Birds stop their singing….

When the birds stop their singing, and the sun has gone down,
The love in her heart will be loudly ringing
Because it is you she has found.
If she had the power to write
The thoughts wedged in her heart tonight
She would do it with so much grace
That all you would need was a warm embrace.
But thoughts have taken flight that you may know
Yet it wouldn’t be long before they fly like the rest
Still this builds her confidence in a nest
And soon you will know.
Can you see it in her eyes….words unspoken?
Heart beating even faster….before the silence broken….?
The confusion will cease
You will find peace…..she will know peace.
Happiness will show through her telling eyes
Smiles exchanged, embraces shared
And when The birds stop their singing
And the sun has gone down
The love in our hearts will be loudly ringing

Presence fall

Endless phone calls….that will one day tire her,

then it will be her, four walls and your empty chair.

And that time, dust and rust can’t server.

You see…..it’s been five years now,

No endless phone calls to tire her now,

Your curtains still hang on her four walls,

It’s hard at times not to feel your presence fall.

You missed her graduation…..she does maths now,

Always pressing on…..independence, she made her own.

You see……change was as best as rest,

Yet, it’s still hard at times not to feel your presence fall.

The changing lights

To the world outside, I build a wall.

That most don’t understand at all.

So I sit in the early morning darkness
waiting for daybreak
watching the walls reflect the
changing colors of
the traffic light
down the street.

The Red light, the Green light.

It’s an old game
and I’m tired of it.

The Red light, the Green light.

At any crossroads,
at any given moment,
both are lit at the same time,
but I cannot be on two roads at once.

The Red light, the Green light.

I must choose, my time as a caterpillar, has expired

my wings are ready

and yellow is the
only link between the
stop and go.

Red light.
Green light.

Sitting here pausing,
at another of life’s intersections,
trying to decide between the two,
tell me, dear friend,
am I a coward or
merely confused?

 

 

 

When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow’s glory is shed;
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendor
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart’s echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute:–
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman’s knell.

When hearts have once mingled,
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.

STOP…LOOK UP

Like a child, you love a boat ride.  You’re busy watching the shore.  But wait.  There’s more. Look up.
Take it all in.
Some things can best be seen only by looking up.  So when you stop, is it cheating?  Who cares!  Look up.  Take it all in!
Hurry and look up.  Life passes by quickly,  and you can’t stop it.  But you can still take it all in.
Nature changes, but how much do you notice?   Look up from the sidewalk and take it all in.
Maybe you haven’t been there since you were four.  Will your memories match up?  Stop and look up.  You have been waiting far too long.  Take it all in.
Even if you’re already up, stop.  Look up every now and again, or you’ll miss out on something.  Who knows, maybe it’s the day pigs can fly.  Wouldn’t you have a story to tell then!
Get your head out of that phone.  Be the realest thing around.  Stop and look up.  This is your “one wild and precious life.” Take it all in.
                    from the poem “The Summer Day,” (c) Mary Oliver, 1992.

 

 

The You, that you lost….

We are who we are not because of the things we have, but the things we lost; the human psyche is a broken terrain pitted with numerous expectations, places where the lines that once connected us to something else were ripped away. First we lose the world. Then we lose ourselves along with it. You’re no longer visible in a world that is also yourself. You collapse into your limits, now you have a mouth, your first scar. You lose in language, you lose everything else in other people.

The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. Still, still. I think there’s something here that we need to revisit. I think we need to value.
You know that feeling of returning to a place that you’ve been away from for a while? Much about it is familiar – even nostalgic – the way it looks, smells, and feels. And this initial familiarity is comforting, until you take it all in and realize that something is different…….The you that you lost along with the world.

Dreams will never collide; dream as high and wide as you wish.

Franklin Mutinda

tmp_6280-Burj_Khalifa1080929164In a world where people will do anything, even killing to guard their boundaries; am yet to see or hear dream boundary war. This tells you that there’s enough space for all of us in “dreamland”. Dream huge and then wake up and realize the dream.

The reason people fight is because we are not genuine. Those who dream and realize their dreams are alienated by those who were too lazy to a point that dreaming looked like work. Those who neither dreamt nor actualized the dreams trying to stop those who did the heavy lifting from enjoying the fruits of their Labour. If you did not go to war ; do not expect a share of the spoils.

Every person that the world calls successful has one thing in common with each other ; they dreamt big then took a step further to realize their dreams. Please note …

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Daily Wine

Relax, take a deep breath, and put a smile upon your face.

Sit there in a daze thinking of how you would like your life to be.

Toss aside the pressures and realities of what you live and all you see.

Catch a breeze of miracles and joys, and keep it for all your days.

Happiness lives in the winds of life which blow in many ways.

Allow yourself to grasp its current, and ride it for a time.

Appreciate and enjoy the day, as you would a priceless wine!