tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90317544086197111512024-03-13T23:50:32.350-07:00DREW POETRYWelcome to my Poetry and writing blog, I am glad you stopped by:)
I do Poetry and pieces of writing, just for fun and self-growth.
I write for existence, just like breathing.
"Creativity is the engine on my quill"
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.comBlogger248125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-78878459948210979982017-07-06T07:32:00.002-07:002017-07-06T07:43:54.339-07:00"NISAMEHE" - "FORGIVE ME"<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count of the strands of hair on your head, and I'd spend the rest of my Sunday afternoons counting and recounting those strands. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Gone are the days when, after work, you'd take off your suit, sit on my laps and whisper, with a soft giggle, deep into my ear canal, <i>'Interview me honey... Let me show you my credentials'.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Those days when rain was the background noise as you sank your teeth deep into my skin, and I would groan softly from the itchiness of your sweet poison from your fangs, grabbing a fistful of the sheets and sinking you deep into my chest. Those days that I would run from the storm into your mushroom, and still, they'd be much room left for our two hearts, beating with the same symphony, and love floods. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I can't truly explain the hole you left in me. It's as big as the skies. It's big, enormous and with no ends. It's blue and sometimes dark, and cracks with thunder. I mean, you are the lost button on my poshy tuxedo. None can ever take your place. You are the mineral water I initially bought with the drinking bottle, refilling with tap water doesn't restore the same feeling. None can ever replace you.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Darling, I'd make myself some sandwitch, but I can't. I am missing one piece, one side, of the bread. You. Say you are coming back, that I'd mop the house, wipe the panes and fix the fan. Please, <b><i>'niambie unarudi', </i></b>that I'd spread the bed and place a rose on the empty vase on our dining table. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The last time we spoke on the phone, I heard your heart crushing and your soul dying. Forgive me honey. Let me plant back and water the young rose plant that I once stupidly uprooted. <b><i>'Nisamehe'</i></b>. Come back darling. Give me a chance to fix my own wrongs, because, you forgiving me prevents me from burning in hell, you coming back prevents me from dying and you remaining by my side gives me life!</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-17828414688888810702017-07-03T07:54:00.002-07:002017-07-03T08:11:59.968-07:00"IT'S NOT TOO LATE'<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">How did we end up here? How did we abandon the good and chose to abide by the wrong? Where are the days when older women portrayed motherly images and older men were father figures? Where did it all go wrong? Why are the youth so mislead? A lost generation we truly are, and I hate writing about this. I'd rather be writing children stories but I am appalled by the truth and the reality of the world we're living in. The morals we left behind because we felt that they were heavy for our new generation souls, then we picked up regrets that will forever weigh down our hearts to our graves. Why are our irises so dusty?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Long gone are the days the elderly would lead the youth not mislead or mock them. Long gone are the days humanity lived. Long gone are the days we had lively conversations with our loved ones. Now, we sit with our devices following other peoples' lives on social media, forgetting our own. When will the stars rain down on Earth and end this filthy world? Am I insane to have fear within myself, that one day I will be expected to be a father and raise my innocent kids in this nest of serpents? Is it any fair bringing them up in a way I find right and upright, just to have them and their innocence snatched by the world, a place where everyone else quenches their thirst on the venom from this serpent called 'The World'? Am I the only one worried?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">They once said that <i>'What's intended to happen will'</i>. Murphys law. But then, <i>'One thing leads to another'</i>. The Butterfly Effect. If we made wise choices, If we loved eachother, If we lead eachother, If we helped eachother, If we lived by the light, by the right and by the truth, preserved humanity and our morality and understood that we aren't characters in this story, but the authors to it, then whatever we chose to put down, would've been a beautiful story. But then, it's not too late.</span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-35753138439666713402017-07-01T15:09:00.000-07:002017-07-01T15:09:01.833-07:00"SHUT UP AND DIE"<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Stab your chest, kiss your cheek, "Shut up and die",</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Die by the truth, you little prick! You lived by a lie!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My head drops from my neck, rolls down my chest,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Will not give for what you take, milk dry my breast,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">To you, I am a lake, and taking is what you do best,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The green, you rake, to me, leave the dried up rest,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It was my bloody mistake, that, I gave you the best,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Now, you're a snake, coiled up inside my only nest!</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Shut Up And Die"</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Drew Poetry</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Dismissed your act on stage, uh what an appalling voice,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">You're dragged into this? No... You're drugged, into this,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If patience pays, your pledge. It is time to earn my wage.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">We could've done better if we'd rehearsed well backstage,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If not in a bottle, then, we can't hold this genie in a cage.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span> <i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"If Not In A Bottle"</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">~Andy Mwalasha</span></i></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-32788714204905703102017-05-26T10:39:00.000-07:002017-05-26T10:39:02.272-07:00"UKUTANI - ON THE WALL"<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tone baharini,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Kilio, cha pili,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Chozi sakafuni,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Jichoni, pilipili.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Wazo kichwani, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Shairi, kiswahili,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mwanzoni utani,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tena, kisha hili,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Yaweke ukutani,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Kwani yastahili. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A drop in the ocean,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The second cry,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A tear on the floor,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Pepper in the eye,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A thought in the head,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A poem, Swahili,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A joke at first,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Again, then this,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Put them on the wall,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">They deserve it.</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Ukutani - On The Wall"</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Drew Poetry</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I will take you to the Atlantic coast in, Virginia,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Will you be my 'Puella' my sweet, sweet Latina?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Ride on the sand in a cherry red, Ford Mustang,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Lick the honey on your lips, O Lord, my tongue, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'll sip milk, from the coves, of your closed eyes,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'll rub myself on your skin, till my shadow dies, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Sink myself into your soul, tease you to find me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I will do all that for you as long as you love me! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">~Andy Mwalasha </span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-18262487501280707992017-03-24T05:00:00.001-07:002017-03-24T05:12:47.134-07:00"HE ONCE MET A LASS"<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">He once met a lass, so fine,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Told himself, <b><i>"I'll make her mine."</i></b> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She brewed him the best honey, </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And made all his days sunny, </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But would sting him like a bee. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Had a pet name, called her, "<b>Bee</b>",</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Played her melodies on soft piano,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJHg9EqnM2_u1QprqLkFTfwwndoAu5no-Rn58YMYodo67YfiCiOg_sbY0lUhykSid9VJ6DRz1njbPUM72Y2xm_Smj7d3PHPNIoDmtvRFNRU7nREt1XY1fZtNUf49HIVFKS3W5uoSPhRcG/s1600/e9c354d816a22109e3084405f4695ec8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJHg9EqnM2_u1QprqLkFTfwwndoAu5no-Rn58YMYodo67YfiCiOg_sbY0lUhykSid9VJ6DRz1njbPUM72Y2xm_Smj7d3PHPNIoDmtvRFNRU7nREt1XY1fZtNUf49HIVFKS3W5uoSPhRcG/s320/e9c354d816a22109e3084405f4695ec8.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Wrote her <b>P</b>oems, bold<b> P</b>, I know,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Always sung her a song, "Please, <b>Believe</b>",</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And one day, she packed and left.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">His poor heart was left, a cleft,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Got it wrong, thought it was "<b>Bee leave</b>",</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well, she did terribly, <b>misunderstand</b>,</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">His words craving for what he once felt.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>~Andy Mwalasha</i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A picture in my hands,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> s</span>lightly over two<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>decades old<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. </span>A baby tightly calm, in arms,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> m</span>y eyes grow wet and cold<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A </span>tear splashes, onto a fold,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>on the picture's surface,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>onto my tiny infant face.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Taken few minutes after birth,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I</span> have always been told<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. </span>With my innocent eyes closed,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> a</span> tight grip on my fist hold<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>If I could ever have back,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>that moment in the picture,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>I would try, not to cry.<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> I</span> would smile back at you, mother,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> a</span>nd high-five you, father.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You rocked me on your laps,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">w</span></span>hen I couldn't shut my lips<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>I cried all night, you never slept<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> You a</span>lways stood <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">b</span>y me, and never left.<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>Behind these grown irises of mine,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> y</span>ou will always, forever, remain,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> t</span>he people who make me happy<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>Always, My Mummy and My Daddy.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>~Andy Mwalasha </i></span></span><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-41151958679266326392017-03-23T08:23:00.001-07:002017-03-23T13:44:27.794-07:00"INSANE"<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">With nowhere else to go tonight,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>I prepar<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">e</span>, for a familiar journey<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>Tonight, like all nights, I am going<i> 'insane'</i>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So, I wasted away my day, packing up,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>s</span>tuffing my mind up with irrelevant relevance<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>a</span>ll day kissing vipers and massaging crocodiles,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>t</span>hat, I'll hop later, into my misery cabin,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> a</span>nd slide down my cock-pit,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>g</span>et drunk on the smell of my clean duvet,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>a</span>nd finally fly myself away into insomnia land.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am going insane<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> and </span>I do<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> not</span> like this ride<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>y</span>et, I haven't been crazy, nuts or bananas, just yet.<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>Every time that I have to abandon my ship, <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">t</span>hey say something quite strange to me,<i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>"Good Morning..." </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Strangely, I must be<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> t</span>he only one riding, a crazy dinosaur<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">-</span>ghost at night,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>all alone, over here.<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>Other wise, what is good about my insanity,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>t</span>hat you have to ask about, each and every morning?</span></span></div>
<b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> "Insane"<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>Drew Poetry</span></i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span>~Andy Mwalasha</i></span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-25582570557323393642017-03-18T03:28:00.001-07:002017-03-18T04:17:30.147-07:00"TAXI - DRIVER"<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She had just landed from America,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Stepped into, my 80's Volkswagen,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Made that vintage car, a merry car<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She was like a dream folks work on,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But then, I was just, a taxi - driver<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">,</span> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just a bloke, instructed to drive her<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">From my driver seat, I was drunk,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Drunk with what couldn't be mine,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Drunk driving was illegal, top rank, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She was pure gold, out of the mine, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">But then, I was just, a taxi - driver,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She could never ever, ever be mine.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Taxi - Driver"</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">~Andy Mwalasha.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-60957590052111883412017-03-16T14:00:00.000-07:002017-03-16T14:00:25.446-07:00"THE WORTH OF MY BREATH"<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Palm leaves swaying, to God's breath,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">21 pilots on my ears, I'm on auto pilot,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Still, 21 pilots and my being's crushing,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Weeknd is too, so who's Monday? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">My remains in the sea, waves rushing,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Time is eating us, like stallions on hay,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It feels good, walking down this road,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I once dragged, a blood - stained rod,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A shovel on my dusty wide shoulders,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">With my shadow, nothing could hold us,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Buried lifeless and for a millionth time, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Born life - full over again stuck in time, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Glow in the dark and shine, in the light,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Told myself, if I lose, then, I can fight,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I fought before, I'll fight now till death,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">That's what each of my breath's worth.</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Drew Poetry</span></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">~Andy Mwalasha</span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-34676258752207206662017-03-14T11:39:00.000-07:002017-03-14T11:42:22.314-07:00"STRONGER"<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I live my life like a lizard.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, I live my life hard!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">You want to grab my tail,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">So to slow down my trail,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Well, I'll leave that; wiggly,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">annoying piece of myself,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">on your filthy fingertips.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Because...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I know how to let go, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I know, I can grow,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I will once sigh and go,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I am stronger now,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Way stronger, <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">T</span>han ever before.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-54893372763534925612017-03-13T13:51:00.001-07:002017-06-12T14:38:11.048-07:00"BLUE CAR"<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now he's grown into a man and signed up with a rallying company. Today would be the greatest race of his lifetime. Her mother is there to watch her only son, her only boy, her only child and her only man make her proud.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As he squeezes into the driver seat of the racing metallic monster, she says a prayer in a thrill. But there's something the universe is keeping a secret from her, that if she knew about, she'd jump over the barriers from the audience without caring how much wear and tear the fierce asphalt would do to her precious wrinkles and pull him out.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">To<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">day</span>, all she ever cared about in this world would vanish. To<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">day</span>, her little man would become a memory. He'd perish in a crash, in a flash.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">She looks at his blue car, raving like a thirsty monster racing for an oasis as the flag drops. She feels pride build up, as tires screech away, leaving the crowd well fed with smoke and the smell of burning rubber, she jump<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">s</span> with the pride of a million champions, yelling, <i>"Yeah, that's my son!"</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now freeze that scenario for a minute. I can't imagine I am about to ruin this. The old mother will sadly walk <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">home </span>with her world in a trash bin. She'll stand before her sitting room, decorated with his son's trophies and medals, <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">mourn<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">, cry and curse. A</span></span> part of her w<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ill</span> understand that he fulfilled his purpose and <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">that </span>it was worth it. But the other part, the motherly part, will never understand, and the void will go on unfilled for eternity. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Back to the frozen moment, unfreeze <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">it. She blows her whistle jumping and waving her arms, with a big poster that read <i>"<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I</span> love you Son<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span>"</i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>"Blue Car"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>Drew Poetry</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;"><i>~Andy Mwalasha</i></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-28213160286636906262017-03-12T15:44:00.002-07:002017-03-12T15:44:28.863-07:00"IN MY HARBOUR"<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A ship, she was,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">docked in my harbour,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">lowered her anchor,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">rusty, yet flawless,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">she danced to the mocking waves,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">rushing, breaking in her curves,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">modestly dressed in sails,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">she'd cruised seas, for days,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">nights, months, just for me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I sunk deep in her cabin,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">behold, a chest of treasure, she held.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In pure jealous, I stabbed the captain,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">and as the poor bloke bled, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I slowly stroked her mast,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">she squeaked deep, in ecstasy,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">trembling her salty ocean - wet iron.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">She sailed for me, she came for me,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I must've been her cruising fantasy.</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">"In My Harbour"</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Drew Poetry</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">~Andy Mwalasha</span></span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-7261636446293294352017-03-12T15:07:00.001-07:002017-03-12T15:13:41.430-07:00"LIVE AND LEARN"<span style="font-size: x-large;">When you want to get your feet, off the ground,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">But gravity keeps on holding you more, around.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">When you want to spread your wings to the sun,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And your father tells you, <b><i>"Make me proud son."</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">But there is one thing you wish you hadn't done,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">That which is heavy, making your heart a tonne,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">That which you'd look back at, and wish to turn.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">But then you make him proud. <b><i>"We l</i><i>ive and learn."</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Live And Learn"</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i>Drew Poetry</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>~Andy Mwalasha</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-6291574820354422732017-03-11T01:53:00.002-08:002017-03-11T01:54:34.537-08:00"THE TEASPOON"<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm I the teabag in your tea?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm I the sugar in your tea? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm I the milk in your tea?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm I everything in your tea?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Tell me, I am the water, atleast,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Or the cup served with the feast.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">No. Do not! Shut up! Ssssh...Hush!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I need your answers no more, shush!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I learned I'm just the plastic teaspoon,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">That you will use, to stir up your tea,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Then later on, throw, into the trash.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I hate that over your lies, I'd swoon. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Tea Spoon.</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Drew Poetry</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">~Andy Mwalasha</span></i></span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-27446683833545064752017-03-08T11:19:00.000-08:002017-03-12T16:32:51.582-07:00"WAIT FOR THE WIND"<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Wait for the wind to push clear,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'll be waiting for you, all along,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I feel you in but you're not here,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">To each -other, I feel we belong,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Hold on to that loneliness, dear,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I still believe, it will not be long,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">You sustained the heavy to bear,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">For me<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">,</span> love, please stay</span> strong.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Wait For The Wind"</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Drew Poetry</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>~Andy Mwalasha</i></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-22050342745822961072017-03-08T10:06:00.000-08:002017-03-08T10:09:25.884-08:00"ROUGH"<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm trying to swim away from the whirl in your coffee,</span></span><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">but, every time you stir it up, I get back to the middle,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Go on, drown me deep and make it work for yourself,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Need more sweetness? Yeap! Reach for the top shelf,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My melting skin isn't good scent, drop in some toffee,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Once I had a heart like yours. Hard, strong and tough,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It got crushed anyway. <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well, t</span>his</span> world is that rough!</span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Rough"</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Drew Poetry</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">~Andy Mwalasha</span></span></i><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span> <span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-20309652521739621432017-03-07T02:30:00.002-08:002017-03-07T02:37:41.075-08:00"HARD CHOICES"<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>"Yes"</i> </b>and <b><i>"No" </i></b>were hard choices. <b><i>"No"</i> </b>particularly had a really hard shell to crack. So I went for the easier one, and said <i><b>"Yes" </b></i>every time to your selfish desires.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"Yes"</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Every time you wanted to steal away a part of me.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"Yes"</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Every time you needed the smell of my burnt soul.</i></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBuMDyNJ1WN32RU87Xjjl9v3jpu-Gy8XPcz3NA1aa3epHbp35QsMUpqjC9JlBnS0-dhT29tp_4t1XV983JvYqkIV3jZ_n7C0wBwow5rR9kkvvf973r0vyEGNEoUEQ0pZJd5732KG8cB8K/s1600/28859260af15e6fdd8c494809f91f941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBuMDyNJ1WN32RU87Xjjl9v3jpu-Gy8XPcz3NA1aa3epHbp35QsMUpqjC9JlBnS0-dhT29tp_4t1XV983JvYqkIV3jZ_n7C0wBwow5rR9kkvvf973r0vyEGNEoUEQ0pZJd5732KG8cB8K/s320/28859260af15e6fdd8c494809f91f941.jpg" width="287" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"Yes"</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Every time you wanted the smell of my blood and my </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>wounds.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"Yes"</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Every time you made an offer to crack my heart.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">And when my being was all burnt down, you'd roll up my bills, cut my ashes into small stripes every night on your table with my credit card, and sniffle them up. I was so blinded by the glitter on your sword that I couldn't see or feel the cuts you were impaling on my skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><b>"No!"</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>I finally found strength to say it. I finally cracked open the <b>"No"</b> shell. But it was too late. You had already scattered my ashes into the waves of the sea. </i></span></div>
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<b><i>"Hard Choices"</i></b></div>
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<b><i>Drew Poetry</i></b></div>
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<b><i>~Andy Mwalasha</i></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-9149199444872827262017-03-06T14:14:00.000-08:002017-03-06T14:23:01.811-08:00"A REPEAT"<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There is a beat in my eardrums, and it is your heart beat<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Rub your feet on my arms, and we will make some heat<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpe97sSChuEIsG6x8D4_lrLkIkXTyK_GxIfqFGBzv410RTUHz93sQDQWectJ1O8D690evlEAc33OJ_auvEvmh0Ho7FgTq0IEzTmIOdhfS9QFB_aQiZlibuakwv_YNMbUuQ4usPQxZraaN/s1600/art-lovers01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpe97sSChuEIsG6x8D4_lrLkIkXTyK_GxIfqFGBzv410RTUHz93sQDQWectJ1O8D690evlEAc33OJ_auvEvmh0Ho7FgTq0IEzTmIOdhfS9QFB_aQiZlibuakwv_YNMbUuQ4usPQxZraaN/s200/art-lovers01.jpg" width="150" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Slide on the seat, I'll give your thumbs, some sweet treat<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Your nails so neat, sweet as plums, every night's a repeat.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"A Repeat"</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Drew Poetry</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">~Andy Mwalasha</span></i></span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-39402549336571835742017-03-06T13:02:00.001-08:002017-03-06T14:24:04.863-08:00"WHAT AWAITS AFTERWARDS?"<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I must be crazy to write about this. But sometimes I look at myself, things and people around me, and think, <i>"What awaits afterwards? What will be there when all this is gone, faded and the dust settled?" </i> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I like looking at myself and other people as fruits. Once, we never existed at all. Then on the trees that bore us, we began our existence as little adorable beautiful flowers. At that point, we were what humanity should be truly reflected as. Pure, beautiful, innocent, lovely, honest little beings. We were equal flowers, beautiful and adorable.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Slowly, we started our growth into fruits. Here, we defined our different distinguished tastes, as either the bitter ones, the sour or the sweet. We developed a seed in us as time went by,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>which is the reason for our existence, a driving force in us; what we'd call a soul.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">As time goes on, we mature and ripen. At ripening, we tend to attract all sorts of pests that want to steal from us, the preciousness of our beings. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">He knocked on the door, but unlike usual, there was no response. No eager answer served on hugs and kisses that night like it has always been on all previous nights. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">He knocked again, <i>"Honey, I'm home."</i> Once again, there was no response, but the noise of crickets in the flower garden and distant conversations on the television from inside the house. He slowly grabbed the door knob, his heart racing and thumping like <i>Zulu drums,</i> and turned it. His head was a nest of questions, concerns and worries. He stealthily charged in and dropped his laptop bag and roses that he'd bought for her, on the sofa. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>"Honey..."</i> He mildly and softly called out once more, checking the kitchen. Onions <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">burnt coal</span> black, smoking and sizzling on a pan, on the cooker, was <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">the sight</span> his worried eyes <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">got</span> served <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">to</span>. He turned the cooker off and hurried upstairs in panic, breathing like a bull in rage, shouting, <i>"Honey! Are you home? Where are you at?" </i>He certainly knew something was wrong that night. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">As he walked into their room, on their bed, she lay lifeless, eyes rolled inwards. Strangled marks on her neck, her dress torn, her lipstick smudged, her cheeks as red as ripe <i>Scotch bonnet pepper </i>and in the dead tight grip of her right palm was a piece of fabric. She died with a grip of a piece of the killer's cloth. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">She lay still. He collapsed onto his knees and shook her lifeless body. <i>"Please, what happened to you? Talk to me!" </i>She wouldn't answer. She was long gone. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>"Rest In Peace Honey."</i> He mindlessly mumbles in between his drunk belches every time he empties a bottle. And th<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">at</span> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">wa</span>s the twelfth bottle. </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04352139486063290582noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9031754408619711151.post-71473056302596391932017-03-03T13:49:00.000-08:002017-03-03T14:04:02.318-08:00"A BYE - BULL AGE"<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Young men around, talking about; money,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">women, and the number of bras, they toss,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">but none about sermons, morals. It's funny,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">we men, don't know of Christ on the cross.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I've got fingers crossed, and facing the cross, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I've got sins crossed, but they still feel gross!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I pray for my generation and flip a Bible page, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Prey in revelation. We slip on a bye-bull age!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">"A Bye - Bull Age"</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If life is a play, then ours is cast - rated.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Am I </span>not the person, you'd anticipated<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">?</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">For God's sake, I came. Am I accepted?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Spice up the sour and bitter; more curry.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If your kitty scratches then please rub it.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Bunnies don<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">'t scratch, </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The failure at luck ruined the master bet, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Failure, at love baked in some self - hate,</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">First, make self-love, your most inner pet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Circles. We live in them. Each <i>'today'</i> is a copy of a <i>'yesterday'</i>. But then, <i>'yesterdays'</i> don't exist. They existed in the past and faded away. They're truly gone. Then perhaps, each <i>'today'</i> is an independent original clean copy on its own. Hm, what a confusion. Let's drop this argument. </span></span></span></div>
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