Words Much Like Poetry

of blue and green, grey and brown, red and white, my city of colours photos taken by Antony Kamau Nairobi City, Kenya. The most beautiful city in the world!

to say I valued you would be a lie to say otherwise would be untrue from among chaos you found me a broken toy unloved and abandoned squeaking aloud but swallowed by imperfection and you made me feel valued once more you I did cherish, though I did not fall for you I was grateful but your wish I could not grant you you fixed me and I could not be as benevolent to you I loathed my inability to rise above my prejudice to say I cared enough would be a lie to say I abandoned you would be untrue the toy you fixed is broken again lost among the dust of destitution a crippled doll limping to desolation a lost plaything in the dark of a deep closet

she had treasure, housed in a beautiful box it was a music box with words of melody there was always a gleam of ivory, before the melodic led to precious she lent me this box, and I could touch the ivory I could feel the beauty of the treasure box so precious the music treasure box the box was smooth and velvet and the treasure, she showed it to me I heard it when I touched the pretty box I have not forgotten the sound from the box the box whose music was the treasure

upon six gems we struck a covenant, to be as one among the chaos of our youth to bond our hearts of jade and azure, to an unlikely perfect graft a mystic of sentiment you were a chestful of gold-lings and shinies the sparkle at the summit of passion found the gentle whisper of a diamond brook but your brilliance hid the crack in your refraction a weakness you hid to preserve my integrity and as you slowly splintered, I motioned you make house with me you slowly lost your luster and I shuddered in silence as deep down I knew, the Gem Maker was calling you home at the failing of shines, we made our vows the imprint of our eternal memory, and the band of six jewels a testament to our union you were broken and I could not mend you and I tried to shine brighter for the both of us but I could not fix your center and you gave up your last light in mine hands image created by Antony Kamau

"We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

to the sainted woman who stands upon the shores of her misconception, and hurls disparagements, guised in canons, for the path I have chosen, I say, "here is my deficiency, my destitution, my dissonance; here are the scars that I carry with pride and resolve, gained of the many battles waged; I survived, though not as you perceive, but with tender heart intact, ever and always the subtle victor."

If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. William Blake.

paeratus what spoils bring you? o shadow of the storm, me thinks there be skulduggery afoot adora's barge sets sail for orgius- passionada's island vaeleria, your face has a ghastly hue.. dark mistress, save me! adora's fairy dust has poisoned my lungs now it seeks to poison my mind! quickly, stand in my shadow and be restored. paeratus and paenae I want adora's barge looted it shall be done as you have commanded, o keeper of the darkness may it beautify you always aelira, take this vial of dark and cast it upon the master, I will conjure a femme fatale who shall extinguish adora's sparkle for all time .................................. I, of a sudden feel a premonition of doom, darkess schemes against me aerotika! the master must never take his eyes of the temptress o my star twinkle, I shall ride a tingle to the sovereign forthwith I am the mistress of bliss, I must feed him the nectar of pheremona caressa, my sweet magical touch, what has you so teriffied? paera...

of affection and passion I cast aside it betrays me at every turn the promise of bliss and soft embrace false and aborted always I shall then only seek to make my own way abandoned by the bosom of companion comfort I turn my loneliness to inspiration upon a writ I pour a bled heart my face set to a permanent frown my words set to a rudeless firmness my feelings shall lack sentimentality as my mind takes on an unforgiving world

by Robert Burns (1759-1796) Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. Speaking silence, dumb confession, Passion's birth, and infants' play, Dove-like fondness, chaste concession, Glowing dawn of brighter day. Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action, Ling'ring lips, -- no more to join! What words can ever speak affection Thrilling and sincere as thine!

Apparently, no, it wasn't (oh, and Antony, this is another tale entirely). Before the Birth of Dear D.D. and shortly after the Wrath of the Red Bird, my heart, young as it was, found its first object to desire. In the grand scheme of things, I spent little time in the pursuit of his affections. And what emotion I bore for him died an ugly death at the hands of a girl I considered a good friend when she betrayed my secret. I cannot be sure how true my reasoning is, but it seems that as human beings it is in our nature to consider those we know who have knowledge of our deepest, sometimes darkest, secrets to be our friends. Those we know who do not share in knowledge of the caged, murky parts of ourselves, we term acquaintances. At the age of ten, the word acquaintance had no meaning, to me it was merely a long, hard to spell word that adults used to describe certain people. And since I knew nothing of acquaintances, all my friends knew my one big secret. The girl who eventually betr...

There is nothing much to the poem, just looking at a lover's embrace in musical terms. I have always been a fan of musicals especially when there is no default sex involved. One fine example would be a classic Hindu movie - there is intense passion portrayed without the necessity of a sex scene. his head rests upon her bosom the heaving, its rise and fall a rhythm of sentiments deep her breath sweet, the breeze a whisper the softness of her cuddle the drumbeats her heartbeat her curves his adventure her soul his quest found to the song the drapes dance to the dance the palm leaves whistle to the whistle she hums the tune of souls united