Thank You All

I open my eyes,
awake in a dream,
My little fingers,
Larger than they seem.

Words new and alive,
Life flies past,
My little thoughts,
Seem longer to last,

A world beyond the previous,
A life unknown to me,
My little words,
All grown up, and free.



I would like to thank you all for being with me during the journey, and what a journey it has been. All the way from Scars, my first post here, to Homicidal Silence, my last, not counting this one of course. I want to thank you for helping me grow and urge you all to continue to grow with me. I have now moved these contents and more stuff from my other blogs to my website http://michael.co.ke I  hope you will keep reading and supporting me, to infinity and sufficiently past it. 

To start you off check out New Beginnings on the new site

Keep Smiling,

Your Author,

Michael.

Homicidal Silence

Soon my silence shall be the death of me,

Plunging into a darkness of anonymity,

Fleeing from mirrors,

Vanquish the thought,

Soon my quest shall come to naught.

Soon I shall drown in my melancholy,

Chasing at shadows that are standing still,

Fighting for acceptance,

Vanquish the thought,

Running after dreams that stand in the same spot.

Soon the serene will strangle me,

Dangling from a rope of insecurity,

Breaking my resistance,

Vanquish the thought,

Learning from the very same lessons I taught.

Soon I shall be swallowed by civility,

Hiding behind a cloak of humility,

Dreading my power,

Vanquish the thought,

Giving answers to questions, where none were sought.

Soon there will be no more struggle in me,

Teetering on the edge of insanity,

Cowing from battles,

Vanquish the thought,

Beaten by armies that I could have fought.

Soon my silence shall be the death of me,

Unhinged, uncaged, undeniably free

Swooning in irrelevance,

Vanquish the thought,

Perish completely, my name, forgot.

Schizophrenia

Tiny steps tentatively taken,

Forward moves the human race,

Super scientists made silent,

Mistaken, they need to save face.

Colour follows his eyes down the hallway,

More than meets the eye,

Shadows mask his virtue,

Light blocks his dream,

Slowly he begins to realize,

All this time,

He has never been on his own.

Numbers

I counted;

22 broken hearts,

21 toy soldiers,

20 young boys who would never grown up,

Just because they died before they could get any older.

19 failed brakes,

18 dead bodies,

17 mothers crying,

“Please, help me somebody!”

16 broken windows,

15 teen couples kissing,

14 children aborted,

Because a condom was missing.

13 stories told,

12 legends begotten,

11 myths created,

Stamped in the history of man never to be forgotten.

10 unheeded commandments,

9 unopened bibles,

8 pastors preaching prosperity,

Telling tall tales of what they think is desirable.

7 open bottles,

6 broken needles,

5 birds perched,

On the roof of an old church steeple.

4 lies told,

3 politicians fighting,

2 halves of a tribe,

Split apart by the dog that does no biting.

And 1,

I,

Alone,

Sitting,

Watching,

And counting.

Poetry 101

So many words that seem not to rhyme,

Structure, syllables and strictly metered time,

Error made once, twice, three times, nine,

Then this, a solitary repeated line.

Forward, backward, forward once again,

Relentless work, a constant strain,

It has to be perfect; it won’t work as just fine,

Then back to the solitary repeated line.

Organized clutter, coherent rumble,

Over the words don’t stagger or stumble,

Letters age like milk, but words like wine,

So write the solitary repeated line.

Pause between stanzas nothing to write,

Piece incomplete, seems a bit light,

Talk about insecurity and try not to whine,

Then write the solitary repeated line

Getting closer towards the end, try a variation,

Push your piece past perfect alliteration,

Read over again, are the words really mine?

One word,

Smile,

Then,

The solitary repeated line