i know a brethren.
he's become a fantasist
because he's lost all hope
even in the simplest form of a dream.
Oh, the darkness he sees
when he shuts his eyes-no vision.
The cold that he meets
when he touches his heart-loneliness.
Beknownst of the fact that he's lost his soul,
He speaks out loud only to hear his echo respond.
i know a brethren.
Larger than life,the experiences he wishes himself
High hopes and dreams,
He has value for his life.
The warmth of his smile,
and the spark in his eyes-elation.
The courage in his voice,
and the way he takes each day after the other-determination.
With his mind set on what he desires deep in his heart,
Like the free spirit he is,he lets his soul wander.
All writes reserved to the poet J.kinoti.M
Copyright Feb 2011
Have you ever met someone who felt like they knew so much? KNOWLEDGE is king! Yet sadly and ironically, royalty isn't gained. But we all want to feel like we can relate, like we belong to the lineage, that we're all descendants of Solomon... WISDOM comes with age-thus many believe. In fact, you have come to hold it as fact; "Kuishi kwingi kuona mengi" Isn't that what they taught and told you? EXPOSURE is independent of the age and time anyone could ever spend treading on this earth. But they never brought you up that way. They warned you of thinking otherwise else you'll go astray. That is where you go wrong-when what they've told you, you have come to BELIEVE. [A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses, but it is an idea that possesses the mind] So they've confined you in a cocoon. Took your will, so there lies no way; Stole your sleep so you cannot dream any more; Broke your wings so you cannot fly high. Thus the sky being the limit, remains as just that-a phrase, a target never to be reached-a fantasy.
So let us PREACH, that which they never said at that crusade; TEACH, what we'd never hear in the confines of four walls; TELL what their minds have held for so long, yet their lips wont utter.
THIS IS, to the old man; that cunning jackal clothed in sheep-skin, preaching fear disguised as wisdom to the young with a hunger for more. THIS IS, to the girlfriends; those women filled with pride and personal vanity [often mistaken by their peers for class] that endeavour to reveal deceit characterised in false love, even where true love prevails in the good girl's relationship. THIS IS, to the people; those that have been cheated so many times that they now believe the truth doesn't exist, so they don't see a man of wisdom, nor a woman with vision-they see another politician-no distinction!
we're THE YOUTH, FREE yourself from the norm!
He's poor, She's rich. He's clever,
She's dumb. He's right-She was wrong!
He's smooth, She's a whore...but look in
the mirror, who are you?
kinoti
Is it not because of what i see
that's why i feel?
i mean, this is me, this'
who I AM;
human! is to error
Yet i give myself up, the sacrifice.
will he accept it? see past the blemish?
My grandma tell me i cannot accept
who I AM;
living in the present, while i pain from the past.
Dark days.. tense experiences.
Horrid images i see each time i shut my eyes,
each time i looked in the mirror
questions lingered;
Isn't this who I AM?
No! No!
More fresh wounds and cuts
blessing and a curse, less blessed than am cursed,
that's what i feel
I AM;
a gift from the gods!
cast on this earth, these wretched grounds
always towing chains, enslaved by the angels
no man deserves me!
All writes reserved to the poet J.Kinoti.M
Copyright. 7th March 2011
