Ten

I can’t quite put my finger on why I called this one Ten but I’m sure it was a very good reason.

If the best is yet to come,

Tarry not a while,

Partake in none, nor mediocre life,

Sail through it with a smile

Let not worry furrow your brow,

Nor conscience twist your will,

For somethings will challenge you from sunny morn,

Until the dregs of winter’s chill

Speak justly of your pallbearers to be,

For they alone will see,

Who weeps with sorrowed melancholy,

And beats her breast for thee

A thousand though may oft times count,

Among your partners, friends and kind,

But forget ye not, the hollow gong,

The ticking hands of time

Yet I say

And nay, speaketh I no lie,

The best for you is yet to come,

So, tarry not a while.

Ten

I can’t quite put my finger on why I called this one Ten but I’m sure it was a very good reason.

 

 

If the best is yet to come,

Tarry not a while,

Partake in none, nor mediocre life,

Sail through it with a smile

 

Let not worry furrow your brow,

Nor conscience twist your will,

For somethings will challenge you from sunny morn,

Until the dregs of winter’s chill

 

Speak justly of your pallbearers to be,

For they alone will see,

Who weeps with sorrowed melancholy,

And beats her breast for thee

 

A thousand though may oft times count,

Among your partners, friends and kind,

But forget ye not, the hollow gong,

The ticking hands of time

 

Yet I say

And nay, speaketh I no lie,

The best for you is yet to come,

So, tarry not a while. 

Yuletide thought

This post might seem a little dated but it WAS in fact written on the December 25, 2011. In the spirit of the moment it was written in, I will now proceed to post this little verse. 

 

A journey we take now at will,

Through biting cold o’er plain and hill, 

But, worry not ye wondering soul,

I’ll keep my Christmas hale and whole.

 

To give credit where it is due, the inspiration for this itty bitty thought came from my brand new and supremely satisfying fountain pen.

 

Day 100 – Softly Slip Away

I stand back and watch you slip away again,

I sit down and think, many a time,
My arms ached to hold you and my heart ached to call u mine,
\First you belonged to another as fair and chaste,
Against that my broken marred body couldn’t stand a chance,
Then you were free again,
\Born fresh to me as ever,
Now I thought in vain,
Now I quite my throbbing minds pain,
\But one again, a good friend comes along,
And yet again, in a fleeting flash your gone,
Leaving me with nothing but reminiscences,
Of happiness with all others but me.
\The ear-piercing phone jolts me out of my stupor,
Once again a simple reminder to me, I’m not a moaper,
I yell at myself praying my mind and heart will understand,
But NO,
Sometimes not love just unquestioned faith that makes us blind.

Day 90 – Futile

Futile

Contained by my dreams I wound you a thousand times,
Images of thick crimson blood rich and dark on my hands,
Fill my skull,
I bury you in a crevice, which has nothing to call its own.
\Surprising the attempt you make to survive when death is inevitable.
You’re verve, I now will end,
Worthless, apathetic and vile,
Stop skirmishing, give up, because,
It now is utterly futile.
\Cussing you I fall asleep again,
Never to wake myself from this serene slumber,
For I have drunk my cup of poison now, I lie gaunt,
No more the world to encumber.

Day 80 – So Simple

Its two. . .I want to stop but I can’t,
My body wreaths in painful pleasure,
My mind is numb,
\Why? When? What? How?
Which was that fateful moment he took me,
Drank my blood, tore my flesh, burnt me whole,
\And yet he seemed to hate doing it,
Why then did it go on?. . .
Why? Why? Why?
\The answer so simple, twas me who let it,
No one but I.

Day 70 – Indian Idle

What if? , an enigma self-contained,
As though to taunt and tease,
of a future untouched unstained,
Why wait for tomorrow,
Or better yet yesterday,
For although it’s now gay October,
you may not wake up today.
\For time has no purpose,
no being, no rhythm or no rhyme,
All it has,
Is its harsh encompassing, charm sublime.
Yet I stay completely perplexed,
And so I shall remain,
For I have nothing dear to loose and instance, nothing to gain.

Day 60 – One Cold Winters Day

Today my eyes gaze out onto a street,

Husbands,lovers,friends on their way,to meet,
\To see that steady relentless motion,
Through the thick of spray and ocean,
\For noble indeed is he who understands,
That simple craving of a long lost man,
To rest in the arms of she whom he loves,
To watch her breast heave with peace,
Like that of a sweet serene dove.
\Birds’ twitter and tweet,
In trees, their leaves long gone,
Still blissfully singing,
Their tender existence tuneful in song.
\The cloudy sky veils twinkling stars,
The slender smiling moon seems lonesome from afar,
Gawking at this I stand stunningly alone,
On small, cramped balcony,
With a solitary man,
I hope to someday call, my own.

Day – 50

Naku Penda Malaika [Love you, Angel]

Smooth tenor surges consistently through my veins,
Gradually caressing every fragment of me that is life,
Slackening my throbbing pains,
For, from this wellspring do I draw force,
From this tune my trail charts its course,
Interlacing into its crochets and minims,
A hewed boulevard rich with pulses and rhythms,
Thank you is all my indebted self can stutter forth,
You have given much more than you could ever have thought,
For now in my eyes does simplicity take shape,
And amore for its own sake.
\So naku penda my friend,
For every part of eternity,
Naku penda with the warmest and utmost certainty.

Day 40 – Blink

Inconsequential or so it may seem,
Like a solitary gold thread in a weave,
White puffs of surprise muddle up a blue sky,
And little drops of heavens blessings come trickling down each eye.
Orange and white blossoms fill up that olive branch,
And outside their home in search of rations do ants march,
Like a twinkle in a mother’s eye,
The sun peeps at humankind from behind the sky,
\Little Salmon fish make their way home upstream,
Fighting in actuality to survive,
Tweeting fills the air and you know you’re alive,
Be reminiscent every morning that you’ve lived and loved yet again,
And go through it with out loss but with inestimable gain.