Shadows of my past
Speeds with rickety legs
To wreak the future
My tears couldn’t dissolve
A chained slave i was
Hopelessly waiting for execution
In a bewailing twist
I beheld awesome sight
A battered lamb appeared
As though a corpse i froze
Love drew the lamb near
As he cuts asunder my chains
The lamb wore my shoes
Held to the rugged tree
I was freed
I was the freed!
Oh the lamb!
Slaughtered in cold blood
His death, my life
A NEW DRESS
A new dress
The outfit of times gone by
The reality of its beauty
Is still vague to me
Will it enhance my splendor?
Or walk me to my grandeur?
Shall I be embarrassed by its flaws?
Its newness contain optimism
Curtail with embroideries of the past
It covers my nakedness not
This dress brings with itself new ideas
And an anticipation of another 365
Positivism is the rule of the day
Until reality strikes the slothful
And the one that plans his life
Enjoys the fertility of existence
To the imprudent I say
Make hay whilst it is bright!
That we, we all
May cloth ourselves in worth!
Hope they say is “to have a wish to do something or perhaps for something to happen, especially something that seems possible or likely”. But it seems larger than that to me. It clouds my understanding, how something so intangible could mean so much. It determines our actions, words, reactions, enthusiasm and motive.
Am collected by my thoughts, am reminded of where I am. I hold on to “hope against all hope” like my predecessor’s in the holy book. A hope of a better future, a hope of restoration of things lost, a hope of light at the end of the tunnel, a hope that heals sores of the heart.
I awake sunrise, wishing the troubles of yesterday will stay in former times and my day will be new and bright like the morning dew, without blemish of the past. I quiver at the thoughts of what my day might be like and all the challenges I may be required to face.
Then it occurred to me that my worries never bring change, and then I cling to a hope so elusive but there still, that my brighter tomorrow is just at the corner.
A hope to elope into the future of my fantasies, walking the walk of my dreams. Carry me on the wings of hope, that I may close my eyes to reality of my tribulations. Soaring far above into the realm of peace and bliss, cloth in ecstasy and joy, assured of an eminent future.
The love she wants to share is locked up in another’s past
It is the virgin love of a forlorn princess
Enlightened by experience
Patterned by memories
Adieu! To those whose pioneered this path?
It seem like a jungle that has never seen a blade
Tangled up emotions
A long lost look
A stony wall she has built
She will say
Today I like!
Tomorrow I hate!
Is there a future for the distressed damsel?
She is too gorgeous to be knotty
But a book cannot be judged by its cover
So also we cannot say all that burnish is gold.
Her smile is gentle and enchanting
Her speech is soft oh! Inviting
Her skin shines like polished wood
Her words are soaked in lies
Her smell is sweet almost edible
Her hands are weighed with Prada
Her sunglasses can feed a hungry family
She beautifies her wrist with a Rolex
She is never carried away
She is gold plated form sole to crown
She talks less and moves more
She treats me as such a king
She meets all my emotional needs
She arouses my every nerve
Causing me to shiver all the way
She doesn’t argue neither does she anger
Calculated she acts like a lion and its prey
Reaching for my purse not my heart
Destruction is her end result