Live a life to leave a legend..... (Nyamambia i got this quote from you!)

All in a name; the power of words

My eyes did not see, but my ear heard of the legend

Thousand hearts touched, Scores of tears dried, wholesome lyrics composed and humility at its highest

Sounds like what I want to be… This and more!

My eyes did not see, but my ear heard of the legend

The bravest of lionesses, her poise spoke of authority, the voice confirmed cognizability, royal paths trod and leadership at its peak

Sounds like what I want to be… This and more!

Life blinded but my heart was touched still;

Touched by my legendary names!

Dusk welcomes the thought… A chain of questions, a cocktail of emotion,

It’s then that the smile reveals its true identity: its paleness sharply cutting through the darkness; boldly outlining wrinkles that kept it there, its silhouette… no longer a deception

Perhaps a cue to finally give in

Maybe to hold on tighter

Emotions…

They clam up, numb the vocals and mute the inner voice

Despite this, the outbursts within grow louder

A mimicry of the same thought;

A dream of a niche… a haven of comfort;

The yearn for a smile… joy.

It’s the mind’s soliloquy that threatens to burst the skull

Just then I reckon…

A lone star gliding in the sky waits for day;

A free dandelion floating in the air, hopes for a destination;

A particle of dust swept by a wave of wind hangs on to fate…

And an infant;

A little babe who cries to sleep continues to weep in her dreams

Faith is what this belle lives by,

Faith; difficult to cling on equally impossible to let go of.

On the eve of my retirement

(December 2009)

Today I shed a tear…Actually they were two, 

It was all too much to bear!

First it was from despair, 

for I thought my role had slipped, was crushed and graved.

But just that second;

There, on the nave’s last pew, was a rubber-stamp, custom made. 

I left a mark… 

That was when the other tear followed 

The little heart was changed 

This blessing; this burden, has taught me great lessons on trust!

As I pass the baton, I need no pension for I know retirement is only formal, but deep in my heart… my work just began

a rose by any other name......

There’s a tale I love to tell;

Of the belle exceptionally gorgeous

Raindrop or dew… against her velvet petals sparkled like a diamond when illuminated by an honored ray of sun.

The breeze daily brushed against her side, just to sneak a light sniff of her sweet, priceless scent.

Her beauty hushed all gloom but doom struck as her petals began to fall, each, with the same grace it hang with, dried and crushed into a thousand beautiful pieces

Belle soon shared the same fate as her petals but her stem stood strong.

A rose by any other name…

A rose though withered…

Is still glamorous

                               Most importantly                     

It’s still a ROSE

i speak two languages... one which is verbal.

A simple tread … a walk of poise, short gentle steps upon grounds of great surveillance;

One day it feels like a runway; another, like a pirate’s plank

But I tarry on, in search of my muse….

To the eye of the stranger, it’s all a picture of innocence, a show of prowess,

Fine art; my knack and flair

Yet for me, it’s my tongue and my mane;

My only sincere language….

…Because the simple tongue limits the words of my heart.

Silhouettes mimicry my muse causing a minor baffle

But I tarry on, in search of my muse,

Despite my uncertainty of where my true muse lies,

I try to cling to the tiniest hope left, that somewhere deep in the constellations, one of the millions, just a single one up in the sky inspires me to be me.

the secret behind my almanac of voyage

It’s always been a maze, this worldwide craze, an often spoken phrase, yet to some it’s a teenager’s phase;

 the heart’s fast pace,

- The look on Romeo’s face when he offers flowers in a vase to present his case.

The candle dinner’s blaze; a smitten man’s daze, a lady’s ultimate chase…

Other times it’s the fisherman’s bait, the struck girl’s hair plait…

The barely empty dinner plate, an impressed mate, a plan for the next date, and assumed credit to fate..

For belle, it was this year’s New Year’s gift, the perfect drift, a simple phone call’s lift, her heart’s pace swift, the great bliss, her first kiss, a yearning soul’s miss, then the unexpected diss.

A million words to define, not a single one to match its complexity or superiority, perhaps we should speak of its simplicity, innocence and humility; life in totality….

Or maybe “mystery” is good enough.

 *the secret behind my aLmanac Of VoyagE*