Ever Burning

 The mystries of my existence
Are written in your eyes.
Your face an ancient scroll
only written for my gaze.
You sail me through constellations,
The foundations of the Universe,
The fabric of the Earth.
The hieroglyphics of your features
Tell a story on I can understand.
You show me worlds I've never been,
Realms I long to be in.
You take me there.
I see you.
I feel you.
The reason for my songs.
Your voice, music to my ears,
I care not for sense,
The soothing sound is all I need.
Windows to our soul
You ignite my soul to a fire.
I am alive,
Through out all of existence,
From the cradle of time,
I feel alive,
When I look into your eyes,
Ever burning...

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2017)

Oceanfall

Take a leap off the edge 

of an Oceanfall

chasm full of empty, swallow me 

I want to be yours 

I'm your all, cradle me.

Terror shut in my eyes,

Don't crash me on floors.

Tell me with your thunder roars

The secret of your fall 

Fly me through your rainbows and 

Lend me your oars.

I want to be you 

I want to flow free.

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2017)

Stars Cry

As they fall from the sky.
A dart, a dash
A burst, a burn.
White hot ash;
An angry spurn
Of diamond dreams
And heartful screams;

A warrior lost
In search of foe,
Tempest tossed
In whirlwind war.

Stars cry
As they fall from the sky.
Split apart in spiteful ire,
Disunited deep in space,
A rage of raw tears of fire,
As they yearn for bright embrace.
A shooting star, a night benign,
Covers up this harsh design.

A warrior searches endless realms,
Searches corners of the soul,
Deep within, beyond the beams,
Finds the foe and all the foul.

Stars cry
As they fall from the sky.
Etching pleas across the night,
But sparks of glee in two young eyes,
"I wish I may, I wish I might
wish upon the shooting stars,
I long, like you, to be whole,
To rid in me of every ghoul.”

A warrior holds the weapon firm,
Eyes burning wishing like before,
To reunite with all the flame,
Burn bright like Star once ever more.

 

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2020)

Goodness, a mask we wear

Goodness, a mask we wear.
Wolf or fox or bear,
Or snake with toxin spare,
We be when folks don’t stare.

Goodness, for some depend
On whether their ill end
And shadowy underhand
The others comprehend.

Goodness, for some a string
For puppeteering
And undeserved solace bring
To childish hungering.

Goodness will erase
It’s dark mischievous ways
Even from the trace
Of one’s own inner gaze.

— Tichakunda Michael Majena (2023)