TODAY’S YESTERDAY

Where flowers grow and dew never goes cold,
Where rivers flow and we never grow old,
Where hearts show and intentions are never told,
Where things are slow, and forever unfolds.

Should love tear* it melts to hate,
A pile of tears on a Golden Slate,
Patches on tears, said too late
A heart on a tear, another’s Bait.

And we stare down on the Heavens,
Reflections cruel deception,
Eight’s bowing down to sixes and seven’s,
Kings and Queens at a slaves reception.

When Fate and will conspire to spill,
All we feel, our realities real
Like Mutton Veal, the truth unreeled
Into Fables and fodder for the rumor Mill.

Staring at nothings yesterday,
Seeing nothing but everything’s today,
Were I brave I’d ask you “Stay”….
Let me love you one more day!

*tear has been used as per its meaning(s) as a noun
©njugunaXavier2012

 

AVER

At last I have found her, at last I am home
The calming whisper of the fir trees,
The ray of sunlight in my bedroom window,
The last mouthful of a fudge cake, I have found her.

The first smile from a child,
When Bob Marley sings,
The quiet moment before sleep,
A pat, a hug, a kiss goodnight.

Like dew on a Red Rose,
An adoring stare from one held dear,
To hear you say you thought of me,
Yet none equates to “I Love you too!”

@njugunaXavier2012

 

THE GREATEST YET

The sun to rule the day, the moon to shine by night
Yet still the moon not as bright,
 When her Earth dances and swirls aslight,
So we’re cast in the darkest of frights.

To Jupiter or Mars,
For Jupiter rules and Mars makes war,
But mightier than they is she whose she,
Venus of beauty, the goddess of Love.

And I as frail without your might,
When time deprives and space divides,
Should tempests hit and age deny,
I beg to stay and die beside.

Aires knows that cupid lies,
I Love you more than I love life,
Should chance provide what fate denies,
I’ll love you still past this my life.

And eons past in a moments cast,
Unknowns may ask who thou art,
In fear and woe and mighty fret,
So shall they know of my greatest yet.

@njugunaXavier2012

 

THE MUCH UNSAID

Even now as goodbye beckons I can smile,
Smile for the many times you my daughter brought Sunshine,
Smile for the many jokes I played on the many un-named,
I smile for I have lived, for the part I’ve played.

It’s not by delusion that I wear this face,
They wonder, they staring helplessly
They getting to how frail life is,
And they wonder why I smile.

I am ebbing, seeing things I never saw before
Maybe the blood in my eyes shades the familiar,
But then again maybe the unknown beckons,
Beckons with promise of sight, of breath, of life.

Wailing? Yes that is wailing, women’s wailing
Now I see, they hold their breath as if afraid to live
They are waiting, hoping, praying, holding their sons near
I am a son, I am a son! And I smile

Men, how they take charge bursting sinews
Sweating, puffing, thrusting, heaving
A ton and a  few men on top isn’t easy to lift after all
They won’t stop, I should stop them I’m almost done.

I lay beneath my beautiful metallic muscle,
She who once bore me now demands I do the same,
Not unlike the much unsaid that weighs on my mind,
The smiles not shared, precious moments cast in normalcy.

For life is but a moment, and in this moment all others have being
The past almost forgotten, the future departing
The people that mattered, yonder’s plans
The road not travelled, my life my legacy.

I want to cry out, voice all they’ll never know
Hold my wife, tell her it will be ok
See my daughters smile for one last time,
If not for these then to say “Daddy loves you”.

The crowd gathers, raising dins and wails and hysteria
But I ebb in silence thinking of a safety belt,
In this here moment, when all that matters is goodbye
All I can do is Smile!

@njugunaXavier 2012

Dear Timothy:
For the many times that silence cloaked our days, for the times you were there and your presence as fact of life, for the days when a pat a hug a meal shared was a gesture of habit.
For those many times unmentioned that now seem few, You are loved, will be loved and never forgotten for those few times are all we have of you and they will be forever treasured.
Rest in peace Timo!
Born: 4/12/1988            Died: 22/09/2012

 

Her Heart

A band plays a song, a song I know
It tells of a heart that now is lost,
A heart of beauty, you might have seen
Stolen from her, thieves unseen.

It tells of a man with might of mind,
A man who seeks to make things right,
With  coaxing words and burning torch,
Lest its hidden in fading light.

This damsel they say, is beauty’s own
Her heart he seeks to make his own,
For bliss she is this much he’s known,
Shhhh! Lest she hears and his cover is blown.

Thus far I know of this here song,
But soon I’ll learn, know the unknown
Before they’re done before they wind,
In these here words, Her heart I’ll find!

©njugunaXavier2011

 

It’s A Cartoon Thing

Hun let’s play a game,
I’ll hunt you down, you’ll let me catch you.
Just like hide and seek,
a Tom and Jerry kind;

We’ll chase after my heart,
Carved within is your name;
You have Flinstone effects.

You’ve got Sugar and Spice,
And everything Nice,
Here’s my chemical X,
Lets Puff with Power.

Baibe YOU and I spell LOVE,
Your Hawt+Me too =let’s make Hawt Babies (duh!)
I call it my ‘Johnny Bravo’ Cool!

Let’s solve this lonely mystery,
Forget the biscuits,
We’ll jus’ Doo my Scooby moves.

Shuga please don’t cramp my style;
Complement my TopCat Groove.

Let me in Hun,
Reveal your Ben 10 selves.
And Handle With Care this Grown Man,
His heart is a Humpty Dumpty affair!

©njuguna Xavier 2011

 

LOST SHEEP

 

Mumbi, see your Daughters
see how proud they’ve become,
they no longer respect their Men;
they argue with their fathers,
tell off and shun their husbands.

Mumbi, oh your Daughters
Have forgotten how to dress,
They walk around with pronounced breasts,
Strut arrogantly on exposed thighs,
Now and then giving peaks at stringed previews.

They have chosen to look like starved wheat stalks,
Hiding their faces behind layers of expensive dust.
Mumbi, your Daughters so beautiful
Long buried their beauty to Death.

You will find them among Men,
Drinking too much, smoking everything;
Sniffing, spitting and talking vainly of things secret.
Mumbi, poor you
Your Daughters forgot how to be women.

They no longer call their children your name,
Nor are they taught our sweet language, its too traditional.
Mumbi, pray for your sons
we’re afraid of what they’ll do next!

©njugunaXavier2011