lady

I see you there, I see you clear
What have I to love but you my darling dear?

Your empty mask, your hard set eyes, your raven cloak so full of lies.
Your barest whisper a gale wind’s force, I hear you coming astride the reaper’s moonwhite horse.
Your sharpened blade upon my skin, your mask is blank but i feel your grin.

I hold the power of all the world yet it crumbles before what you’ve unfurled.
A tapestry of wit and spite, glittering with all of your mesmeric might.

The granite stones set within my hardest bones shatter as you move before my gaze, binding me for all my living days.

The endless waters of
my eternity dry to dust even as I fear that you will leave me with your mocking waves, mad with lust.

The air within my lungs turns to blackest smoke as I hear you laugh and my frail form chokes an’ my cheeks remember your unkind strokes.

The fires in the secret chamber of my heart are quenched before our fated battle can even start, your every rebuke still fresh and smart.

The strength of my spirit is naught but feed unto the crows as the truth of my denied humanity finally shows.

Know me for I know you well, as I have labored under your yoke and dredged you up from burning hell.

I hate you and love you oh so well, you crush me and raise me to heaven’s tolling bells.

I know your name my darling dear, I know it well tis writ upon the blade that ever my heart hath speared.

Your name my lady, is Fear.

Older

There is beauty in getting older
we become so much bolder
free to be yourself
wisdom is now your wealth

courage …yourself to express
to age is to be blest
trying all things new
like a tree u grew

no need for acceptance
by those in your presence
dont succumb to views of old age
embrace in life this new stage