IT NEVER IS A SAD TALE

once it were of nights beside the blazing woods,
picked upon a setting suns' warn,
happy feet and toes that did tickle,
to the drums from falling palms,
and it was merry,
among the thatched roofs,
that lay beneath these weeping hills,
that lay lifeless,
been stripped of all life,

they took the women,
said they were round and fat,
good to warm their nights away,
their tods they smashed upon unconditioned earth,
and left for the dogs and mags that rot take,
and off they sailed to make merry,

the men i heard them say,
were oxen for their field,
cotton and sisal would never fade,
a black man to till can,

bare chest,
bare breast,
leash upon a neck,
a chain run to the next,
they went,


now darkness falls,
only owls and crows be home,
not a fire,
not a soul,
even the sick dog ran off,

a society raped,

tell me a tale,
that ain't ever sad,
tell me a story that ain't ever so,
and i shall say it never was,

GONE WITH THE WIND

Here I was a son of the dead,

A breed of fate,

Castaway,

Born of hate,

Bred of the state,

Of pain I know,

To it I laugh,

Devoid of happy days,

A taxed smile,

Cursed to the miles,

A carriage of a soul torn,

A walk so long,

Soles too be worn,

I scream to the blazing sun,

Pray to the blistering earth,

To many two be apart,

Yet to this misery be parties,

Now the wind comes,

Screeching across the barren lands,

Pellets of sand she gun I with,

In death I still seek her dance,

To feel the merry of her crushing swirls,

As she devour this flesh,

And blow it to the gaping seas,

This blood that drip I beg,

To drain into the roaring streams,

Let them drink of pain that was,

And soak in a flesh drowned,

But these bones,

In silent moans hide,

Beneath the dunes that many you have,

For such be a tomb,

For we, sons of the dead

THE LAST THOUGHT

much than the less i talk,

much than the less i see,

a jab for the rib,

a shade for the eye,

yet none much has ever brought it up,

it never was for the pennies,

nor for the few cents that dangled around,

it was never for the beauty,

nor the free falling hair that adorned her pretty head ,

yet as i see,

and as the thoughts tell,

much in the heart had told a tale,

merry merry be me,

a lie i sang all alone,

for beauty and the priest had much in common,

as the beast in a fairy never read to i,

not every winged creature is an angel,

i think i learnt,

so was the last thought,

i put it down like i remember,

a loving heart,

same as a boiling pot,

much do share,

@skillz

MOTHER (FAITH NGURE)

I just want to let you know

what is on my mind you know You are one of a kind

In my heart there's a special place

where all your love lives

Everything's in a special case

All my love to you I give

Of good personality they tell me

I am my mum I tell them

It hurts to see you hurt

Makes my ambitions grow fat

 I can see it in your frown

But BEAUTIFUL-is how you were drawn

And now we-a fine piece of art.

When late at night you are asleep in bed,

and I am still awake

Visions sink deep in my bed

...With my hands I'll make

and dry your lonesome tear

If I could, I'd stop your unwanted rain

....with your blessings,I know we are near

See,no words can explain how I feel

I could never thank you enough

For the love and pain you've had

A  lioness when fatalities and adversities strike,

A friend when I deserve none at all,

A drug I take when I need to think,

The smile I wear when I think of love

In small ways, you do great things.

    You are my mother,

    When I am a mother,

    I want to be just like you

    I could never ask for more

    For you are more,

    Than just a mother!

Your's loving and no.1 fan

Mumbi..

CHEERS

ONLINE LOVER (galgalo)

When you’re online I feel,
Like you’re sitting right opposite me.
I close my eyes and reach out for your hand,
... But all I find is my mouse pad.

And then I type to you, telling you about my day,
Anxiously awaiting your response,
as I wish we didn’t live so far away.
But it’s amazing what our feelings can do,
Sometimes I swear I could feel myself right next to you.

Cause when we chat through a cable,
The feeling is just unbelievable.
I am as lost as can be in your words,
And you make me feel like we’re in our own perfect world.

When we chat I’m so sure I can hear,
You calling out for me, my dear.
And when we both are sitting,
at our computers with out anything to say,
I can almost hear you calling out for me, from miles away.

When we chat I’m so sure,
That I have found what I’ve been searching for.
And somehow I know it’s true,
I’ve found everything I want in you.

FAITH NGURE

i loved her name,
hardly know why,
hard to tell how,


and in light she had a smile,
brighter than the morning hum,
of a mocking bird up perched,

her lips were lucious,
her eyes were curious,
all of her brilliant,

in her i saw a friend,
she wrote a piece,
that took my beat,

i wish i could tell,
though this never was a tale,
her name was sweet,

they called her faith.........

3 AFTER THE HOUR

below the towering rocks,
albeit next to the woody farms was where he was,
laying upon the dripping,
rich green grass,
his mind was clear,
miss jazz and lady meditation had done their bit,

in that bliss hard gotten,
when crickets seize their craze,
and trees to sway get tired of,
a stray message did land,

it was never sweet they said,
but in later dates to honey it did turn,
was it coincidencial i have long fought to know,
hardly any of the grey heads a clue,

all i hear is the hour,
that turned rock to gold,
that turn of the long and short,
a snap to lady lucks' visit,

three past the hour,
they say,
he saved a damsel in pain,
she robbed him of his hard sought peace,
but he won a heart,

lay me then,
three past the hour,
shut these lids and off slide,
dreamland ain't a myth,
and none from it ever got scathed.



©skillz