Philosopher's Pen

She is a wayward woman With a jealously husband And jilted lovers She would sleep with any man But if you forget to subdue her Or forget seducing her You will be left with a sward in your throat While she runs away with the next lover One thing about her is She is not fond of fools

You don't need me So I thank you for the good you have done I say it in silence That way you will not sense the silent good bye It hurts me that our business in your face is done But I will remember we were brothers I will pray for you For my prayer is that you fly high and steady in the strong winds I will not forget that you helped me And the much I am or will be will acknowledge you But tonight I will pack what I can And leave your house brother Not groaning For all of us are guests in each others lives In my case I must have overstayed my visit I hope love never grows old I will find peace when it thrives again But now It is obviously used. YOU CAN READ MORE

I cannot stop imagining However often I stop to imagine How it could have been, how it should be and how I wish it to be, comparing it with how it is Lost in this ponders I feel helpless and that is not helpful When I think I have found a way I am scared that I have lost direction Trapped and drifting between love and hate Both take away bits of the heart and breaks them leaving my lovely Jerusalem in  rubbles I keep my eyes open allowing days and nights to pass while I watch the debris fall, a consequence of my hidden wars Strange to wisdom, my thoughts alien to my self I wonder  how things that don't connect resonate into harmony Like how strength and weaknesses blend to make whole And how in brokenness I find solace and pain How in emptiness I am filled How I am made wise by realizing my foolishness How strong I become when I realize my weakness How perfection in my dreams and mistakes in my ways keep me going Life Just a blind wander All headed in the same ...

I saw you smiling from a distance in the middle of a roaring crowd  I thought your smile would make me shine brighter I saw you another time working hard in your kibanda I thought your strong arms would would help hold our home I saw you talking at our village baraza How such wisdom flowed from your mouth How you inspired me to love you How you made me follow you in broad ways How you made me look for you even in dark alleys Where you would not be found Till I finally found you As beautiful as ever So full of wisdom yet so funny I remember when you said yes and smiled Golden sparks glittered out of your eyes How you made me A man at thirty Feel like he was thirteen I remember how you said "Yes I will marry you." I remember it all And now before this congregation After we have said the I dos Promise to make me better For I promise nothing less Follow this link POEMSCLUB to enjoy more poems.