Philosopher's Pen

The humming bird Not big, not famous Not anything that could not be ignored But the humming bird was wise enough To know that there was something little she could do To save the drowning world When the other animals marveled at her lack of reason She asked them what they were doing And lo! They realized that they were doing nothing But criticize the only person trying to save them.

When you will see his face and him your face You will feel butterflies flapping with excitement in your tummy But as the wheels of time turn The butterflies will be broken One by one they will die Till you feel no more butterflies But some may survive If they survive They will deliver eggs to be caterpillars, Caterpillars will be painful to feel in your tummy But if you endure them a little longer There is will be hope, Hope of feeling butterflies soon Better butterflies that will still have caterpillars and later butterflies And that will be the circle

They ask me why I am high I will tell them that you are my morphine overdose Your eyes are shots straight  into my heart Your smile slows time  Your dimples brings death dangerously closer  Death sings to me when you whisper into my ears You are my opium every Friday night Till Saturday morning light I know nothing of pharmacokinetics or dynamics But our chemistry is toxic  To my heart body and soul beautifully toxic

I wonder if loving yet again is a possibility Loving freely and fearlessly Moving like a moth drawn to a burning light From the anonymous part of a dangerous night While ghosts of lost love and skeleton of painful memories are still intact I hear love birds swear by moons and stars But after so many nights out in beds that now seem strange I wonder if there is anything left to swear by Worse, because I see the knights swear to queens of open bosoms Ones who appreciate wars waged by ammunition of all nature I am tempted to dream Dream of rewriting my rules of war For all the existing ones have been abused I know that a naive warrior will fall prey to my new evil devices But how else will they learn of the cruel nature of love? Where people who love more leave torn apart and are left in tears or dangling dead on the rafters of battlefields

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