Rhythmic healing

It was me calling, in the middle of the night
Tired of running, I wanted instead, to fight
Because I was aching, from a wound
A painful cut of betrayal, decades old
Threatening to rip my insides apart

That night, I chose to call you
Because you are aloof to my pain
Which strangely makes you strong
Stronger than I have dared to be
Power over my weakness

You understood; without a word spoken
that, I didn't want love, not that night
I didn't want care, at least not then
I needed healing, and I found it there
In the pounding inside your chest
Your heart rhythmically consoling mine

Rocking me in your tight embrace
Quiet like the snow, yet so warm
Tranquility descended on me
A rare peace washed over me

I hoped that is what forgiveness feels like.

To be wanted

For someone to fix her in a gaze
Is all she wanted.

For that someone to find
Irresistible in her form
Breathtaking in her lips
The milky way in her eyes
A treasure worth digging
A blizzard worth braving

Enough was being said
But she wanted to feel it
In the beat of his heart
As he leaned into her
Arrested…
by her femininity so unique
He would be unable to peel himself
off of her…

He would want her unashamedly,
Unashamed indeed, for he would know
With a knowledge so intimate
That what stands in his presence
Is royal, if not goddess
He would be painfully aware
Of every second lost
Painful indeed, for he would know
With a knowledge so profound
That what is in his possession
Is rare, if not divine.

Slowly…
It dawns on her
This is romantic
Only when it doesn’t happen.

I AM YOU

I look at you and I want to cry

I look at you and I want to embrace you


I look at you and I wonder why

I look at you and I wonder how

I look at you...And it's me I see.


I see you and I shudder

I see you and my mind is in a fit

I see you and I want to hurt you

I see you..and I hate that I like what I see

I see you, and it's me I see.


I think of you and my heart aches

I think of you, and tears overpower me

I think of you and my strength fails me

I think of you and I want to die

I think of you...And it's me I see.


I don't cry much but I cry over you

I think much...

It's you I'm thinking about

I love much, but I never love you

I care much, but I don't care for you.

I laugh much, but I don't laugh with you.

I wish to embrace you though, but I can't.

What I don't understand is my hate for you

Yet...I AM YOU.

By Gatavi

Gypsy love

How do you love the gypsies?

The lovers of many a love

They of a thousand interests

And hundreds of missions

They of many horses

Stallions of many colours

Hues from blacks to whites

Committed to a million journeys

Travelling through dark waterways

Discreet alleys and dangerous woods

They that thrive and enjoy

The comfort of a trillion homes

Abodes on nests and caves

Owning them not, leaving naught trace

Destinations unknown, but arrived at nonetheless

Reasons unspoken, yet understood, intrinsically

Strings unattached, albeit there, unmistakably

Songs sang and unsung, in a single breath

Memories made and unmade, instantaneously

It’s as if they never were but are, still

As though gone but their presence behind, left

Like a vivid dream, tears still rolling

A beautiful sunset, darkness setting in fast

A lovely summer, petals lie scattered

A full moon, a false light

What a beautiful song

Yes...one that reads your feelings so ardour
Of that your desire such splendour
As such it says; it's never a wonder
To have your smitten heart shudder
At the thought of her beauty; such grandeur.

It's a bud; even as it doesn't flower
For they too call it soft, the poplar
It also shines bright, the lopsided star.
The bud is meant to flower, the star to shine from under.
For such is this Lvov, with its tuck and splinter.

As you tread on this your crystal stair
The evening smiling with you as you stare
The pilgrim soul in you so bare
But filled with glad grace- Oh your flower!
Tulip, crocus, violet or rose- beauty beyond measure.

Let not the silken mists blind your eyes
And cause you to bow shyly as wet swans
Be cautious of jealous trouts
Don't hit your toe on linden trees
And beware of the sun's flame-white disc.

Be sure to learn the song by heart
Before you start to flatter and flaunt
It is not right for you to fight
If you learn it,it sounds right.
The sun's flame-white disc will light,
As you pursue your longing by night.


By Flora Njeru

I have loved

Within me I search words to describe him by

But all I manage, is to cry

I go about my life as though he never existed

Though deep within, he never exited

I never loved another or 'felt' loved by another

so in sync as; he and I together

I will outgrow this someday, to myself I think

But no denying that I am weak

I will need the universe in its entirety at my aid

For I am and always will be afraid

To love, have, give, only to lose, hurt and pain

Unless it is him, that I fall for again

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. With this I am content.

It never ended.

So we broke up, Tim and I,

All I do now is dance to the song,

In the safe of my broken heart,

Dripping from my soft lips,

The song that never ended.

Hidden behind this pile of paperwork,

I’m immersed in great sadness,

Engulfed in profound loneliness,

My feet tapping away to the song,

The song that never ended.

All I did Monday evening,

In my delicate shiny robe,

Alone in the empty house,

Was dance under the dim lights,

To the song that never ended.

With every turn, I felt you beside me,

With every step, your silky lips necking me,

With every swirl, was your easy touch,

With every dip, I fell into your loving arms,

And just like before the song never ended.

Misery Business

Strumming my chords of weakness, you!

Simultaneously breaking and making

My heart.

Have mercy I scream, drowning

Beneath the sound of your ignorance

So blissful

I can't, no I won't do this anymore

If I had a choice

I would walk away, into oblivion

so far

from this pain of you, I inflict on me

Cool calm collect, so together, you!

never realising, never seeing

never.

I say never again, ever

But how forever can I stay

away.

I can't, no I won't linger here

If I could

Leave I would but where is my

will,

When I more than need him

betrayal of one's feelings to oneself, of one's head

to one's heart.

My heart, why, couldn't you pick

on one,

One that requites, one that feels

the same,

As I, why, did you have to reach for

what you can't

No I can't, I won't play this games

No more.

Behold Johnnie seats crying

cursing

See Sam outdoes himself phone

call

After call after, why not return

Why

Can't you, you want to but why

Won't you

I can't, no I won't settle for that which

is available

Just because it is, I will pain instead

hoping helplessly that I find, you!

Something is wrong with the world,

My world,

It don't spin right, it don't tilt right,

it orbits

Around all that is so rightfully wrong

as if, guided, misled, directed by a blind

yet all knowing, truth, true north

True, yes true to you, you!

Rest come to me, content please, I welcome

you,

forgetfulness, nothingness

I'd rather die than fight, not,

I want, yet I can't let go of you

I need strength, to unclench

unfeel

I won't, I can't turn off my life support

You!

For what it's worth

I have a crush (Is it still called that long after 12 months)

That will not go away

Feels like I’m in too deep

Have I lost my mind?

I just like talking to you

I like you

That is what it is.

I don’t know how it started

Or when it did

I just know I can’t sleep

I can’t eat anymore

Waiting for love to walk through the door

I wish I didn’t miss you anymore

It is how its is.

What you don’t understand is that

I would catch a grenade for you

Throw my hand on a blade for you

I’d jump in front of a train for you

I would do anything for you

Yes I would die for you baibe

Yet I don’t know why

I would go through all this pain for you

It just is what it is.

There were days I thought I wouldn’t survive

If I didn’t hear your voice

Without that kiss

And it’s been a long time coming

But when it does

I will be here with arms wide open

I’m too in love to let go

And if I don’t try then I’ll never know

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Now I’m running in circles

Going to the start

It is what it is.

When you feel like you are stuck in reverse

Like you

Lights will guide you home

Back to me

And I will be there to love you

Each and every night

And I will try to fix you.

What I should have said

Lets make our motorcycle diaries...

Is what I should have said,

But I never told you I just held it in,

You were in my dreams...

I will have breakfast with you at the Chalet...

Now I miss everything about you

Can't believe that I still want you -

Even after that melt-down

Come to Naivasha with me?

I bought you a gift.

You make it hard to see

Where I belong to

When I am around you

Watch the most beautiful sunset with me...

Yes I will have coffee with you...

I miss your blue eyes

Every time I close mine

It came from nowhere...

You are right we all do...

We all fall short of glory

Lost in ourself

I am scared...

I hate that you put me in this position...

I am not sorry...

At least now I know...

I will never forget

I will never regret

One day maybe we'll meet again

Closer to the edge.

Inspired by: Colbie Caillat- I never told you

30 seconds to mars- Closer to the edge

Courtesy of Meme's Playlist ;)

Our twilight saga

Dear Edward You,

When it seems like it’s quiet
And there is a silence in the darkness
And it sounds like the carnival is over
And as you walk in the crowded empty spaces
And you stare at the emptiness around you
I will be there and you will be there
We’ll find each other in the dark

And you will see and I’ll see it too
Cause we’ll be together in the dark

And if it terrifies you then it terrifies me
Cause I will be there.

Cause if it’s coming for you then it’s coming for me
But I will be there.

And if its panicking you then its panicking me
So we’ve got each other in the dark.

Cause we’ll need each other in the dark.

Yours,

Bella Me.


Words inspired by DJ Tiesto –In the dark.

Your pencil skirt

So you are in love with someone else,
someone who burns within your soul,
I hear you've never felt so alive,
so much desire beyond control.

When we spent summers at the waterfalls
and you said these were the perfect days,
I believed you.
Now you can tell some lies about the good times you haven't had
But I have tongued you more than twice,
and I like it when you tell me to stop,
Oh its turning me on oN ON,
When you raise your pencil skirt,
Like a veil before my eyes.

Well i know that you are engaged to him,
But i know you want something to play with.
I'll be around when he is not in town,
Then I'll show you how you are doing it wrong.
We share the same city and feel the same song
so when winter comes and the bomb drops
don't let me be the last to know
How you are feeling, where you are.

Creation is gone crazy and the TV is mad
Now you are the only sane thing that I have.

Lusts of the flesh

Funny that I wait for my phone to ring
Though I haven’t the slightest clue, what to say to you
I don’t even know you, but I want to say I love you
I want to say I’ll be here for you, I’ll wait for you
Care for you, breathe for you, and smile for you
I do that every minute of the day you know,
Smile for you.

Rub my feet against yours again
Clasp my hand and squeeze again
Embrace me and hold me tight for once
Kiss my brow and find my pouty lips
Touch my stomach and don’t be afraid to feel my heart
I won’t question if you want to go further
I want to find you, be with you
Fly with you to a far away land
Fall in love with you and blow away your mind.

Please don’t make it stop, freeze time instead
Please don’t burst my bubble, don’t make a sound
Let me marinate, just a while longer
I don’t care if you reciprocate, just don’t ruin it for me
I believe, let me believe
I don’t ask for much, just let me breathe
Breathe you in, dream of you, play with you,
Stay with you, stare at you, and sleep with you. Kiss you.

So you know

From Sufi Rabia -

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?

- Rabia al Basri [1]

(Via Arif Jinha)

Ode to Ankh

Dear Ankh,

Since we rubbed feet under the table at that dinner, I haven’t slept much,
Thoughts of you ceaselessly torment me,
Images of you won’t give mine mind any calm,
Possibly it was a fleeting instant,
Perhaps the booze fogged up our judgment,
Or maybe it simply was what it was,
A moment,OUR moment
I don’t know what to think, or what to make of it,
I just pray you have trouble getting shuteye too.

Ever yours,
Xx.

Kiss me?

Back to the beginning of the end
Right where it all happened
Back to the spot where electricity flowed
Bursting with desire, hormones raging
Rubbing feet, beneath the desk,
Daze.

I am here, right at the unanticipated rendezvous
Recreating and reliving long gone moments
Where finally we bonded, our energies coupled
Where our eyes met, and our bodies connected
The pit of my stomach turning,
My heart swollen with anticipation.

I want to hug you but I won’t
I want to touch you but I can’t
I want to kiss you, will you let me? I ask.
You giggle, is that a yes? I wonder.

I don’t make my move
I won’t leap before time
I will hold back, even if it kills me
Till lights turn green, amber is fine; at least it’s not red
Embarrass myself I won’t, show my voracity I can’t
I will hunger with class, am I not a lady?

Something is got to give!

Stay the weekend my love, don’t give up what we have
I’ll make it worthwhile; we’ll drink all the wine
Play by the wild, fly by the wells

Catch fireflies, stare at the skies
At the stars and the lights, in the far distance

We’ll break the rules and rule the jungle
Just say yes and accept the bungle

Eat mushrooms, fly brooms, it’s our honeymoon
Watch Harry potter, forget importance

Get lost in the past, there’s nothing in the post
No one is looking for us, It’s just us as times pass

Lose your watch and clutch onto me
You are all I want, what else do you want?

I Do, I Will, I Have

How wise I am to have instructed the butler
to instruct the first footman to instruct the second
footman to instruct the doorman to order my carriage;
I am about to volunteer a definition of marriage.

Just as I know that there are two Hagens, Walter and Copen,
I know that marriage is a legal and religious alliance entered
into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut and a
woman who can't sleep with the window open.
Moreover, just as I am unsure of the difference between
flora and fauna and flotsam and jetsam,
I am quite sure that marriage is the alliance of two people
one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other
never forgetsam,
And he refuses to believe there is a leak in the water pipe or
the gas pipe and she is convinced she is about to asphyxiate
or drown,
And she says, Quick get up and get my hairbrushes off the
windowsill, it's raining in, and he replies, Oh they're all right,
it's only raining straight down.

That is why marriage is so much more interesting than divorce,
Because it's the only known example of the happy meeting of
the immovable object and the irresistible force.
So I hope husbands and wives will continue to debate and
combat over everything debatable and combatable,
Because I believe a little incompatibility is the spice of life,
particularly if he has income and she is pattable.


Ogden Nash

Walk away or Love anyway?

Truth is:

He has been here, done this; twice before.
There will be no holy matrimony.
He doesn’t need my hand in marriage.
He will never be a father to another.
Mwiba wa kujidunga hauambiwi pole.

Anguish is :

Being alone and lonely in his house so homely,
Falling head over heels for a man guarded to the teeth.
Leaving his wife, albeit a little too late.
To know I will cry every night he is out of sight,
To know without a doubt, no other will ever have my heart.

Courage is:

To love him anyway,
To know that time is a healer.
To live in the moment,
To chase my dreams.

Idiocy is:

To hope things will get better.
To think he will love me eternally.
If I was smart I would walk away,
I am still here so I guess I am not.

Calm after the Friday storm

I don’t know what to feel, the floods washed away the emotions left,
But glad the storm is over.
Of course there is the aftermath,
But I smile for I weathered the storm
I knew it would come, the storm; I saw it coming
But had no way of stopping it, I couldn’t
I am just thankful for the calm after the storm.

I sat and waited, minute after second
Patiently, I watched as he torched
All I thought we had; correction …all we had
Then as if to comfort me, I tell me
At least I dared to dream, about peaches and cream
Of sun and sand, basking, in front of a playing band
Of good times, speaking in rhymes
Counting our blessings, stolen blessings

I was not interested in the war, but the war in me
I didn’t know how to defend myself, but I went to battle
Armed with nothing, but a vest of faith
A sword of pain and anger from a failed union

Walking off the boulevard of broken dreams
My warriors meet his
I see through his blue eyes the pain, the caution, the fear, the insecurity
I hope my wry smile tells of the hope, the chance, the possibility, the destiny

Jumping off the cliff of daunting doubts
His worries meet mine
And I see a ray of sunshine in the Friday storm
For a second there, the mist disappears and the fog lifts
I see the face of man in pursuit of happiness
I am the form of a woman ready for love.