one love

It is as simple as it is said: one love. Love yourself and pass the love you have on yourself to other people you meet everyday. It's not hard.

It is hard when you don't love your self. It is complex when you think loving that guy or lady with a different colour or complexion is different from you.It is dangerous when you wake up in the morning without a smile.

I love you and you!

the bitter fruit

beauty is my characteristics
beauty was my feature
destruction is my future
sweetness my bitterness

my movement retrogression
i blossom in pain
pain whispers to me
i run and as i run
i was latched twice

my blood jumped out and floated in air
it came back but didn't enter the same place
it perched shyly on my body
i screamed with pain to their joy

their joy say am bitter
cut her off
she is bitter they said sweetly
hmmmm

i am dizzy
i leave bitter
leaving my sweetness

words from a heart

it's 1:34 am
it's cold
cold creeps cautiously covered concretely caressing
can't sleep
my fingers wake up typing unconsciously these words
a frame of you stands shattered in my mind
i wake from my sleeplessness to commute with my mind
there you are
smiling and causing me pain
lit my cigarette
my lungs ache from smoking
but how can i exhale the pain you painted in my heart
we saw that future together
we saw it
i saw it
can't type again
to bed sleepless again
are you sleeping now
i will try to sleep after this stick
it's burning away
my chest aches
my mind aches
.........................

Mr. Mirror

Mirror! Mirror on the wall,
how many secrets does thou hold?

Mirror! Mirror in the bathroom,
are you male or female?

Mirror! Mirror!
would you not tell me how many nakedness thou at seen?

Mirror! Mirrow in the tiolet,
would you not tell me how many bloods have been washed

Mirror Mirror!
allow me a journey into your ears
thus i can hear stories of many past years.

Mirror! Mirror!
tears,joys, fears, warnings to your face
ugliness is beauty
beauty is ugliness

Mirror I wait and think what you know
tell me, Mr. Mirror!

musings

as i move forward
i look backward
as i feel happy
i feel sad
as i feel loved
i feel hated
as i live
i think i will die
as i pursue my goal
ma goal runs away from me
as i look for love
love turns away
the wind whistles empty news to me
i still hear the worlds
the tree lies down by my bedside
it will not grow again
it will wither
my mind is playing in the air
will pursue it in vain
it's lost
as i seek help
i get the other side
i am lonely
but i will talk to the loneliness
it speaks you know

.....Ehm....

Dear Blog Page,

Am very sorry that i left you blank it has been due to some issues beyond my control.

I am back. I have many things to tell you only if you promise me that you have forgiven me. I missed you

Yours truly

A letters to all Bloggers

Dear bloggers,

It has been a while since I posted anything worth reading on this blog page. The reason—there are so many things happening in the world that deciding on what to write about is a difficult task.

However, I decided to call on bloggers to come together and preach ‘Stop the Violence’ all around blogsville and globally. People are dying my friends, chaos is resting peacefully in the corners of the earth and children are the most affected beings of violence.

May I state it categorically that another human’s unhappiness rubs on other people’s happiness unconsciously! When those children in the Middle East cry for peace, don’t you hear their cries? When those children in Africa die of starvation do you think your rosy and robust children’s future is safe? When mothers loose children to avoidable violence do you think you are at peace? Look around you and speak the truth! There is a modicum of violence around you. What are you doing about it? What?

Please join the group “Stop The Violence” on Face Book so that we can help others shout for peace. Safety in America is safety for Africa; safety in the Middle East is safety for Europe. Friends, time is now. Preach against violence because the future is now. Why are we rough “adult” beasts bent on crippling the dreams of the growing infants?

I’ll see you in peace land hopefully in the nearest future.

Your Blogger,

Mike