Sunday, December 9, 2012

More Time

It's bound
That's what I've found
It's time based
Not timeless
It's time spent
No time to invest
Time runs
Makes a mess
Leaks out of its space
Time to capture it
And Plug its uncontrollable flow

posted from Bloggeroid

Sort Of...

A sense of lostness
A sort of can't-find-myselfness
A shady blur
Not clearly defined
That says that's me
But again not really

A sense so restless
Sitting behind a thin film of calm
A sense of "foundness"
Momentarily grasped

I am and not yet quite
I was but still the same
I reach and hold back my hand
I speak and cover my mouth
I die but breathe myself to life

posted from Bloggeroid

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Fireworks

Thankful for the dark days
Thankful for the brilliant Sparks
Works like fireworks
How would I see the bright flares
Were it not for the dark
I ride a roller coaster
It may run a little slower
The highs and lows last a little longer
But when I dismount I'll still call it
A heck of a ride
Here's to the darkness
And the beautiful Sparks of light

posted from Bloggeroid

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

What If

What if I stopped writing
And let my breath be the brushstrokes
On the canvas of my life

What if I stopped being concerned with sound
Took in more of sight,
Looked more keenly on the pictures than sylables and words

What if I've been listening more to speaking
Instead of focusing more on seeing
Focus more on what's in my gaze than what's in my ear

Because my ears are buzzing now
And my arms in a carpal tunnel
Got to let go of these words and use my eyes

I'll seek more colour in seeing ,Find focus in all the blurring
Activate a vision, give my wrists and head a rest
From these verbal tests...


posted from Bloggeroid

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Peripheral Vision

Painting a picture and colouring in
Not from the centre
But out from the background
Capturing the shades and shadows in detail
But leaving out forms that cast the image
Seeing the halos of those that be
Seeing the wakes of ships at sea
Following the trail that feet have made
Looking at the ripples after the wind has wailed
I'm painting from the outside...
moving in

posted from Bloggeroid

Heartbeat

Beat...Skip
Beat...Fast
Beat...Sigh
Sugar High

Beat...heartache
Beat...migraine
Beat...no control
Heat...anxiety attach

Breathe...slower
Drink...water
Eat...less sugar
Drop...soda

Mind...and body
Soul...and spirit
Work....together
Click....plug In...and sync
Peace......

posted from Bloggeroid

Kufikiria

Pumzika
Zima hisia
Acha sana kufikiria
Tulia

Ridhika
Usijisukume
Jielekeze
Uchovu isikuume

Imesemekana kwamba
Furaha sio kwa kufanya mengi
Kuridhika sio kwa kupata vyeti
Bado sijadhihirisha kama haya yote ni kweli

Kijana endelea kukazana
Tarajia
Endelea kujipea motisha
Upepo wa maisha itakufikisha

posted from Bloggeroid

Friday, September 28, 2012

MENTAL REORGANIZATION

This is me
This is me in this space
This is me seated
Lucid enough to introspect

This is me
This is me looking at myself
Looking through every thought
Looking at what each has brought

This is me letting go of and accepting self
This is me sane enough
To make mistakes
And laugh at myself

This is me looking ahead
This is me nodding my head
This is me ready to goof up sometimes
Pick things up when they fall apart

This is me focusing my gaze
Listening to the jazz pianist play her best
This is me taking a breath
Getting sane on a tune in my head

This is me seeing clearly
Putting focus to my gaze
Setting a course
Making a way
Determining my pace

This is me
But not just "and myself"


not done yet but its a start...will finish later

posted from Bloggeroid

Friday, September 7, 2012

MUTINDA - ACOUSTIC AFFAIR CONCERT



Attended a concert by Mutinda today at Alliance Francaise titled Acoustic Affair. Not the first time I attended his concert. Wrote about a previous concert in April 2009 when he first launched his CD Matopeni. True as my dear friend summed it all up " Nostalgia" but also enjoyed all his new work that I hadn't heard before look out for one "Pombe Ya Kikombe" nice one that one. Embedded is a video about Mutinda.

" In solitude I find words..and in those words I find my life" Mutinda (paraphrase). NIce concert today...

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Mental Housekeeping -

All around me isn't me
If it were, I'd be
A drunken dancer to a reggae dub
Each move a miscalculated mis-step

This is not me daily dancing in this muck
Every morning shining my shoes to jump right back
This is not me in this mish-mash
Grasping for something just out of reach...I slip

Not me in a trying to be and not being
In not wanting so as not to want enough
Not me disenchanted to a point where
Disillusionment is interpreted as Being satisfied with just not enough

Not me busting my back trying to put my life on track
Not me digging my shoulder in the ground
Grit stuck in my arm
Not me sticking my fist in the dirt

This is not me
Groping in the darkness
Shading my laser burned eyes
From halos and starbursts from yet to be discovered galaxies
Hiding in flickering streetlamps
This is not me pushing against obstacles against doors that should budge.
Only for them to put up a fight
Like they had concrete worked into their locks

This is not me dying inside trying to be alive
Not me lost inside trying to find a right path
This is not me trying to find sight Yet becoming blind
Wait... This is not me
...Or is it?

some formatting isnt working...dont know why... hope you get it. Too tired to keep typing

posted from Bloggeroid

Thursday, July 5, 2012

BARUA


Ink no blots
Don't Join the dots
Look at every word
But not the clauses they form

Draw and paint and shade and spray
Look at every line and every stroke
No need to step back
And look at the forms

Strip and shave label and save Look but don't analyze
See but don't visualize

Received the letter
Sealed and stamped
Mailed and frank
No need to look at whats inside

posted from Bloggeroid

Sunday, April 15, 2012

All about the Weather

Its too cold
I'm wearing two sweaters
Responding to the weather
Like a broken barometer
My spirits low
Like I need a mental stimulant
Is this all about the weather
Coz I've heard about cloud nine
But all these clouds are doing
Is blocking out my sunshine


posted from Bloggeroid

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Sometimes

Its better sometimes
To go with the flow
Sink to the bottom
Sit on the floor
I'm not a hot air balloon
Just a rock
So why try to float
When all I know to do
Is sit at the bottom
Rock with the current
And grow moss
I don't roll
I just rock

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