You Surely Know

Job 1

“What is the way to the abode of light?
    And where does darkness reside?

 Can you take them to their places?
    Do you know the paths to their dwellings?

Surely you know, for you were already born!
    You have lived so many years!

 

 “Have you entered the storehouses of the snow
    or seen the storehouses of the hail,
 which I reserve for times of trouble,
    for days of war and battle?
What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed,
    or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?
Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain,
    and a path for the thunderstorm,
 to water a land where no one lives,
    an uninhabited desert,
 to satisfy a desolate wasteland
    and make it sprout with grass?

Does the rain have a father?
    Who fathers the drops of dew?
 From whose womb comes the ice?
    Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
 when the waters become hard as stone,
    when the surface of the deep is frozen?

 

 “Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades?
    Can you loosen Orion’s belt?
 Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons
    or lead out the Bear with its cubs?
Do you know the laws of the heavens?
    Can you set up God’s dominion over the earth?

 

“Can you raise your voice to the clouds
    and cover yourself with a flood of water?
 Do you send the lightning bolts on their way?
    Do they report to you, ‘Here we are’?
Who gives the ibis wisdom
    or gives the rooster understanding?
 Who has the wisdom to count the clouds?
    Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens
when the dust becomes hard
    and the clods of earth stick together?

 

“Do you hunt the prey for the lioness
    and satisfy the hunger of the lions
when they crouch in their dens
    or lie in wait in a thicket?
Who provides food for the raven
    when its young cry out to God
    and wander about for lack of food?

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These Beauties

the girls

The girls in my life, are poetry,

Endless lines of rhymes,

That tell of beautiful stories,

Skin tone, amazing,

Reflects the tone of poems,

That tell of heroes,

Who left their spears,

To lift fallen enemies.

The girls in my life,

A species rare, but not extinct,

Characteristics, distinct,

And like wine, ripe,

Beautiful with age.

The girls in my life,

Are music to the ears,

Their laughter, a resonating echo,

That resounds in the dark lonely moments,

Soothing balm to the heart,

Their hearts, are fountains of joy,

Like the sunrise, they are beautiful,

And like the sunset, calm and peaceful.

The girls in my life,

Are sisters and friends,

They love, passionately,

And care, deeply,

They are a blessing,

They are gems, gifts,

They are the best.

Extinct

Silent echoesI am on the verge of extinction,

Not because of any distinction,

But the poacher, that loneliness is,

Robs and kills the beauty of echo,

All am left with are thick, dark clouds of silence,

Where words, dance to the beauty of my dreams,

Words are my voice, words are my love,

I caress every syllable and feel their curves,

I massage every letter feeling their heartbeat,

I am lost in the deep trenches of vowels and consonants,

Drowning in their beauty, covered by their monologues,

There are feelings that are hotter than fire,

And then there are those, that are warm,

That makes you feel safe, and peaceful and happy,

Am reborn in the world of words,

Where they, call me son,

And the battles I fight,

Are against silence,

I may be slowly, fading,

In the land of voices,

But my seeds are deeply rooted,

And will soon,

Bloom.

Second Violin

Second Violin 2

Have been a perfect shadow,

Tall when you needed me to be,

And short, when you took a bow,

Danced on the wall, while on the stage you played,

Played the second fiddle,

The Second Violin.

 

I buried myself, and in your skin lived,

Became the echo, of your resounding voice,

Wore your imperfections and radiated your beauty,

My beautiful and ugly, lost in the mist of imitation,

Covered by the dust of limitation,

Cobwebs, a sheet of comfort.

 

But it’s finally dawn, and light I now see,

The hard truth, bold, like the sun overhead,

The music you play, is finally boring, and tired have become,

I can’t continue to harp on, about your greatness,

When mine is buried, slowly rotting away,

It’s time to make this pyre, a stepping stone,

Time to also cast shadows, cause ripples and echoes,

It’s time, time to be, THE FIRST VIOLIN.

 

I may not be the best, nothing close to you,

But with all my weakness and faults,

I’ll proudly do me,

Be I a storm, I’ll be the ever wrecking one,

Be I an itch, I’ll be the one you have to scratch,

Be I a rainbow, I’ll paint the world my colour,

Be I a star, I’ll be the brightest the galaxy will ever have.

 

Be I me, I’ll be the best version of me, the world will ever see.

Wisdom Is a Shelter

Sun flower

A good name is better than fine perfume,
    and the day of death better than the day of birth.
 It is better to go to a house of mourning
    than to go to a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of everyone;
    the living should take this to heart.
Frustration is better than laughter,
    because a sad face is good for the heart.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning,
    but the heart of fools is in the house of pleasure.
 It is better to heed the rebuke of a wise person
    than to listen to the song of fools.
 Like the crackling of thorns under the pot,
    so is the laughter of fools.
    This too is meaningless.

Extortion turns a wise person into a fool,
    and a bribe corrupts the heart.

The end of a matter is better than its beginning,
    and patience is better than pride.
 Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit,
    for anger resides in the lap of fools.

 Do not say, “Why were the old days better than these?”
    For it is not wise to ask such questions.

Wisdom, like an inheritance, is a good thing
    and benefits those who see the sun.
 Wisdom is a shelter
    as money is a shelter,
but the advantage of knowledge is this:
    Wisdom preserves those who have it.

I Burn…

I burn

Tentacles I slowly spread,

Engulf the dark, with light mine,

Timidly, kissing the mountain tops,

The dew on the grass glitter,

Dancing to the beauty of my reflection,

The river of time flows, I gain courage,

And burn with all pride,

I tango with the winds, on the floor of the desert,

Tan skin, and dry the wet sands on the sea shore,

I burn, I burn,

My wrath, peacefully sets, as I rest,

To tomorrow,

Burn and burn again.

BiTs AnD PieCEs

Fading 1

The clouds were teeming with rain,

And from a distant hut, smoke wafted,

You pulled me close…and deeply kissed me,

Held the moment, with the hands of stolen time,

Your fingers dancing on my skin,

And that was goodbye,

The last whole piece of you,

Left me in the tornado of pain and loneliness,

Where my tears, became one with the rain drops,

And bits and pieces that flowed into the river.

 

Like that smoke, that in the mist disappeared,

So are the memories of the days we shared,

Like leaves, that fall and by the wind swept,

So are the memories of nights you touched me,

The rattling pieces that my heart is,

Reminds me of days we danced in the sunset by the river,

Now all that is left are bits and pieces that slowly fade.

 

Well, It’s in these bits and pieces,

That I live in the time forgotten,

It’s in these bits and pieces,

That I make snow angels out of sadness,

And wishes, out of worries and loneliness,

It’s in these bits and pieces,

That I reflect on the darkness that lights my world,

And It’s with these bits and pieces,

That I mould you whole, the best way I remember you.

Fading 3

Love Never Fails

Love

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes,

always perseveres.

Love never fails.”

For You

A Book of a Thousand Stories

A slice of me

It’s been two amazing years, penning down my thoughts and painting the world my colour and have had mad fun thanks to you guys and as I begin this next phase, I’d love to start by sharing with the world a few things about me I hope you enjoy.

And here we go.

  1. I am a shy introvert (if at all there is anything like that) and I adore the beauty of silence. I sit, see the world revolving and all I add to it are voices in my head. I see a butterfly beautiful dance in the wind and in my head I scream in ecstasy, I see a poor child and my mind silently whispers how that kid would not be on the streets if only we cared a little bit more, if only we could love a little bit more. Some might think of me as a coward and others deem me wise, well that’s for the world to decide but before you judge me, here is a fact, I am a knight of the pen and don’t they say a pen is mightier than a sword well, I guess then am mightier than Jon Snow, (Game of Thrones) because I have this awesome platform (https://yegonwinston.wordpress.com) where I fight my battles, I write the shortfalls in the society a tall height and I also right the wrongs the best way I know how.
  2. I am ambitious like very ambitious and sometimes my ambitions scare me. I work to one day own a plane, well that may seem way too ambitious considering I don’t even own a bicycle  but yes a man can only dream and work to achieve. Many a times I beat my feet on the dust and such times I wonder if really it’s even wise to dream of owning a plane and there are also days, I wake up watch the shards of the sun rise rays kiss the mountain top, and I can’t help but imagine such a beautiful view from the skies and such are the days I am more than convinced I am not ambitious enough.
  3. Even though ambitious, I love and treasure the simple things in life that mean everything. Like the beauty of the sunrise and the sunset, the beauty of the dandelion in the wind. I love to watch the moon as it stretches it creases to full bloom, as it grows its love from a crescent to a full moon, I like to watch the stars twinkle as they illuminate a myriad reflections of beauty, I like to listen to the tales, the river tells as it slowly meanders through life and I love the smell of the of soil after the rain showers its love. I love the beauty of the unspoken.
  4. True riches is not measured by money and stuff but lies in the people we love and so I love and really treasure friendships. I have seen so many friendships being formed, so many ‘Friends Forever’ tags being exchanged but have also seen many of my friends drift away. I look back on the memories of days we shared; all I can do is smile and be grateful.
  5. Am not perfect, and neither am I the kind of perfect they paint on the cover of magazines. I have my struggles, I have said things that I didn’t mean and have meant things I didn’t say. I definitely have some could-haves and some should-haves and a few might-have-beens. I have chased dreams and stumbled, I have chased hearts and skinned mine in the process. I have fought and lost but have also fought and won but I have learnt a lot and am no longer afraid of where I will land, I learned to dream from watching the sky fall.
  6. I am a believer, a believer of love at first sight.
  7. What is life?

Well I can become a philosopher and give a deductive argument of how life is a bicycle or a rainbow well, f**K that, all i know is that I may be lost in this life and who said i have to be found, but I’ll tell you one thing, In this life, have had my fair share of rainbows and have learnt that this life doesn’t owe me a forever, this beautiful amazing people in my life, (Including you) don’t owe me a lifetime and all I have is today and I am going to spend all of it making so many memories that when I am bald at 90, with beards grey, and sipping Kenyan tea under a tree, I’ll be a book carrying a thousand stories.