Saturday, December 10, 2011

Double Vision

It fades into the background
And comes back into focus.
Frames my perception
Determines my scope of vision.
This very thinking I hold in the centre of my mind
Often reminds me that I make mistakes sometimes.

Proven myself wrong many times
But these wrong choices have led me to what is right often time
Taken myself to places that left me with many scars
But these scars have led me to seek out beauty in my life.
So just like a coin that has a head and a behind.
Every situation had got a flip side
Doesn't matter how it falls
How you pick it up and choose to look at it is up to you to decide

See...double vision is good sometimes
Two points of focus all in one eye
You might not see things clearly the first time
But as you pay attention
To what matters in your life
All the shadows shift to the background
And all that matters remains centred at the core of your mind.
See how double vision got you this far?
Good...leave a reply...maybe things look clearer in your minds eye


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Friday, November 11, 2011

Time

Time
That skips and skids
Goes out of control
Glides and Collides
And rolls and rocks
And stops

Time
That is not mine
Has its own mind
Ticks and tocks
And leaks
And trickles
And flows
And floods
And clogs

Time
That oscillates and changes
That is bought and sold
stocked and traded
borrowed and repaid
shared and saved

Darn...time just ran out the door
Will finish this when time
Visits again

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Saturday, October 22, 2011

"IDENTITY" Dance Show - 2 November 2011


"IDENTITY" dance show
2 November 2011
Alliance française Gardens - 7pm
direction & choreography
ANUANG'A Fernando

Guest Artist:
Iddi ACHIENG
Nina OGOT
Kamini Thakkar dancers
Maasai vocals group
The Rare Watts

Spoken Words: James ADOLWA

Dancers:
Dashy Crew
- Vick & Renée
Remmy OMAR
Lynette NYAMBOKI
Diana ABOK
Mark ARELLIUS from Netherlands
Sarah nyatunge

Percussions:
Kazungu charo SHUTU

by: Anuang'a Fernando

Friday, October 7, 2011

REGRESSION

Something took my words
And stole my voice
Covered my mouth
And cut the chords
Dumbed my mind
And jumbled my thoughts
Turned my words to muttered retorts


Something took willpower
And turned it to daydreams
Control to restraint
To contained obstructed
constipated prolapsed
displaced


Jumbled mumbled fumbled
words half words no words
Thoughts mixed up afterthoughts
hungover slurred
indistinct blurred

Words...thoughts
unbecoming becoming
less of what is supposed to be
Nothing

MInd lost..no control
Fading erasing
What should be

Reducing..retreating
degrading...degeneration

Frustration

Saturday, September 10, 2011

IDENTITY DANCE SHOW AUDITIONS


DANCE AUDITION
17 September 2011 - 10am- 4pm
Little theatre Club - Mombasa - Mbaraki road

24 September 2011 - 10am - 4pm
Kenya National Theatre - Harry Thuku rd

ALL DANCE WELCOME !
Traditional dance, Hip-Hop, Kramp,
Lingala, Jazz, Chakacha,
Contemporary, Waacking, House dance,
Gully Creeper, Break dance, Popping,
Urban dance, Indian dance…

2 minutes per dancer !

Dont forget your Musik !
info@anuanga.com

Friday, August 19, 2011

Unfolding

I am
An unfolding
Of something so apparent
That I can't yet see
I am a becoming
of what I already am
A process that's just beginning
already at its ending
Becoming and being
starting and finishing
closing and opening
always continually
Something that's nothing
That is and isn't
Thats known...a mystery
Thats me

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Temporary Enlightenment

I opened my eyes that day
And realized I hadn't had a
Wakeful moment in many days
My actions set to autoplay
Missing out on the uniqueness of every breath
It's not now not all the same
But how soon am I going to forget
This consciousness that unconsciously slips away

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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

THIS

This...
I knew what to do with it
When the dark curtain fell
l'd grab a pen
Let out every heavy word
Till I felt light again

It's a long time since I felt like this
So now I sit with it...
let the heaviness stick until
I am not able to
Cough up the gooey gruff.
I've burned too many notebooks
Dammit! I'm too old for this

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Monday, August 1, 2011

COUNTING

Nine days that were and now aren't
Days counted as mine but now with a corporate stamp on them
Should scream my head off but I'm ok with it
That's just the way things are in this workplace grind
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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

OLD HABITS DIE

I should have been writing but havn't
I should have been logging but didn't
Now its become harder to type out the words
to pick up a habit that was and now isn't


Picking up an old habit
One word at a time
but at the moment it looks like
Old habits die - and its hard

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Hey! I'm still here!

Just to let you know this blog hasn't died yet. Imekua mda mrefu lakini bado niko. Asante sana kwa wote ambao wanaendelea kutembelea blogu hii.

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