Philosopher's Pen

I like the word yes especially when it is followed by an exclamation mark It makes me feel like I am about to express an infallible truth So I will begin this with it Yes! I have written love poems That have fermented waters to be sweeter wine than the one in Canna of Galilee I have concocted tales which have poisoned the minds of lovers and left them looking at the moonless night like senseless cabbages I have written about the touch of a woman and the entry of a man I have written about the modern Eden and how people pride in picking fruits of their choice without fear of a supernatural visitor I have written But nothing yet feels like the truth about love of a man to a woman This confusing feeling that naturally made Adam fail the first test set for human race Let me remember well God asked Adam where are you The He answered, "I am naked" What have you done? "This woman you gave me" I am not sure if he answered the second question right But

Where there is love Even just a small grain of love There is God All powerful God

He opened his gaping heart All the wounds of hurt young and old glaringly stared Maliciously festering, sipping vitality softly and unnoticed His whole being feeling septic and pigmented People called him yellow  because of emotional jaundice No one knew he was in pain Self-inflicted some inflicted by others He feared no one could understand, n ot even his mother,  They believed he was born coy and meek He wished he could unleash his fire but he felt powerless, helpless and hopeless  So he kept it to himself even though life was oozing out of him fast Kept it all in the closet of silence wrapped in the cloak of darkness that he seemingly held dear Believing the cloth kept he safe once all life was out of him  Finally, he secured it behind a seal of broad smile Yes! He was sick He knew it but he did not want to be called mad For sick he surely was but mad he was not He knew he could be cured  Without cure was the after math of the cure which is his family doub

I am passing like every other element of air But like wind Humanity will remain Everything that matters may not matter after Though they will be seen in the after ripples of my choices Even if I had a million children in my name Only one life I would live And only by that life will my judgment come in this life and after It is my wish that I be the first by heaven’s door But in this life A name that can give hope to my folk would suffice So my life I live for a legacy A name for tomorrow Hope in a heaven not yet seen

If you sing songs And your songs are sung Would they have a meaning? If you danced And your dances are danced Would they have a meaning? If you lived well And your life is lived Would it have a meaning? Would it have a meaning if it goes with the wind? Would it have a meaning if your marks on earth were erased? Would it have a meaning if you were not remembered?

The future isn’t yet it is It is all we have Without it there is no sense

I know what it means to suffer in silence I know how it feels important to keep your suffering to your self Not wanting to share what you feel inside And so you start to smile because the whole world is smiling Not wanting the world to know something is wrong with you Because that is what you feel I know how it feels not to feel understood Feeling like you are standing alone without shelter in a cold windy day I know the feeling of wanting to move far away To start life a fresh Cut off all the past I know how scary that can be too I know that you need to talk How important it can be for you Most importantly I understand your pain

You are the one I think of when I am blank When I am happy you are the one I call I think of you when I am sad I pour it all on you And I feel it is all right I call you when I reach a problem's dead end Together we find a way to move to the other side of the wall With you I feel like the lake Galilee When Jesus was calming the storm You are my rain maker You make me feel hope You are the cloud that causes my worst storms When I know that I am the reason you are shedding tears I feel so comfortable beside you I can sing off key But it is all right because I wont be judged I can talk and talk Be sure that I will be heard I can keep the quiet of a grave And not be scared that it will be heard wrong Yes I can be headstrong Then we will fight and make peace I can be fearful when you are scared And we will curdle together I can hope when you have lost hope And you can hope when I have lost mine For that is how we become better You are beautiful to my eyes and

Mama From where did you get your heart When I look at your eyes I see the love of God When I feel your breath I feel the breath of God Mama From where do you get your smile That when I accidentally hear the sound of your cry You turn to me and all I see is your lovely smile Mama From where did you get your backbone That never got tired of carrying me But still supported a water pot on your head Mama From where did you get your patience That watched and waited for me to grow Patiently weeding out my mistakes of puberty Forgiving me like they never were Showering me with love even when I felt least deserving Mama you are a lesson from God

May be it was love I am sure it was not lust Maybe it was this madness that pushes men The love and want for things out of reach I wanted her with all in me It seemed like she loved the play Watching me weaken for her Watching me want her I knew this but never wanted to stop I wanted her more and more More and more she had her fun I wanted her not for pleasure Not fame Not for glory I wanted a friend of her Someone I could trust A friend I could be weak before without fear Someone who allowed me to be human And not terrified to be one But she wanted a man Someone who could stand above like a cloud on a hot day Who could rain on her storms and thunder when they disagreed Someone who could subdue her Make a humble That is what she wanted But that is all I never desired of me Neither did I wish it for her I wanted to be honest Guided by the truth Truth sweet And truth that hurts Only truth I could trust Not some weak girl

I understand why the face of the sky is blank and blue Glaring at the world of men Watching a thin thread of wisdom trying to hold the fabric that is mostly foolishness Studying without stopping the consequences of choices   How humility raises men And how pride crushes them down Grinding them as fine dust before being swept like chaff in the wind Scattering the small pieces of brokenness to the air Leaving desperate men holding to hope when there is no hope Wisemen living blindly h oping to see For with wisdom a wareness of blindness is a deep sight You can read more philosophy i nside poetry in this book and other work by Antanabell Sol.

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