tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17664468211301461212024-02-08T13:27:46.990+03:00My Poetry ScrapbookBasically just me and my writings.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-36986097018735836102012-05-22T09:52:00.003+03:002012-05-22T09:52:59.145+03:00Thank You AllI open my eyes,<br />
awake in a dream,<br />
My little fingers,<br />
Larger than they seem.<br />
<br />
Words new and alive,<br />
Life flies past,<br />
My little thoughts,<br />
Seem longer to last,<br />
<br />
A world beyond the previous,<br />
A life unknown to me,<br />
My little words,<br />
All grown up, and free.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
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 <a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/07/scars.html">Scars</a>, my first post here, to<a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2012/02/homicidal-silence.html"> Homicidal Silence</a>, 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 <a href="http://michael.co.ke/">http://michael.co.ke</a> I hope you will keep reading and supporting me, to infinity and sufficiently past it. <br />
<br />
To start you off check out <a href="http://michael.co.ke/?p=377">New Beginnings</a> on the new site<br />
<br />
Keep Smiling,<br />
<br />
Your Author,<br />
<br />
Michael.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-49716437766501842972012-02-15T10:25:00.000+03:002012-02-15T23:10:25.793+03:00Homicidal Silence<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon my silence shall be the death of me,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Plunging into a darkness of anonymity,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fleeing from mirrors,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vanquish the thought,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon my quest shall come to naught.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon I shall drown in my melancholy,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Chasing at shadows that are standing still,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fighting for acceptance,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vanquish the thought,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Running after dreams that stand in the same spot.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon the serene will strangle me,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dangling from a rope of insecurity,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Breaking my resistance,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vanquish the thought,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Learning from the very same lessons I taught.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon I shall be swallowed by civility,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hiding behind a cloak of humility,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dreading my power,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vanquish the thought,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Giving answers to questions, where none were sought.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon there will be no more struggle in me,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Teetering on the edge of insanity,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Cowing from battles,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vanquish the thought,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Beaten by armies that I could have fought.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Soon my silence shall be the death of me,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Unhinged, uncaged, undeniably free</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Swooning in irrelevance,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Vanquish the thought,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Perish completely, my name, forgot.</div>Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-16895199020997800092012-01-19T11:01:00.002+03:002012-01-19T11:05:42.453+03:00Schizophrenia<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Tiny steps tentatively taken,</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">Forward moves the human race,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">Super scientists made silent,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">Mistaken, they need to save face.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">Colour follows his eyes down the hallway,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">More than meets the eye,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">Shadows mask his virtue,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">Light blocks his dream,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">Slowly he begins to realize,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">All this time,</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">
<span lang="EN-US">He has never been on his own.</span></div>Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-90567005233995117782011-12-05T19:36:00.001+03:002011-12-05T19:36:56.740+03:00Numbers<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I counted;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">22 broken
hearts,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">21 toy
soldiers,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">20 young
boys who would never grown up,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Just
because they died before they could get any older.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">19 failed
brakes,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">18 dead
bodies,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">17 mothers
crying,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">“Please,
help me somebody!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">16 broken
windows,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">15 teen couples
kissing,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">14 children
aborted,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Because a
condom was missing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">13 stories
told,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">12 legends
begotten,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">11 myths
created,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Stamped in
the history of man never to be forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">10 unheeded
commandments,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">9 unopened
bibles,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">8 pastors
preaching prosperity,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Telling
tall tales of what they think is desirable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">7 open
bottles,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">6 broken
needles,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">5 birds
perched,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">On the roof
of an old church steeple.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">4 lies
told,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">3
politicians fighting,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">2 halves of
a tribe,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Split apart
by the dog that does no biting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And 1,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Alone,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Sitting,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Watching,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And
counting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-52274730190997204112011-11-05T12:07:00.002+03:002011-11-05T12:07:27.226+03:00Poetry 101<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
So many words that seem not to rhyme,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Structure, syllables and strictly metered time,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Error made once, twice, three times, nine,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then this, a solitary repeated line.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Forward, backward, forward once again,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Relentless work, a constant strain,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It has to be perfect; it won’t work as just fine,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then back to the solitary repeated line.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Organized clutter, coherent rumble,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Over the words don’t stagger or stumble,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Letters age like milk, but words like wine,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So write the solitary repeated line.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pause between stanzas nothing to write,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Piece incomplete, seems a bit light,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Talk about insecurity and try not to whine,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then write the solitary repeated line</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Getting closer towards the end, try a variation,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Push your piece past perfect alliteration,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Read over again, are the words really mine?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One word,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Smile,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The solitary repeated line</div>Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-43177287808254685572011-10-25T10:04:00.003+03:002011-10-25T10:04:53.608+03:00A Lonely War<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
The voices
in my head deserted me,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">They had
nothing left to say,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">They
noticed I wasn’t listening,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">So they
packed and went away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">They
stopped their noisy bickering,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">They took
their opinions galore,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">They left
me alone tittering,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">On the edge
of a lonely war.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">They took
away my opinions,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Assertion
became strange to me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">The words
went as their minions,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">A writer I
ceased to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">“You know?”
punctuated my sentences,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Although I
scarce used it before,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Then slowly
I dulled my senses,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Ready to
fight my lonely war.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">My enemy is
not inside me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Nor is my
enemy without,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I can’t win
when it’s me against me,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">I’ll
probably run me rout,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Yet still I’ll
stand firm in this battlefield,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Armed to
the teeth with spear and sword,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Hoping that
one day I, myself, will yield,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">And be the
conqueror in this lonely war.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-45737308095302947982011-10-14T13:22:00.000+03:002011-10-17T11:47:06.285+03:00Cascading Letters<div style="text-align: left;">
Cascading letters,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Aligned to the left,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Maybe if I write the same word,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Over,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
and over,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
and over,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
and over,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
and over,</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
again then nothing will matter.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
So I take my letters,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
My words, </div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
My sentences ,</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
But to no avail.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Because the truth is; </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
the formatting doesn't make the poem,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The poet does.</div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-22149865785611698642011-09-26T20:20:00.000+03:002011-09-26T20:20:52.084+03:00Pacified Pawns<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Fire fire
fire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Smoke Smoke
smoke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Feed the
young men oatmeal,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Make them
think it’s a joke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Let the
night spur their zeal,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">The winds
will carry the words I spoke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Don’t stop
until,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Every flame
has been choked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Smoke smoke
smoke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Fire fire
fire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Let the men
grab their guns,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">It is all
that they’ll require,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">The sun
will light their path,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">They will suppress
their every desire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Their bed
shall be pure earth,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">The grass
their thoughts inspire.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Fire fire
fire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Smoke smoke
smoke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Take the
men away from battle,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Make sure
they go broke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Promise
them a thousand cattle,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Then
deliver a single cloak,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Put them in
a remote chattel,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Surround
them with kinsfolk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Smoke Smoke
Smoke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Fire fire
fire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Watch the
old men one by one,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">As from
life they retire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Support the
family of a dead man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Give their
families less than they require,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">Name a
backstreet if you can,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">The pawns
have played their part,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">In your
grand masterplan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-55270738002689364092011-09-09T11:51:00.001+03:002011-09-09T11:55:31.694+03:00I AM<div>
For the girls of Kibera Girls Soccer Academy on their showcase on 10th September:</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
I am the past, the present and the future embodied in one,<br />
<div>
I am what happened before and what is yet to come,</div>
<div>
I am the reason for living and the excuse for death,</div>
<div>
I am the thoughts in your mind and the mint in your breath.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am the hero to the slaves and the master of the free,</div>
<div>
I am truth honesty and justice, yes I'm all three,</div>
<div>
I am the sword of Damocles, the tablet of cebes,</div>
<div>
I am the arm that you can lean on when you have the hebe jebes.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am the rock Jacob slept on, the fifth telly tubby,</div>
<div>
I am the guy that she ran to when she got beat by her hubby,</div>
<div>
I am the shadow of the night and reflection of the day,</div>
<div>
I am the arm that clung on you and begged you to stay.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am the eleventh commandment, God's other son,</div>
<div>
I am the voice that says "there's nothing wrong with some fun"</div>
<div>
I am the rhythm in your bones, the music in your soul,</div>
<div>
I am the strength sapped from your flesh then the soup in your bowl.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I am the science of war, the 49th power law,</div>
<div>
I am the man that was built on another's flaw,</div>
<div>
So if anyone wants to know what they can call me,</div>
<div>
Tell them I am the one that answers to "free."</div>
Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-90683024464803353952011-08-29T10:17:00.000+03:002011-08-29T10:26:42.154+03:00The PleaDear Mr Candle, find me a spark,<br />
That will set fire to your wick,<br />
And chase away the dark,<br />
Elusive it may be,<br />
Destructive and vile,<br />
But find it for me and let it eat you alive.<br />
<br />
Dear Mr Bull, find me some meat,<br />
That will roast on the fire,<br />
And give me something to eat,<br />
Elusive it may be,<br />
Your thigh makes great steak,<br />
So give it to me, to burn at the stake.<br />
<br />
Dear Mr tree, find me some wood,<br />
That will light up the evening,<br />
Make sure it burns good,<br />
Elusive it may be,<br />
But trunks are the norm,<br />
So give yours to me, that I may stay warm.<br />
<br />
Dear Mr Voter, give me your vote,<br />
That I may live in comfort,<br />
Don’t let me gloat,<br />
Elusive it may be,<br />
Your life seems fair game,<br />
So give it to me, and bear all the blame.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-60428478661193128282011-08-10T10:03:00.003+03:002011-08-10T14:36:57.723+03:00Hypocritical Hallucinations<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
Severally we hear that the ones we hold dear,<br />
Were born on such a day not so long a go, <br />
So we facebook and tweet and say stuff so sweet, <br />
Just so their egos we can blow, <br />
It's hey hey hey, <br />
How you doing hbd and what have you, <br />
And though we texted and we called <br />
We never cared at all, <br />
What happened to that person all year through.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">
</span>Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-83958150208182151942011-08-04T11:40:00.000+03:002011-08-04T11:40:25.796+03:00Word On The Street<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I left my bag open,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And my poems spilled to my feet,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I tried to gather them up but all in vain,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Now they say there’s word on the street.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word in the alley ways,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word on the windows,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word under the card board box,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Other wise known as home by the man they call
homeless,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word on the doorsteps of millionaires,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word on the soles of the brave,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word in the hearts of the weak,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word on the windshield wipers of
forgotten classics,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And on the wise bumper stickers of overused
rust buckets,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word on the pulpits of empty churches,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And in the aisles of crowded movie theatres,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word in forgotten car manufacturing
lots<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And in over accommodating slums,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word on the knick knack paddy whack
that gives a dog a bone<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And swimming around in the yolk of the
distraught humpty dumpty,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">There’s word on the backs of the whipped,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And in the eye of the oppressors<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The word is out there,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Spreading like a virus,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">My feeble efforts to bring it back,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Can only but fan the fire,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I left my bag open,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">And my poems spilled to my feet,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">They called it littering, little did they know,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That’s how word got to the street<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-60222065342285287392011-07-29T16:38:00.000+03:002011-07-29T16:38:42.268+03:00Sanctified Dead<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Their
wisdom was in words,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Their
riches from hearts bled,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So they
stole from the living,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Then prayed
for their dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Their joy
was in their sorrow,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Their love
had turned to dread,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So they
burnt the house down,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Then prayed
for their dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Their
comfort was in turmoil,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">They drank
from tears they shed,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So they shot
all the children,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Then prayed
for their dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Their
wealth was of the blood,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">That paved
the streets bright red,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So they
hacked all the youth,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Then prayed
for their dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Their weakness
was their strength,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">The
strength that anger bread,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">So they
raped all the women,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Then prayed
for their dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Alone a
child is crying,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Pregnant
with words unsaid,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Unable to
form the words,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">To pray for
his dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-35036905801331226752011-07-22T23:37:00.000+03:002011-07-22T23:37:02.028+03:00My Five Links<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This is completely unorthodox of me and
probably the only post I will ever put up here that requires me to do anything
more than write a poem. I mainly agreed to this outlandish
request by <a href="http://mydeardoris.wordpress.com/2011/07/20/my-5-links/">@arungaian</a> because
I knew it had been a while since I had managed to put together a proper piece
of poetry (read all about that <a href="http://michael.wamathai.com/?p=161">here</a>) and it gave me an opportunity to let those
who haven’t had the time to go through my blog’s archives do just that.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Basically this is one of those round games
that you normally see on facebook. You know the drill if you
are tagged you must do it and I seem to have ignored quite a large amount of
those in the blogging circles so allow this to be my first, and probably last,
of the kind. One last thing, if I already saw your five links on your blog odds
are I won’t tag you at the end. Let’s see what other guys have to say.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">So without much further whacking of the
stick around the little shrub here we go:</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l2 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My
Most Popular Post</span></u></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Well, it depends on how you define the
word popular but seeing as the way to measure a blog’s success is by its
statistics I can only assume that this particular query means that I am to
speak of the post that has had the highest number of hits on my blog.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">In that case then it must definitely be <a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2011/01/tempted-by-trust.html">Tempted
by Trust.</a> By a large margin I must add.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Post
That Didn’t Get The Attention It Deserved</span></u></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Again it got the attention it deserved but
didn’t get the attention I expected. I think whoever created this game was very
careless with how they framed their words. (that would probably by this guy <a href="http://egichomo.wordpress.com/">here</a>). Anyway, I might as well stop
being trivial and sounding like and old hag.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The post that I think should have been
read more? I have just the thing, <a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-thats-left.html">All
That’s Left.</a> Although <a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreamer.html">The <i>Dreamer</i></a> is
a close second.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l4 level1 lfo3; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
Post Whose Success Surprised Me</span></u></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Refer to my sentiments in number 1 on the
question of success. That being said I would be best of here going with <i><a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wrote-this-poem.html">I
Wrote This Poem</a></i>, mainly because it was just a reaction to someone who
was insistent on the fact that poetry must strictly have some sort of
politically aware or social message. So I wrote something just because I could.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l3 level1 lfo4; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">My
Most Controversial Post</span></u></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">This will probably be it. There’s not much
controversy in the comments section of the blog on many an occasion though
people have come up to me and raised critical issues that they noticed in my
poems (that even I didn’t think of when writing).</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">That’s why my most controversial post,
even if the comments may show otherwise, was, and still is, <a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2011/01/language-of-earth.html">Language
of The Earth.</a></span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo5; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list 36.0pt; text-indent: -18.0pt;">
<!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]--><b><u><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The
Post I’m Most Proud Of</span></u></b><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">As a writer I am probably sentimentally
attached to all my poems. Even the ones that don’t make it here and end up
somewhere on my laptop gathering, well not dust but the software equivalent. I
have been criticized many times for being a tad bit too rigid in my writing and
following of certain traditional poetry rules. So one day I got mad and wrote a
free verse poem. Just to prove I could and I was utterly proud of myself.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ladies and Gentlemen, <i><a href="http://michaelscrapbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-bud.html">A Little
Bud.</a></i></span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Now I must elect five other people who I
think should do the same, and who I read of course. So here goes:</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://marcusolang.typepad.com/">@MarcusOlang</a></span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://myinkdropshere.wordpress.com/">@Ndinda_</a></span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://lostinthot.wordpress.com/">@Soul_Fool</a></span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://www.wanjeri.com/">@Mawazo_Mengi</a></span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://baru.wamathai.com/">@EdwinBaru</a></span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">I think that will be all.</span><span style="color: black; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-47535925252565799812011-07-06T08:45:00.003+03:002011-07-06T08:45:00.810+03:00InnocenceShe said she wanted to colour the rainbow,<br />
Cocked back her head, and laughed, <br />
Asked if it was possible for her to make the rain glow,<br />
Adelle set fire, maybe she'd use the charred coal.<br />
<br />
She asked why we insist the sun is yellow,<br />
When it is obvious it shines a brilliant white,<br />
Asked why our faces are always mellow,<br />
If work was so hard then why didn’t we just quit.<br />
<br />
She was sure she could paint the face of God,<br />
With her brown crayons and tiny bottle of paint,<br />
Asked how come we don’t find it odd,<br />
That the word psycho had an unnecessary ‘p’<br />
<br />
She wondered of men who stayed up all night,<br />
Watching over us while we rested our minds,<br />
Asked why we were filled with such fright,<br />
“Don’t thieves as well, need to sleep?”<br />
<br />
She said she wanted to buy a unicorn,<br />
Not for herself, but as a gift for santa,<br />
Asked how come a man, full grown,<br />
Has never had a proper family Christmas?”<br />
<br />
She said she wanted to change the world,<br />
Put an end to war and disease,<br />
I looked at her,<br />
And smiled,<br />
One day at a time, I told her,<br />
One day at a time.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-22002703161221161762011-06-21T10:01:00.000+03:002011-06-21T10:01:11.767+03:00Shades of His FutureHe said he would paint the soles of his feet,<br />
Paint them some absurd colour, maybe purple, or black<br />
So that every time he would walk down the street,<br />
They’d see for themselves, he was leaving a mark.<br />
<br />
He said he would scent his each and every word,<br />
Apple cider, eucalyptus, frankincense, blueberry or sunflower,<br />
So that every time that they were heard,<br />
They’d hear for themselves, this was his hour.<br />
<br />
He said he would spice the work of his hands,<br />
Exotic spices, cayenne pepper, dhana jeera and a dash of cinnamon, <br />
So that every time he executed his plans,<br />
They’d taste for themselves, he was going to be the man.<br />
<br />
He said he would choreograph his dreams,<br />
Swift salsa, beautiful ballroom, complex chacha, cover all his bases<br />
So that when he told the of his schemes,<br />
They would know for themselves, he was going places.<br />
<br />
He said he would engrave an effigy on his palms,<br />
An image reflecting the person that he wanted, one day, to be,<br />
So that whenever they looked in his eyes, shook his hand,<br />
They’d feel for themselves, he wanted to be free.<br />
<br />
He said he would paint the soles of his feet,<br />
Paint them some absurd colour, maybe purple, or black<br />
So that every time he would walk down the street,<br />
They’d see for themselves, he was making a markMichael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-37715803935874417002011-06-08T09:47:00.000+03:002011-06-08T09:47:15.019+03:00GoodnightMusic will always be but a gateway to the soul,<br />
It will always fill the void, make you feel whole,<br />
Words will express emotions, but faces will tell the story,<br />
Books will be confusing, a minute ago will be history,<br />
Don’t worry your pretty little head<br />
<br />
Everything changes and so everything is the same,<br />
The ozone is burning up and we don’t know who to blame,<br />
The earth is a cycle, as you will come to see,<br />
Things have been, are and will continue to be,<br />
Don’t worry your pretty little head<br />
<br />
Poets will lament, musicians will fall in love,<br />
Pastors will call for miracles from high up above,<br />
Hummingbirds will do the backstroke, mockingbirds will sing,<br />
The midday sun will beat and church bells will ring,<br />
Don’t worry your pretty little head<br />
<br />
Classes will confuse you, girls will do worse,<br />
You’ll speak your word in prose, then do it in verse,<br />
Cars will excite you money will entreat you,<br />
Men shall allure you with bargains untrue,<br />
Don’t worry your pretty little head<br />
<br />
Your beliefs will be questioned your integrity doubted,<br />
Your words discarded and your actions mistrusted,<br />
Your heart will be crushed then tossed aside,<br />
No one will care for what you feel inside,<br />
Don’t worry your pretty little head<br />
<br />
But that is a long time from now, so go to sleep,<br />
I don’t want to hear a sound; I don’t want to hear a peep,<br />
And when fear comes to your mind, doubts at you are hurled,<br />
Smile, and remember, it is still a wonderful world,<br />
So tonight as you go to bed,<br />
Don’t worry your little head.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-83013556730470786452011-05-30T11:52:00.000+03:002011-05-30T11:52:37.656+03:00An Ode to A Lost FriendI played a game when I was yet still quite tame,<br />
With my best friend called Silva,<br />
Of pirates and ships and our numerous trips,<br />
To the places we would stop to pilfer.<br />
<br />
With a yo oh ho, our faces would glow,<br />
As the world came alive around us,<br />
Pillows as Islands and tables as Highlands,<br />
We fought with hawkers and hunters.<br />
<br />
Now, Silva was older, and a great deal bolder,<br />
Than I would ever aspire to be,<br />
He’d get us in trouble, and then on the double,<br />
We’d run off screaming with glee.<br />
<br />
Then we would swear, upon a rugged teddy bear,<br />
That forever we would be best of friends,<br />
No mountains or dungeons, dragons or canyons,<br />
Would dictate how it ends.<br />
<br />
They say it was cancer, that provided the answer,<br />
To the question that he called his life,<br />
The rest is history, cancer is no mystery,<br />
His death was slow and filled with strife.<br />
<br />
On that last day, just before he passed away,<br />
He gave me one of those sly smiles,<br />
“X marks the spot where you shall find your gold pot,<br />
Aargh tis a journey of a thousand miles”<br />
<br />
Five years down the lane and when I feel the pain,<br />
I go to our corner so private,<br />
And remember back when, with a paper and a pen,<br />
I could change into a pirate.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-69861604797841033362011-05-20T15:48:00.002+03:002011-05-20T15:48:20.000+03:00A Different Kind of BeautyThe last thing I remember,<br />
Is the smell of freshly fallen Jacaranda,<br />
That sweet scent surrounding my sinuses,<br />
Each flower delicately touching my skin as it fell,<br />
The wind whispering in my ear “I have a story to tell,”<br />
Smiles from the sun cast down in rays, creating shadows,<br />
Restless rabbits running for shelter in their furrows,<br />
Endless possibilities, joy that knew no bounds,<br />
Nature uninterrupted, pure smells, pure sounds.<br />
Then I blinked,<br />
It is all I did; I closed my eyes and opened them,<br />
Just in time to jump out of the way of a speeding truck,<br />
Paper bags replace the flowers on the ground,<br />
Used condoms, discarded wrappers where they were once found,<br />
Buildings tower, look down upon me, filled with pity,<br />
The wind rushes past my ear giddy with felicity,<br />
The sun smiles harder beating on brows,<br />
Businessmen and briefcases look up with frowns,<br />
Everything is rushing now; everyone has a sense of duty,<br />
Some say it’s ugly, I call it a different kind of beauty.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-54102003538763088162011-05-06T10:36:00.000+03:002011-05-06T10:36:53.447+03:00Liberated ThoughtsWhereby,<br />
<br />
The words have been spoken, quoted, written and said,<br />
Love has turned to hate and hope to dread,<br />
Peace is no longer with us, departed we stand,<br />
Joy has turned to a whisper, murmured about all over the land.<br />
<br />
Our existence has lost all meaning, our reality a fallacy,<br />
Sorrow has become our only comfort, lost within our vanity,<br />
Dreaming has become impossible, sleep an illusion,<br />
Death is celebrated birth discouraged, utter confusion.<br />
<br />
Whereby,<br />
<br />
Sons have turned on fathers, husbands on wives,<br />
Families have stopped communicating, expelled from each others lives,<br />
Age has become less than a number, language no longer the queen's,<br />
Clothing has become an option, selling sex to the teens.<br />
<br />
Money has become a god, before him we shall bow,<br />
Patience lost her virtuity, the time, here and now,<br />
All have searched but none have found, they have no hope at all,<br />
The utter chaos has left the world wondering who to call.<br />
<br />
We,<br />
The poets,<br />
Writers,<br />
Artists,<br />
Musicians,<br />
Designers,<br />
Techies,<br />
Carpenters,<br />
Bankers,<br />
Business people,<br />
Brokers,<br />
Lawyers,<br />
Doctors,<br />
Engineers,<br />
All of human kind, shall stand,<br />
And we shall stomp our feet in the ground and say, enough!<br />
Too long we have had it rough, tough and figured it out,<br />
Then we shall congregate and remember the virtues of our forefathers,<br />
And for fathers we will make sure we go further,<br />
And outline their values one by one,<br />
Peace,<br />
Patience,<br />
Kindness,<br />
Hope,<br />
Self control,<br />
Joy,<br />
Faith,<br />
Mercy,<br />
Grace,<br />
Selflessness,<br />
Forgiveness,<br />
Obedience,<br />
Honesty,<br />
Love,<br />
And love.<br />
<br />
Every word uttered shall be one of positivity,<br />
Every action one that will encourage longevity,<br />
Negativity shall be extinguished and evil shall have no power, none shall be subjected,<br />
She and all of her kind shall all be rejected,<br />
To sit back and remember a time and a situation,<br />
A situation whereby.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-37818522630783821412011-04-28T12:05:00.002+03:002011-04-28T12:05:40.343+03:00Family GatheringSweet songs sung on a sunny September evening,<br />
Mellifluous melodies meet mellow moods and minds,<br />
Tiny tot tests his tongue, barely done teething,<br />
Rest and recreation begins, old tapes on rewind.<br />
<br />
The once empty house now filled with the sound of music,<br />
A single stereo blasts the soft soprano solo,<br />
Adamant adolescent agrees with the beat pulsating from the antique,<br />
Live and let die, love fills hearts once hollow.<br />
<br />
My thoughts, my words, my lines, my verse,<br />
Lyrics live through lost souls, self loathing for penance,<br />
Touchy teen retreats, creates tension with all who try to converse,<br />
Giddy goat died for the greater good, giving empty stomachs tenants.<br />
<br />
Music rises, a crescendo is close at hand,<br />
Beats build up to forsee bigger things ahead,<br />
Motivated man makes for good entertainment, speeches well planned,<br />
Queer quotes quoted “the quiet man quickly breaks bread.”<br />
<br />
Holding hands singing Kumbaya only God can save them now,<br />
Victorious voices heard over the din of the stereo,<br />
Mindful mum watches and hums, a slight glisten on her brow,<br />
Rolled eyes at in laws argument, as if to say “yup, here we go…”<br />
<br />
Sweet songs sung on a sunny September evening,<br />
Sweet melodies fill the air in the still of a dark September night,<br />
Grandpa sits on his chair, humming, rocking and listening.<br />
Quick cleaning up to do, many hands make work light.<br />
<br />
Meetings are sweet but partings are dear,<br />
Music no longer heard, the guests are leaving,<br />
Door closed, house is empty it will be another year,<br />
Till sweet songs are sung on a sunny September evening.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-64859179148119303652011-04-19T10:00:00.000+03:002011-04-19T10:00:03.330+03:00Disembodied EleganceNature is smooth and elegant in her ways,<br />
Her thoughts are at peace her mind never strays,<br />
Yet mankind as awkward as he may be,<br />
Trumps and destroys all these with glee.<br />
<br />
With his shotgun and hunting, man's sporting luck,<br />
Constantly causes the duck to duck,<br />
In the forests an empire larger than zion,<br />
He made a rug out of the skin of king lion.<br />
<br />
He has brought under attack the most brutal and feared,<br />
Caused the mighty elephant to shed many a tear,<br />
His acts have struck fear, his power unheard,<br />
All run from him, the beasts to the birds.<br />
<br />
He has distorted nature’s rhythm, he sings out of tune,<br />
The only creature capable of making a swan swoon,<br />
Plants have been trampled underfoot, flowers died,<br />
Bees no longer pollinate, too busy making honey in closed hives.<br />
<br />
Yet beings of higher intellect they claim, a step ahead in evolution,<br />
So why do they continue on this pollution revolution?<br />
Their movements seem more beastly, they kill, just for fun,<br />
A confusing beast this, so called man.<br />
<br />
What then remains but their self destructing tendancies,<br />
The hopeful religions say the stay on earth is but a tenancy,<br />
The truth lies behind open hearts, open minds agree,<br />
The human race is out of place and needs to find a place to be.<br />
<br />
Nature is elegant in her ways; I've often been heard to say,<br />
There's the hunter and the hunted, commonly known as prey,<br />
But a full lion will never harm a lamb; it has the future in mind,<br />
Now if only we could say the same of those they call mankind.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-33014409264927655032011-04-07T12:15:00.000+03:002011-04-07T12:15:40.148+03:00A Little BudA little bud,<br />
Longs for the day it will be a flower,<br />
The day its petals will spread,<br />
And all say twas its finest hour,<br />
Little does it know,<br />
That beauty comes with a price,<br />
That when it opens up to follow the sun,<br />
The gardener shall pluck it,<br />
And put it on a table,<br />
Slowly to die,<br />
To reminisce on its life,<br />
And wish it had remained,<br />
A little bud.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-7800200023091631392011-04-01T10:10:00.000+03:002011-04-01T10:10:49.872+03:00The Man Who Discovered Poetry.Who discovered poetry,<br />
I just want to shake his hand,<br />
Maybe pour him a coffee, black, no sugars,<br />
Ask him if it grew as planned.<br />
<br />
We would talk of rhyme scheme and message,<br />
Of poet after poet we would converse,<br />
Maybe, speak of his discovery,<br />
Yes, of his very first verse.<br />
<br />
What inspired dissonance,<br />
Propelled personas past perfect alliteration,<br />
Maybe touch on rhyme and onomatopoeia,<br />
If we have a second, personification.<br />
<br />
His hair would probably be a wise grey,<br />
His sandals, won from travelling the sands of time,<br />
His suit of fine cloth, his taste exquisite,<br />
A man of his stature must have many a dime.<br />
<br />
A deep look would cover his face,<br />
Each and every time he answered a question,<br />
His, words profound, his diction meticulous,<br />
Giving every syllable undivided attention.<br />
<br />
He’d probably have a way with words,<br />
That no other man could,<br />
Vowels, and consonants would be his slaves,<br />
Rarely would he be misunderstood,<br />
<br />
I would watch him as he walked away,<br />
Gracefully diminished until he disappears,<br />
Watch the wind cleans his footsteps from the earth,<br />
And patiently wait for the day he reappears.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1766446821130146121.post-80296487188824452112011-03-24T10:30:00.000+03:002011-03-24T10:30:44.867+03:00C'est La VieAnd in the 9th month,<br />
On the 9th day,<br />
A child came forth,<br />
And all were gay,<br />
And they named him after his grandfather,<br />
For he was the family legacy.<br />
<br />
The boy grew quickly,<br />
The boy grew strong,<br />
The boy, never sickly,<br />
The boy grew tall,<br />
And they accepted him,<br />
For he was the family legacy.<br />
<br />
The boy, no longer a child,<br />
The boy quite wild,<br />
Eager to learn the ways of men,<br />
Struggled to kill a lion in its den,<br />
And they initiated him,<br />
For he was the family legacy.<br />
<br />
The boy, now a man,<br />
Needed to get his own life,<br />
Initiated a cunning plan,<br />
To get himself a wife,<br />
And they helped him,<br />
For he was the family legacy.<br />
<br />
The man changed,<br />
His fears uncaged,<br />
Wife beater, drunkardly,<br />
His ways, dastardly,<br />
And they excused him,<br />
For he was the family legacy.<br />
<br />
The man now dead,<br />
Lived almost a full life,<br />
They say it was in his bread,<br />
The poison made by the wife,<br />
And they mourned him,<br />
For he was to be the family legacy.Michael Onsandohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16754343948102047946noreply@blogger.com6