Philosopher's Pen

I am out here alone In this silent night Waiting for another dawn To continue hunting a song bird Not just any bird This particular song bird Whose tune my heart has learnt to dance to She sings in silence and in songs that make my heart quiver How can I look at her pass and not desire? I wish to capture her and make her my own Not broken Not caged Just make her my song bird My song bird which knows when to fly high and when to be home When to sit and smile And when to massage my heart with her tender songs

All beautiful dreams are seen when eyes are closed How I dream of you and me together But who tells me your heart dreams of me? All the same, Let me close my eyes and dream some more May be I will make you dream Or wake in that reality

If such a count down was put on my life I can just imagine the tremendous difference it would make I imagine how pious I would be How such warmth would radiate from my fears How I would search the world for the slightest hope I wonder if fame would still mean something for me Or money would still inspire my waking early and going to bed late I wonder how I would look into your eyes And what your love would mean to me I wonder what i would hold so close I wonder... Read about time

Sometimes you don’t need proof In such times all you need is to close your eyes and say a prayer In that darkness and the light of closed eyes You will find comfort You will see God come through

God gives you life But who knows how it will treat you Now that the pen of destiny writes mystery God my maker Show me the light of my purpose That the world would glow when my candle still burns ochiengarthuronyangosol

Beautiful berries are never blue So don’t you be sad my heaven Spread your pink lips and show your lovely teeth For sweet berries call more lovingly than sore ones Let me see your beauty through the light And imagine it in the night That when I call you in my lowest moment I would appreciate the beauty of loving such a sweet berry

If tomorrow is painted by the stars It is bright Though our exsistance is a night Tomorrow has some light Enjoy!! I WILL BE WAITING IN TOMORROW

Vera made him feel a butterfly What she did not tell him was that the love she gave him was but a fly So elusive and would die after seven days Like one Simon Makonde Every time he met his old friends They asked him how his love life was The love that he had convinced them had nine lives Nine times he had fallen in love Eight times the love had died tragic deaths And this is the ninth eulogy he made me to write for one same love On whose epitaph was but one word Vera With nothing in the space he once called heart He became a dangerous vacuum Sucking in everything that called its self a sweetheart And killed all the nine lives of love in them in one snap So they became as he What can be best called ghost lovers

I am walking home This walk is in the dark I need to find some light To brighten the night inside I seek knowledge to light a fire for my soul For if the inside is dark Of what use is light of day? My God light my inside For night and day will come But of what use are they if I am lost in the inside? My God; light my inside So I can see my way home in my inside For if I am lost outside I can make a home But lost inside It is terrible CHECK THIS OUT FOR FREE I WILL BE WAITING IN TOMORROW FREE ON  iTunes