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