Philosopher's Pen

Time for peace has come It is time to consider diplomatic approach to all matters I have to sit down with my own mind and heart To talk about what is good for my self Time for peace has come A time I have to search for the true enemies of me everywhere Even where the enemy is likely to be me I have to sit down with them and sort their grumbling A time has come for peace I have to look for every matter that inspires inward strife, give it up even if it will cost me pleasure    and let it go For peace is sweeter than all pleasures of life A time for peace has come A time to subdue self and look for things of greater meaning A time for peace has come And I will accept nothing but peace

For a time I desired to lead the pack  But not after I knew the burden Not after I learned that I had to stop living for myself And start living for a vision A vision that possibly only I  saw With my eyes open or closed A vision that made leadership  scary  One clear picture of a chain binding to the prison of a possible better future Built on lashes of bitter sacrifices Pillared by giving away the possibility of pleasure today for the hope of tomorrow Hope was the thin thread to hold on to In the abyss of power An endless pit hidden beneath a thin membrane of grandiosity and glamour And a dream for a people with many faces Faces of friendish fiends looking like starving wolves and marauding vampires The only gift that kept me human and skeptical of my place It was a time for me to die for the birth of the slfless I  Who could live for a people, some  of who wished to lynch me for a little taste of power Which they believed was created to quench their lus

When I was a child I was told that blood is thicker than water In short, I was to stick closer to blood And be careful of the water But the same people taught me That water is life That I am made of seventy five percent water And without water I would die As I grew older I realize that blood cannot survive without water Only in their unity There is continuity of flow So it explains the existence of my father and mother Who bore me; their blood But were definitely to each other water I also realized that there was plenty of water before there was any blood I do not question the wisdom taught me by men of old But I add to the stock of knowledge they have piled That the thickness of blood would be toxic without water That water was before blood That water makes 75% of the earth and can be found everywhere Water can wash away blood till it is not seen But blood cannot wash away water And that the only hope for the human race Is mixing freely

You are not cold But I find it too hard to warm up for you I feel love That I can see in your lonely eyes I wish to hold your hands But how do I When now I feel closer to strangers Than I do my blood born brothers I feel broken And weighed down with love That should pour out But is held back by unbroken ice I wish to believe But I am too afraid to I hope tomorrow we will be new Or will never come at all For being afraid of love you deserve is most painful

Their tongues will be the tinder And their houses wood The war will begin from what causes all wars Vein contention Simply because men will feel letting go of power a sacrifice too great Even greater than saving a nation Many will become blind Their memories will be dulled And their reason broken Till they will be restored by cold winds striking their bare backs And relentless rain that will never wash their guilt away will be battering them Others will be sobered up by the distance they will have fled from home And the flames that will licking things they held dear When they stop There will be nothing to return to Nothing to love Shame to embrace an accept And a chance to start a new With fresh wound And painful nostalgia Of once united families Loved friends And dashed future  Have a philosophical glimpse of tomorrow FOR FREE in the book, I WILL BE WAITING IN TOMORROW by Antanabell Sol.

When you have something important to say about politics, about religion, about life, say it.Your word could be the beginning of a great change.

It costs nothing to find peace Yet it is worth everything

People of my great country I do not promise you much I d not promise your children laptops Neither do I promise your cows digital chips  But I promise you That if you elect me to be your president Eurobond will reach this country Money set aside for elnino will not buy bar soap worth 37,000 while dead bodies swim down stream I promise that my youthful government will consider young and old for appointments by merit Not my buddies and some old political cronies I don't promise you much But I assure you that when I run out of answers I will not threaten your freedom of speech I will not struggle democracy I promise you that in my eyes you will not be fools Instead of tyranny of numbers I will uphold tyranny of reason My friends and fellow countrymen We wont have the division of mwananchi wa kawaida And mwananchi asiye wa kawaida I will love this nation as my mother And every citizen as my brother I will divide the national cake equitably So that brothers stay in peace I will restore

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 direc

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.

The world is a funny place Today a person may love you Tomorrow the same person may hate you It takes something as small as nothing to make all the difference Just like the wind that blows a leaf clean And soon after it caries more detailed dust to the leaf So is the heart of a man Why hold grudges against the wind Yet tomorrow it may carry the rain you so much need to grow Explore

I realized my angel is in love Not with me but another love of her womankind  Her eyes flash light I have never seen Her wings glow for another angel When she is away from home She flies around another angel They lough and love till morning comes Then she comes and lands on my arm as tradition demands Dull as if she has no fire at all I wonder if I should smile or cry For my pixy stirs strange emotions in my heart Jealousy, love, spite and desire for adventure

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