death of a soul

dying candles,
sat upon a waxy table,
 dirt eating upon there defenseless blown sand,
 a tearing cross crooking the side,
 the unwelcome....
 ...blew,
 waking the burnt,
tanned and tattered scroll,
 the benches had of it,
 grey bones,
 cracked skulls,
 ashes and dust to sat,
 the creeky staircase,
 the web fested doors,
 shattered glasses,
 the clouds were grey,
 a reaper smile upon scratched,
 a bloody moon between choked,
 a rotting crow,
celebratory mooted mags,
 a welcome bid,
 staggered in my soul,
 rained on,
 already grey,
the silence gazed upon,
 a wondering sons' soul,
 not the wind did blow,
 nor a case did creek,
 upon a falling sin,
 a moon tried her best,
 yet a tear down ran,
 thorns rained,
 tearing it to part,
 in choking moans,
 gasping for breath slid,
 to prickly pains wash,
 silence.... ran a death,

a Harp of Death

It was a beautiful piece, and I had of it peace,

Blaring in mind violins, cuddling in self-shadowed loins,

If there were of her tears, then drowned were them in beers,

Punished a son, a livery of a burnishing sun,

Pain………………

What must be it then? A heart in direction of ten?

Devoured I but a moose, self-set upon a noose,

Upon a cloud of fog much I lost, watered eyes on hailing frost,

Beats that never count, aches that forever mount,

 Left but to hide in grey alleys, laughter scare of decamped allies,

But so shall I have my way, upon a king’s tray,

Hope………..

And to that day, I keep to my way,

Torn fingers upon a harps’ string, strumming to the bitter sting,

And be death beats I to the line, then I shall seek of lie under a pine,

Listen to the beauty of peace, while the cloaked shreds this flesh to the last of piece……………….

The Wish

i saw a star tonight,
shot through the dark skies,
and in its merry the rest stood to watch,
twinkling,
i would have made a wish,
but the day ain't mine,
and if i did you would never be mine either,
and to it i put my shooting on a scale,
put the loan to he that got you,
loan it to him that got the heart,
a scarlet untainted like i hold,
and to him the wish,
of smiles to put,
of warmth to give,
and in the rain,
the umbrella,
times of floods,
the bridge,

and i to my journey i will attend,
my error to amend,
it is efforts to command,
so free i this wish,
let it home with the wind,
unchangeth by the light of day,
and stay thus through the night

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

AN OLD SONG

the beat knows not me,
its age hardly known,
the sax blares, ... soothing clefs rise to the awaiting air,
such a wave an aire invites,
an old man does his magic,
a fella on the chords,
a strap down to the woods that sway upon his waist run,
fingers along treasured strings,

another sits,
head dancing,
next to a loved gentle black giant,
the two buddies for ages been,
palms upon the beautiful blacks and whites,
left to right and together meet,

upon the dark space in twos bodies follow,
in clarks and plats choreograph,
under lights that flash,
in and out,
up and down,

merry is made,
an old flame ignited,
the mood is mellow,
a kiss won't miss,

such a day be magical,

in such love was classical,

the touch of an old song,
in many a throng,
only a few know.

all but the beauty,
of an old song,

goodbye

shuttered,
is all am left,
broken pieces,
everywhere scattered,
heaven knows am never perfect,
but i did best to try,
took an effort,
you never saw that,
another ass i was,
only the ride was different,
but won't mourn,
tear drops are hard to fall,
got used to the pain,
it never is about me,
just your clock that be too slow to tic,
goodbye is all i shall say,
and wait for the night to fall,
its more beautiful to watch the stars in her belly,
than remember memories of you,
goodbye,
is all i shall say,
you tore my trust,
you won't take my breath,
just another passing glance,
another morning dew death,
you be,
goodbye

missing you

still wish i could call you sugar tweety,
still wish i could rename that number,
dance like a honey bee over a flower,
wish i could jump to dreamland with a smile,
and hope you be waiting in the imagination,

can't,

my lids be heavy,
a eyes flooded,
pride can't let them shut,
a single drop,spell disaster,
yet i can never hold on,
always avoiding all the path ways i took,
that coffee bar can hardly enter,
trying to kill the memories,

vain,

secrets,
nature as yet i to teach,
to hold you captive i won't,
though i in each way,
be failure of determination,
can't stop missing you,


©s

H.E.R

the fire was on the first glance,
her eyes,
her lips,
a glow could not hide,
something in her smile,
her soft speech,
her touch,
held i but a captive,
and from that spot,
to the hour on the dot,
many of i had robbed,
thoughts.
the sun has risen,
the moon has shone,
and oh the stars,
through that galaxy have shot,
and she still be,
the cast in many my dreams,
her love is pure,
than a morning dew drop,
her love making,
robs me of many a breath gasp,
am left in sorrow,
and that loneliness cloud each time she be away,


.

SON

wipe those tears son,
the hunger i know hurts,
can tell from the crooky ribs upon your sides,
i see that pain,
been there,
felt that,
and none had pity upon my rumbling stomach,
that is the world we lived in and now you,
it was never my wish to get you there,
nor was it my fathers' on me,
just fate the mercy never has,
i hate to see you in those tatters,
and that fluid that from your nostrils ooze,
it tears my already wounded spirit,

and you son don't curse,
i did and it hardly helped,
your mama left,
a poor wretch she didn't want,
now a rich mans' bed she does warm,
hate me son,for letting her walk,
i hated myself though i didn't talk,
so you now know what a loss i was,
a worth nothing log,
left out just to rot,

but you are not me,
you got your time,i had mine,
you got your life,mine is gone,
talk to the sun,
walk with the moon,
and if you can dance with the stars,
for your life has just began,

signed your not worth a father,

©skillz 2012

GONE

on such a day when the cold gnaws,
and fog all beauty mauls,
she found fit a heart to tear,
with pitiless eyes,
and a face that shone with evil,
she did kill an innocent soul,
none knew such beauty a cold heart did hide,
a skin so bright yet a heart so dark,
all but for loving,
and though memories still dance around,
the pain never seize,
but what do it be,
than a patch upon a treasured garment,

life was easy,
and love was sweet,
tales from adages of gone sunsets,
now it be life branded,
and love imported,
nothing ever lasts but the pain...

©2012

WINGLESS ANGEL

in the drowning of a sad sun,
in the death of a never ticking clock,
eyes twitched,
bated breath,
sorrow was a mood,but today a friend that clung,
and in the glares from the shadows,
that in negotiation with a creator were,
a darker being sits,
his song never ending,
and he said,
your road was long,
but your time is gone,
they stand around,
but you lie alone,
do not shed a tear,
there be nothing to fear,
for yours be a time,
for another wingless angel,

©skillz

grandpa song

the old man sat in his serene hideout,
solitude the buddy he always sought,
and in this quietness,
despite the murmurs of the yawning maize stalks,
and whining macadamia leaves,
the old man had peace,
and to it he sang little sad songs,
of the sons he had buried (daddy),
and the grandchildren he had lost (many),
and in the pain drowned words,
misery was told,
in words not so bold,
but much did hold,

and i tell of a song sang,
by a man in tear lines hang,


®skillz

NOT SO MERRY

there was a carol,
yet not so merry,
candles lit,
a little light to accompany the melodious shadows,
there was a bell,
... a loner that sat up a tower,
an over aged rope the only friend it had,
there was a cock-a-doo once in a while did visit,
and to it be this day,
the moon was off and the stars were shut,
the clouds had ran and the wind was gone,
and in the sadness of such a dark,
a breath was cut,
a life was gone..

®skillz

another tale to tell

the sun was cold,
a sky in tears,
pity shed upon an unknown,
in such a day birds seize to fly,
the wind hardly swirls,
and trees merely dance,
to such a day this soul lay undeterred,
a naked lifeless body,
the last garments by poverty eaten away,
and to all that saw,
to all that had seen,
such a scene but another tale to tell...

©skillz

strange love

sweet stranger ,
today from a dream i woke in thoughts of you,
a face i hardly know,
yet in many a ways prayer that it be the sight of my awakening,
upon which walls thy self shelter,
hard for i to tell,
all that be known to me is this heart,
that a residence for you offer,
through wires that voice been heard,
still clinging it be the melody to fill this air,
from still photos that body a fantasy i get,
castles in the air a foundation want,
for that hold and warmth to have,

and so dear stranger that in dreams of i get lost,
here sits a heart that in many ways of you pain,
and it on such a lovers day to you this write,
the sun was warm,
the moon was bright,
the skies were dark,
but your smile had a light,
and upon your touch for long i wait,
upon your love that be my bait.....


(R) skillz

a valentine cry

he wrote a poem,
of sad days and gloomy nights,
of pain and tears that forever flow,
and to this poem the wind read,
the sun burnt and the skies cried,
a pale heart he had ,
swollen eyes,
and torn lips,

and while the world in stars dined,
and castles wined,
he had a shade under the marriage tree,
with rings engraved her name and his,
all that could tell of a torn man,
a dead soul,
and a broken spirit,

and to his pen that a message sent,
he wrote,
she left me on valentine's eve,
and to you valentine i write,
cupid arrows shall never me find,
and never Venus upon my skies light,

and with such he closed his eyes,
and listened to the air around and falling leaves,
that fell on a valentine night...

(skillz)

a gun for the isle

i walk in great sorrow,
a barrel won't leave,
to forces unknown i had to give in,
now it be tears about to fall,
words from a book many a soul has saved,
a cross,
and this red garment i got my feet on,
the crowd cheers,
in their colors,
i be left to wish for dark suits,
a casket,
but no i won't,
she got me,
and a gun for the isle..

©skillz

somebody called daylight

somebody called daylight,
told her the frost had knocked,
and a heart was cold,
and she said a ray was warm,
and smiles were to come,
and she heard that none so strong,
could turn that around,
and she smiled,
told of beauty on the rose,
and melodies of a cockatoo,
and so love rained,
in rays that grew,
and that smile was brought

last temptation

there was a cigar,
a dance hall boom and smoke,
and she danced to his eye gaze,
moves,
she did whine for him,
and a beer came,
a pop of the cap,
the frizzle,
a sip,
and he had won the battle,
a last temptation..

©skillz

Take heart little fella

he sat and stared as they laughed,
in an evening fall,
and a downing rain,
in their joy he found amusement,
he did not fit,
and as they chatted the darkness in,
he raced thoughts to the lone road he took,
up into the ghostly forest,
into the whistling beast that on many feast,
to disappear into the welcoming hands,
of a never failing fog,
to the freezing shack he called home,
and so he sat amazed by they,
not a little sadness on his face,
but a clot of a tear that life had given,

Always a sad song

There are tears,
falling dew on wilting lilies,
fog in mourners den,
pity a tune none shall sing,
inhumane laughter in deepness of pain,
always a sad song played,
always a sad song sang,

Always a sad song