Tuesday, May 26, 2009

FIKIRA

Kumekauka!!!
Fikira zimepotea
Nimefikiria
Nimejaribu
Nothing
Hakuna
Blurred thought
groping in the dark
Giza

James D. Adolwa 26/05/2009

Thursday, May 21, 2009

ME

I don't understand this
Maybe I am not supposed to
I know I should be
The custodian of my thoughts
But my thoughts
Are taking control of me
Or are my thoughts me
And not just a part of me
Do my thoughts make me
Do they feed the real me
Is this me
Or is this the thoughts I think
Can I seperate myself
From these things
These thoughts
Or are they me
The substance that makes me real
These things...thought
This thing...me

James Adolwa 21/05/2009

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

SPIRIT OF THE SONG

Sunshine
Shining
Brightening my dark skies
Painting in
Colours that sing

Rainbows
Bowing
Honouring the music
The rainfall brings

Showers
Drumming
Making a rhythm
Inviting
The birth of new beings

The wind blows
Humming
Melodies of mercy
As the trees
Wave the harmony

The seasons
playing
Natures new music
With spirit of each song
they sing

18/04/2001
James D. Adolwa

Monday, May 18, 2009

THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO CLAY

The potter sits at the wheel,
He takes a ball of clay and throws it.
As he pedals the ball begins to spin.
… a light touch.
Through his hands he gives it a part of his life.
With his hands he tells the clay its life story
He whispers into its ear its destiny.
The clay responds
It pays attention to the words
…spoken with the potters hands

"I believe!" The clay seems to say .
"Make me what you want me to be."
it is transformed.
Then the potter squeezes the clay
and mashes it up.
The clay wonders why
The potter takes the clay in his hands
and starts moulding
all over again.

“There were some flaws
..I want you to be perfect.”
With his hands the potter says.
He moulds, makes and creates.
“What an awesome possession you will be.
I want you to be able to withstand the furnace
…though you look pretty good
I cannot yet use you
You have a special work
So l'll perfect you
I'll make sure I've loved you
held you, moulded you
then you can work for me
Right after you've gone through the flames.

12/04/2001 James Adolwa

Monday, May 4, 2009

WHAT IF...WHAT THEN?

What if I was a star
That crashed right into earth
With my light now turned to dark
And the glitter into ash

What if I was a moon
That lost its glory too soon
Thrown to earth as junk
Because it could not do its work.

What if the earth is a junk yard
For all the universes discarded and disused
Where would that put you?
Wouldn’t it leave you a bit confused?

James D. Adolwa
21/2/ 2002