Poems from Kenya: In the beginning

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Poems from Kenya: In the beginning

song of the heart.

There’s a voice in every soul,

A song in every heart,

A song of hurt

A voice of comfort

Even the broken sing

The voice breaks the hurt

Changes it into…

Laughter and joy

In me,

The song is dead

The voice, tired

Of catering for my hurt

In spite of all silence,

My song and voice lie elsewhere

In ones hands

Hands of gold

Hands with a golden touch,

Hands of precious love

Hands of tender care

Hands of a friend.

Always there,

To lift my falling bones,

Guiding my weariness through the valley

Healing my wounds

Your touch, tender love,

Shoulder I lean on

Shows your true self,

Friend!!

this is a peak into the stuff i wrote back in the day. hope you enjoy this!!! 

holiday blues

holiday blues, family glue! well, its the holidays that connect the family together. if they weren't here would  be no sharing, caring and what not! the time is here again but its end is also near. enjoy this year and lets meet next year when the blues have set in and we all don' want to go to school or work. with jingle bells still ringing in our ears.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS.
LUV RAY.

ray's attic: the way of the wake

ray's attic: the way of the wake

the way of the wake

Paying the last respects-
No respect!
Eye to eye, you never seen
With the deceased.
Now all hail, all praise, all reminisce
The good times, the laughter.
The great chapter in the book called life,
All read. We take a few minutes!

Silence!
In the heart, the joy,
The peace of the wake,
Awakes the cheer of fresh starts
Without the tick, the tock
Of fear, or even hate!
The new chapter rid of all logs in the eyes.
We love you in the grave.

We lower to the ground,
Some in love, others in hate
And the rest just to spectate!
As the drums get louder,
And the hums overpowered by wails
And tears, some of joy, others of sincere sorrow,
Another part is eagerly awaited!!

Feed the masses,
Their right, their prize for attendance,
For the contribution- none must miss!
Then the tug of war!
Who takes what? When?
And what will be divided?
None in the shoes of the bereaved!
The way of the wake!

people

I’m the girl on the street walking,
Dragging my feet, pausing
Running from me, running from life
This life so scary, I’m scared of the dive
So I run,
Into the unknown I jump,
I pump my fist ahead, make way
I’m coming close to a day I’ll stop running.

I’m the boy from the slum, begging
Looking for a future, searching
For a reason to live, a reason to keep
On the hustle, the struggle, the pain, the...
So I run, into the unknown
I throw away my rugs, pick up the bags
Walk, into a brighter day.

I’m the man of the house, providing
For a good life, struggling
For my family to love me
Dreading the night, not able to close
My eyes, Afraid of what I’ll see
Afraid of tomorrow
So I, gather the courage, stop suffering in silence
Make a difference so I can sleep again,
Leap again.

I’m the mother of five, juggling
Everything in my life, rushing
Late for this, beating deadlines for that
Mouths to feed, deadlines to meet
Kids to mother, a husband to smother
All these needs, only
One me,
So I, gather my pride, gather my tools
Stand tall and be thankful for what I got
Walk tall, stand strong and shove my way
Into a glorious day.

fiendish friend

I was up! i was mad, but it was done

So done. The damage was scaringly bad

Damage had been done

And revenge was at hand

Just one step to and two steps free

Of guilt and fear

The fiend was here, so was the friend

The battle had begun.

Now, this battles different. It’s not between right and wrong, it’s between mild and extreme. When the fiend lashes out KILL! The friend says NO! JUST SOME BRUISES.

Finding the middle ground is harder than when it’s between good and evil. How do you find the middle ground between bruise and kill? You may end up hurting them so much they die later or not cause even a scratch.

Let’s not lie to ourselves, there is no middle point. Its either you do it or you don’t, either you cheat or you don’t. That’s just how it is.

Now, this is where I kill the friend and the fiend. “I don’t need you anymore,” I deal like a woman, I scheme, and hit where it hurts most. if i fail, there’s always the catfight, its epic! There’s nothing more entertaining than a good catfight where none of the girls can throw a punch or a kick. all that can be done is scratch, push, pull hair among other classics.

Its not easy for a woman of my stature to be found in any of the above positions. I mean, it’s me, i throw punches, i kick but i don’t bite or pull hair. I can’t scheme so i wage a war of words-written words, a head to head.