Remember, remember this

Think of your wish.
Remember, remember this.
See nature at your doorstep
With a hunger to ask for more.
Know that sunrises are more precious
when you tend to wake-up late.
Believe that belly-laughs are powerful
Enough to break down walls.
Embrace your large family tightly.
All are brothers, summer sisters now.
Understand that love is never waning
as you give it free as breath.
Hold on to this in those dark nights,
Being so far from this home.
When the questions seal your lips
Think of your wish.
Remember, remember this.

Question

How is it the silence breaks;
Why my hands no longer shake!
Who can know and honestly say
Where she is passing on her way.
What does the absence speak to thee
When these question marks completed me?

Wordsmyth

No word I speak marks word on page
To pronounce what hopes I wish to say.
I would read you poetry if you knew
how much each lyric heavy-hearted weigh.

And people say I read to much
I look for a world beyond my door
And yet no matter what I read
I am still longing for something more.

Perhaps I hold too much tragedy
For tonight I read the saddest lines
When even true love I see can fade
And every fair sometime declines

Yet somehow I love with words so deep
Words of gladness and not of woes
But how my cheek still blushes pink
to think of my love as a damask rose

Words and pride are all I have
when all I breathe is breathing you.
Still I doubt the words upon my lips
Because reading words can't make them true.

Countless volumes cannot help me now
Though countless, say I, is love for him.
Shamed am I to lay down love
And wake Diana with a hymn.

And all my words from borrowed ink
can't spill the secret no one knows.
Three spoken words from tongue and lips
can speak to you my heart's true prose.

I find the choice is mine to make
or to sweep under the rug beneath.
Shall I make our story a happy end
or a happy daggers bitter sheath?

Poem to a Mute Woman

I tell him
I'm just fine
When I speak no words
that you can hear
I write poems
which you don't read
that call out love
for you.
Will I ever
find
my
voice?
And stop being
Mute
Mute in love
So obvious
Until then
I'll wait for that day
That day when I will
Speak.

The Hole

Digging down to make a life,
I dug one hole and named it.
I stayed at the edge of the hole,
Waiting calmly, yet impatient.
Weeks went by and I forgot
The hole I christened awhile back.
Until I embarked out one day
To follow along a lost one's track.
And though I was the only one
Who named the hole I fell into
Too long ago I named it "love"
And so I fell for you.

Glass

I.

Breathe your life on the glass.
Write her name in the mist.
Question your hopes while it fades,
Clutch your heart inside your fist.

Your brown eyes have seen so little
Comparably, your right brain knows so much.
Still you unearth your dirty doubt
of a soul you couldn't touch.

While your tenacity keeps fading,
like the mist upon the glass,
You continue to ponder loves validity
if indeed it too shall pass.

Wonder aloud I beg you.
O please wonder this to me.
Allow me to be the friend you needed
That your lover could never be.


II.

Beat your chest in mourning.
Give up on love forgot.
Maybe one day you will realize
That all you've given is for not.

But no friendly words can matter
and no touch has felt the same
for you to regain your heart
from its totalitarian claim.

Now her name is gone for certain
from that sallow window pane
But when you see her face before
You shall breathe it out again.

All I ask is for the message
Not on windows but in voice.
Tell me how she made you fall,
whether it be force or choice.


III.

Shatter the glass with your fist.
Yes, the one that holds your heart.
Then release it upon the world
So your new life can start.

Amandla

Paint my mantra on your wrist
to transform the current view
of my weakness in your eyes.
You won't question when I'm through.

Sing Amandla, in a foreign tongue
Hear a chant from long ago
Amandla, memeza amandla!
The seeds of strength I sow

Welcome to my free-land.
Grow grace, pick peace, plant power
To stand up to fear and submission,
A law for hope and not cower.

Sing Amandla, a lover's cry
Dance in the flame of calling
Amandla, memeza amandla!
Through time of trouble falling

Until my declaration dies
among the embers of the past
My grip is unwaivering.
Amandla iculo ami at last.