Words Much Like Poetry

Andromeda, Gustave Doré Part of the collection Dues for the Repose: From Words Much Like Poetry  by Wamuhu Mwaura "   Near Joppa, guarded by a monster of the Earthshaker’s lending , I left her chained without hope—for Perseus is long dead , abandoned to oblivion by the fickle beliefs of men —  " [ Kindle Edition for instant reading. ]

"To the Faithful Departed," as a memorial to all that has been lost, is still being lost, and whatever the vagaries and vagrants of this world deem to take, though it certainly doesn't belong to them...

In those quiet moments it comes to me, creeps up to me from an unknown place my innermost thoughts my mind it seeks to mime my cherished reverie without hap to replace in desperation I wallow in phantasms, reaching I grasp for an unextended vine, sucked back within by this murky chasm all I hope for now is salvation divine there are no more dreamless sleeps words fail to give me avowal my grip on reality slips it is only a game played to a foul

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

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

dear child this world has too much hate, selfishness and despair people with nothing else but malcontent in their heart that fuels their passions of vanity you must not bear ill will towards anyone it only consumes you from within turning you into those whom you loath so and paints your spirit with never ending malice do not avenge wrong done to you once it starts, the cycle never ends it mutates to boundaries beyond and blinds you from life's ultimate purpose dear mother it is too late - I am already burned my soul is darkened with hate and the sadism of vengeance I no longer deserve the tenderness offered me the passions in life I long for I am unclean of spirit of hell only destined dear friend hate in your heart is only the hate you bear against yourself for all the things you have done to make you feel unworthy of life healing comes from letting go you must forgive yourself it is impossible I know but it is the only way dear lover I cannot offer you myself I am tainted by my m...

she mocks me as she calls to me taunting me, haunting me her far cry irresistible her whispers the smoke of shadows she veils my tomorrow in dread, tearing my soul to pieces shredding my reason to ribbons of agony, capturing me in a cage of despair the ink in my word is gone the hue in my world is gone the shades in my world are gone the color in my world is gone I stumble to uncertainty, every step the pain of a thousand cries the tears are stuck in my throat, my heart is denied its voice there are snares in my path she dogs me in the shadows, laughing maniacally her minions of lack hope striking at me from the darkness I fear I shall fall and rot in this tunnel I fear i shall never wake, as she owns me forever the agony within lacks voice, as I call for death to take me but I know with certainty, he will not hear me a light that I long for is calling to me and it seems never nearing as I go to it it is my only salvation as she watches me succumb and even i...

as it falls, so will I as it falls, I will stumble as it falls, so will tears as it falls, I can no longer be comforted it is dark, I have lost my way it is dark, did I willingly give myself? it is dark, it swallows my heart it is dark, I grope for light with desperation the thunder sings to my soul and the lightning rhymes with the storm in my mind the grey skies haunt the depths of mine heart sorrow drives me to a place long ago past I long for it to wash away my tribulations its hum to calm my wounded spirit its hush to whisper comfort in my ear its coldness to cool my boiling mind I grope at forgotten comforts frivolous abandonment of exploits past memories of liberating laughter simple comfort of friendly chatter I am unsteady, the earth yields I fall, it betrays me over again it suffocates me sadistically and snatches my warm comfort in its flood suddenly, I long for the torrents to sweep me away from myself carry me to a place of reprieve wrench my soul from this aching husk

he walks the empty filled streets, hearing only the echo of his footsteps amid the thunder of a thousand walks. there exists only himself, haunted by a deep loneliness. an empty heartbeat is his only companion. it has been a year since sadness befell him, and the magic of the enchanted stirred within. how can days be so empty, yet teeming with life? oh how the halls echo in his empty cry. her image haunts him, and agony halts his step, heavy and daunting. she is his destiny, and she denied him he cannot have another, her place can never be filled when will this road paved with pain ever end? the hopes within have withered, there stands only a weeping willow amidst.the future only reveals darkness, he sees not a minute to it.the shadows play pranks creeping about, shaping her ghoulish figure. the air of fairy wood paints her vividly in his mind. he longs for his tribulations to empty forth in a flood, but not even a trickle will oblige him.the coffers of the weeping will offer ...

my muse, my inspiration, the grail from which flows my youth, why have you abandoned me? what has chased you away? I am crippled, limping - my mind travels to the depths of a broken spirit in search of you. why have you abandoned me? all I have left is your residue. I am incomplete. I know not true joy when you are gone. jubilation dies as it bursts forth aborted by pain. I will the ground to open up and swallow me every time I cannot find you. you used to tell me jokes, and hilarious notes. you used to make me smile by myself when you reminded me of pranks past. return to me, only you can heal me. I will go to the ends of the earth to search for you, if that is what it takes. I would tear out this aching heart that locks the door to your prodigal return, but it is where you reside, it is from where you feed my happiness. Return grace unto me, erase this nightmarish agony that haunts my waking moments. whisper distractions into my ear, I need them, this pain consumes my every smile. re...

scripted predestinations equations and revelations bombard my mind, I cannot hold the weight. company bequeathed me, a fresh page of hidden words and mysteries. the quill of life writes unexpected verses, full of anathema and exclamations. destiny and fate, a writ the heavens scribe. my heart stands upon a rail, I am not allowed to deviate from the path. of beauty and fragrance, vanities and sweet palpitations, I partake. the road to agony is predestined. control has been denied me. I am drunk from this elixir, addiction to it will be my undoing. like a moth I am pulled toward the light, my fatal attraction. words tear upon my soul, every letter a stake to my heart. all grows dark, my path a road of spikes. the cry unscythe me before I bleed out release me, I choke at the tether unchain me, the iron burns breath to me, this lack light suffocates me

the ground waves to salute my succulent bliss its accent not without an unheard scream the gauntlet has been served, its rim I will kiss the portal to my waking dream sirens call to me why will that record not cease to repeat? my sorrows chime and won't let me be I will be naught to defeat I go up the upside down stair heaven will be my hell despair my repair will conundrums my fortune tell? The never ending spiral my straight upon the brink tribulations pour up to me across the chasm I need a street darkness boils scalding my glee The path goes straight back to itself sanity dogs me, taunting me to desperation the ladder is too short, and reason stands upon a shelf save me from this labyrinth of desecration!

a starburst does not forget, no matter how bright its flame; it does not burn away the thread of memory. it consciousness, of brilliant orange spectrum, can still envision, with fiery inner eye, scenes of wrenching pain; its feverish epidermis can still sustain hurts; its seething auricles can still drink in insults, murmured in the barest of whispers, insults which echo timelessly in loud orbits, artificial satellites that resist destruction, close as they are to the devouring element.

I think on recent events, all that has happened to the place once called the home of my soul, and despair. the long years have brought on homesickness and a nearly desperate need to return, even more so now, when my heart is crying out for those perishing in abominable fashion. I watch the censured scenes on news broadcasts, browse internet pages full of gore, but, both are nothing more to me than electronic nonsense. no, I want to see for myself the rage, convince my mind that my heart is not breaking in vain, that the people that I long to belong to have truly turned to murder and hate and insensible cruelty. for my mind remains irrationally logical and dismisses that such notions of chaos can occur where splendor lives. and what of those who stand between? children born half of one and half of the other? will they be slashed down the middle so that each corresponding half can fight for whom it belongs? what a tragic legacy shall be left to those who by the Almighty's grace survi...