Petals Beautiful

Matthew 6:25-34

I want to be drapped in petals beautiful
And awe the world, like lillies white and true.
You said, tomorrow my thought I should give not
What I'll drink or sup, or wear at court.
I want to walk on paves of gold,
Where cherubs trumpets golden hold,
The path of my dreams and gifts I own;
I've found the highway to the Kingdom.
I close my eyes and shut my mind,
And feel your nourishing rivers wind.
And there I drink, and there I sup.
Unworded prayers, they call it hope.
Without a care I dance the day,
And love the world, my gifts I spray.
Then you drape me in petals beautiful,
I awe the world like lilly pure.

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2013)

The Essence

In the wee hours of the morning in silence absolute,
I reach for an overwhelming peace nothing can pollute.
I connect with the bed, with the floor all the way to the wall,
With the earth underneath, with the roots and the grass,
The avocado tree out my window,
I connect with all.
I cannot see it in this muted light,
But  can feel its presence,
       I intertwine with its essence.
       I drink it in and I can feel this is, my home.

I move with ground to the fence,
I connect with the house next door,
I can feel the ground connect with the belly
Of that menacing bulldog lying on the lawn.

I feel the existence of the tarred road out my gate 

And I follow her dendritic web wherever it goes.

I cannot see it in this muted light, 

But I can feel its presence,
       I intertwine with its essence.
       I drink it in and I feel that this is, my home.

I follow the road to your house, my love, 

I don't need to use the gate or the door,

I move with the ground to your room to your bed...

And I'm one with the blankets cradling your body, 

I feel one with you,
I caress your smooth skin,
Enveloping you in sleepy warmth,
Separating you from the cold night air...
You... diamond among icicles.
I cannot see you in this muted light but,
I feel your presence
       And I intertwine with your essence.
       I draw you in and i feel, I'm home.

I am one with the ground as it deeps into the sea, 

One with the whale and the tiniest minoe.
One with forest the birds and the breeze,
One with the lion and the hare,
The elephant and the termite, the snake and the dove.

I am one with the sky scraper and Kilimanjaro.
And every machine crafted from the iron of the earth.
I cannot see it all in this muted light,
But i can feel its presence,
       I intertwine with its essence.
       I sip it all in and i can feel this is, my home.

I am the son of the soil,
I'm one with everything planted in her,
Houses and trees,
one with all that feeds on her,
Sleeps on her and leaps off from her,
One with every soul that steps on her.
I am one with all the world.
I cannot see you all in this dim light but,
I feel your presence
       And i intertwine with your essence
       And let the peace flood me.
       I let it all in and i feel you are, my home.

Baby Eagle

Baby Eagle she leaps,
Off the edge of the cliff.
Mama left her no tips,
She just has to fall like a leaf.
And hope the wind will carry her,
By her handles and Tango,
Her wings invade the air,
Her teary lashes tangle.
Eyes shut looking inwards,
Therein slumbers all the answers.
Silents passions, unformed words,
She wont be food for the piranhas.
When she finally she slides
Her eyelids apart she sees
Only the sun is by her side,
High above clouds she soars.

Like the blue

A stretched canvas, a great expanse,

Unending playground, to be you once.
Leaves so green painted on your edges,
Flowers glowing like stars in the hedges.
Two happy souls blending in your hue,
Unbound and free, just like you.
The sun on their skin, the sun in their hearts.
Warm rivers flowing from soul to soul.
One with the trees, one with the breeze.

The Haunting

Haunting my memory,

Haunting my dreams.

Abandoned in a story,

In unearthly realms.

Hit hard on my head,

Half-dreaming on the floor,

Sweet water my bed.

Smitten in my soul.

Sweet water the pool,

Where two roses float,

One in moon full

One in shadow caught.

Pungent Beauty Sweet

Pungent Beauty Sweet

Silky rose notes,

An immortal fire lit

Deep in my heart of hearts.

Ocean wave with no retreat

Brushing on my shores

Diving deep in it,

Carry me to your floors.

Wild unchained sea

I will flame in there

Flow with you free

Pungent Beauty Fair.

The Pain

The wound won't heal
No herb, no pill.
No cage of steel
Nor blade can kill,
The monster roams
He changes forms,
Saliva foams
His thirst becomes
The claws that tear
My love, my dear.
My pain, my fear
And my despair
Can burn a saint.
My strength is faint.
My blade is bent,
My quiver spent.
He's hard to kill
He hides in me.
The wound won't heal
No herb, no pill.
That is the pain
Of being me.

Shipwrecked

My heart shreds

A shipwrecked sail

Twilight fades

A dark, sad tale

I lost my North Star

And my compass ceased

The storm swallowed her

Im lost at sea.

My heart quivers and it grieves

Like a mast in gusty wind

My Treasure stolen by 40 thieves

I fear, all pieces, I'll never find.

I Love Her Like a Pencil Drawing.

I love her like a pencil drawing.
Black shades on white,
My soul out pouring, touring
Across the paper, soaring like a kite.
Criss-crossing lines, a map
To guide me when im lost,
Soft shades, a nap
To calm me when im tempest tossed.
I love her lyk a pencil drawing.
That simplifies the complex colours
Calming the waters where im rowing
Out of the cave to a palace.
She makes me see what I could not
She makes it simple, black and white.

My Love she's like a Rose

My love is like a rose

An inexplicable bloom

Smiling among the rows

All else seems a gloom

An intricate beauty

Interlocked in her petals

parchments writen glory

The best among the daughters

Shining like two suns

Mother earth's pride

I'm most blessed among the sons

To have you for a bride

Torn

Shred me to pieces,

Sprinkle me in the wind,

Let the leaves of autumn

Bury me to the bottom...

Let the winter snow

Be my white casket,

Let my blood be ice,

My heart, my soul, my eyes...

Freeze me and crash me

To a thousand icicles,

Lost in the winter wind

In a place no one can find