A Lie Sat On The Tongue

 A lie sat on the tongue

Whispering sweet seduction 

Offering garments of wind to cover the shame

A lie sat on the tongue

Battering for it's day

A wisp of glory for a moment

A lie sat on the tongue 

Heating it hosts

With throbs of desire

A lie sat in the tongue

Relief for a moment

The hero for a time

A lie sat on the tongue.

3 Times I Stood At The Door

3 times, I have stood at the door to fame 

3 times, I have taken a turn and ran

3 times, my heart said no and it was known

At the landing, I turned

The shadows behind the lights

Shot their eyes through the veil

At the threshold, I turned

Behind the applause was a sound

Much too close to a moan and a sob

My hand on the knob, I turned

It was too cold to the touch

The flashing lights, devoid of life

3 times, I have stood at the door to fame

3 times, I have taken a turn and ran

3 times, my heart said no and it was known

And still the lights are calling

Perhaps this time beating with the pulse of life

Perhaps maybe, this light will be true and not a train.

Beautiful things don't talk

Life is fun, life is Interesting; life has its ups and downs. Here I will share random stories, short and long. Some poetry… who knows maybe even music. Lets share and talk about anything and everything. So here goes my first anything and everything.

So the other day I need to make a run to a nearby neighborhood. I don’t drive. I am terrified of the road if I’m the one behind the wheel. So I walk to the matatu stage and wait for a jav. Then, across the road I am blinded! It’s a man… with a braided beard so long it’s down to his belly button area. It’s a pleasant ‘ride’ for the eye, his chest is well toned and that tummy is clearly firm beneath that grey muscle shirt. Oh this man knows the point of his braided beard is not the beard, it’s to show off his toned body! This perfect upper body set around the braided beard is crossing the road, it’s on top of faded denim, also showing off the well toned legs carrying it across the road, actually this thing is walking straight towards me! So I look up to at least mark the face that sits on top of all this just in case something stupid happens. The face is looking at me, fat me! Dang, I think it noticed I was watching! Oh dang! I don’t like talking to people who look like something I’d rather paint so I got into the next jav quick fast and in a hurry.

My experience has shown me that when things you’d rather paint talk, things don’t go well. Either what comes from the mouth is quite disgusting and cannot be unheard. Or you dare give them time and they go ahead and destroy the thought that they are good enough to put into perpetuity by way of paint, carving or even words. So no, I do not talk to things I’d rather paint, they break my heart when their mouths open. Thus they remain things, to add a person spoils it.