…a dream

I HAVE LEARNT TO DREAM

I HAVE LEARNT TO PURSUE

I HAVE LEARNT TO BELIEVE

I HAVE LEARNT TO LOVE

I HAVE LEARNT CAMARADERIE

I HAVE LEARNT TO SHARE

I HAVE LEARNT TO RUN

I HAVE LEARNT TO SOAR AND ROAR

I HAVE LEARNT PEACE

I HAVE LEARNT CHANGE

I HAVE LEARNT SO MUCH IN SO FEW  IN A LIFETIME

BUT I HAVE LEARNT YOU THE MOST

dedicated to Temmylade Aladeokin

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Postcards to Days Before

Some days were colder; some nights were darker when you went away
Some days went missing as you slipped away, like darkness fades into light
My sun crawled away, my moon stood still
Some days were colder and nights were darker
Every sound was louder and my music was blue
Some days went missing because you left me here alone
All I wanted was us again like days before
You were my song, my symphony and harmony
You became my thoughts my feelings my emotions
Your pain was mine and the pangs I felt like piercing fangs deep in my skin
But I lost the song, I lost the words, I lost my savor with you
But time is a healer, a giver and savior
I thought we walked the aisles alone
Thought we toiled the nights alone
I thought we flew like birds alone
I thought we shared it all alone
But soon time is a healer, a revealer and giver
Now I sail this ship alone
And I’m glad now I see
For I’ll go till I’ll be found of her
Yes, I’ll ride far and wide
Where broken hearts mend again!

tears from a dry eyes

TEARS FROM MY DRY EYES

For the broken and wounded hearted

For the souls departed and translated

For them that ceaselessly mourn and sob

For fellow soldiers in the struggle to keep our Motherland flag flying

To the sad and weak children on the streets of my Africa

To the wailing and weeping mothers, whose young starve and die before their very eyes, helplessly and pointlessly

To that little john and Catherine who have no home or place to go

To them, who strive in the storms, rains and harsh sunny days?

For every tear that you have shed countless and soundless

To those in sack clothes and marred visage

To every father who has ever lost a son or daughter

To everyone who’s lost a spouse; wife or husband

To widows, widowers and orphans

To my black and white brothers

To the saints, to the church, to all

To the forgiven and un-forgiven

To the victims of extraneous religion

To the victims of poor hospitals and health-centers

To the sad educated and helpless uneducated

To every soul that stills and seek the hope and light ahead

To the cities, the towns, the villages and hamlets

I hear a song, a victory song, a war chant

I hear it loud, I see it, and I feel it

I can hold it, touch it, grab it, sing it, shout it …

It is victory! It is salvation! It is redemption

Emancipation! Liberty! Transformation, reformation and revolution

I see it, I feel it! I hope for it!

It is ahead …

It comes so soon and shortly

Persevere, bear and forebear

I see it, I feel it we want it!

Oh Africa, our land of hope, green and splendid!

VASE OF GOLD

Like the gold of heaven,

Like the fine gold of paradise

Like the trees of Eden

Like the springs in your presence

Like the glow of your garment

Tried and tested,

Like the horn of a unicorn

Like the beauty of a peacock

Like the fire of your words

Like the beauty of your name

Like the songs from thy lips

Like you, like every bit of you

Like your purest thoughts of love

Remake me today and cleanse me

Transform me, reform me, and inform me

That I might be a suitable vessel unto you

Drink of me, wash me

Let me reflect the light of thy presence

Fill me with thy wine

Let me be healing to the nations and a balm as you are

Like thy holiness envelop me

Like a gold vessel, unto thy honor and worship

Oh my king eternal and faithful!

dear princess

Dear princess

I write you the thoughts of you from my heart on a cold, slightly breezy night

I remember how with you was everything perfect and the talks were real and true to heart

I savor the warmth that the nearness to you brings

You smell like roses, your smile is as pure as of a child and the memories of you are goodly as of a fairy princess

As  we looked up nights ago at the blossoms ,pinkish in color, dropping gently and slowly on skins of other lovers at the love garden

It was only the serenity of your queenly ambience that surpassed the splendor of the blossoms

No kisses but hugs

We ate and laughed and wished nothing better than eternity together

I long for yet another season of Christmas and time with you

You’re a friend, a sister and my own very princess

Your heart is pure and your words drop smoothly like honey drops in my mouth

Dear princess stay with me once again…

 

Your daddy cares

Dedicated to princess