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Wild Flower in my abased garden

There is a flower in my garden, oh so bright and beautiful , how it grew and grows rooted in my garden I cannot say

For morning came and there it was , days gone by and many rains fell upon that glowing and growing treasure

28 drops of pure water and many sunshine kisses , but who can tell me how such a majestic and radiant flower came to be in my humble garden of old

For I neither nor did anything great or splendid , for I see many flower have been planted in my garden, a little sassy here and there but non remained but faded by storms and rain

Oh little flower where do you come from and where is your real home, I read and seek long and hard but non can explain your mysterious wonder and beauty

For you are like a rose so captivating and arousing in nature wild and unique

oh so sharp and witty to the core of your character display your craftiness and making true love for one purpose only

like a rose in every way nor rain nor storms have plucked you from my ground, strong and stable you have been

Also true to your embraces you proclaim, so soft and loyal, so gentle and sensitive to the touch, who can share with me about the secret of your birth

Oh wait my dear one, steady my heart for I hear a whisper in the wind sharing with me about your captivating beauty that which I firmly behold in my sight, was not planted by human hands nor by any created thing

For out of heaven a voice a breath of a mighty wind came forth and spoke your majestic shape and heart into being

Oh my dear wild thing of nature your all natural and good for the Saul of one man only

Now I understand for a precious gift from God has been given to a beggar that works and labor in the garden of haven.

by
Simeon B.T
I have found my resting place in your arms
Of mercy and grace
I have found my joy in your heart of beauty and peace

Butterflies -falling inlove

The larvae in my stomach aren’t for show
They crawl around inside and cacoon
They hide away, and always say no
They’re intimate with your bright eyed swoon

They know about your charm
My stomach muscles clench from fear
My unhatched butterflies feel you bring harm
And they don’t want to lapse with you near

They cower from your mist and guile
Who knows what’s behind your intent
Yet they feel a flutter with just your smile
And I long to feel content

I wrap my arms in close
And claim confinement rather than joy
I’ve brought along my shovel I suppose
To bury these feelings for a boy

A love I see in your warm soft eyes
Frightened, a cause shakes in me
I erupt and melt and turn into butterflies
And keep the flutter from flying free

Too much to lose,
My ripples of doubt condense
You smile and my heart you confuse
And I lower and drop my fence

The sleep I’ve been in tires
And I awake and suddenly feel
Yet my cacoon hardens and expires
Still beauty sprouts from something real

Like a leaf in autumn’s breeze
Falls swiftly without pre-empt
My cacoon lays in freeze
To be awoken by a sweet attempt

The tiny tickles in my stomach grow
My cacoon no longer an excuse to stay inside
My future stuck around and took it slow
And shared himself while I decided to hide

A conclusion most minds will debate
Because it’s not too common to see
I’ve fallen inlove with more than my fate
And he’s brought out the butterflies in me

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.

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

That night

Always knew that I am a conqueror
I just never thought I could conquer many things as I did tonight
I was everybody’s hero
children were shocked while adults were occupied by anger and hostility
Nevertheless, as for me, it was the best night ever
A night of fulfillment’s and honor

That night I took all of my belongings and used them wisely
I did not mind spending and loosing
They called me the bad man while others called me superman
Everything I wore was scarlet and
All the memories I left behind was indelible

Believe me when I tell you about that night
cause I am the one who was in charge of everything
The world seemed to be on my side and
perfection is what I was living

That night I went to bed with a pure heart and smiles on my face
I slept like a new born baby with a mock in his mouth.
In the morning when I wake up, I expected to be tired
However, I was as smooth as a person who never did anything
Everything I had diminished like water in a form of vapor
Moreover, the world was ordinary as it always where.
What a wonderful dream!

Feelings

It took me a day to know you, but a decade to know you from the inside.
It took me a minute to fool you, but a lifetime to love you.
Though I may forget about you for a second, its nothing compared to how I feel about you for hours.
Your pleasant, appealing appearance makes my world much brighter and my days much easier.
I played with your heart a thousand times, broke your trust a million times but still you showed me more million ways to love you.
In you did I not only find my being but also my well being and if I were to be kicked from home, your heart would be the first place I’d think of cause that’s where it feels like home too.
Your place in my heart is like the greatest star of all heaven, it does not move across the sky like all the other stars do, it blinks much faster and shines much brighter than all the other stars, just like your place in my heart.
I thought I loved you but I lied cause at first it was just love at first sigh.
I love you without knowing how, when or where.
I love you simply without pride but with passion.
I love you not for what you have but for who you are and made me.
And if I were to lose my memory, I’d still know that I have loved you with all my heart and that has always been enough for me.

salt

I’ve slept on salty ocean floors,Had serpents tread on my bare feet….plucked thorns from my spine,I’ll get over you too.

Passing Meadows

The trees are green and bubbling outside
They look so luscious and full of life;
But all i do is sit at my window
And look over passing meadows.

The wind is blowing but very subtly
Creasing the waters along so gently;
But all i do is sit at my window
And look over passing meadows.

Way up in the sky, beauty is what I see
Cotton wool animals floating so free;
But all i do is sit at my window
And look over passing meadows.

If I had one wish, and one wish only
It would be to dwell in the heavenlies
On the earth below and just make my mark;
If only I could walk!

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