One With The Stars

stargazing

I’ll still be here, stargazing,

Even when it gets dark and cloudy,

I’ll do no one dance to fear, but set fire to the rain,

Let the smoke be one with the mist,

And when the clouds fade,

I’ll remain the white moon, amidst the blue sky,

I’ll roar with the lions, clap with the thunder,

And when the night is over,

I’ll dance with the wind, sing with the birds,

I’ll still be here, one with the stars,

For stars disappear not, they keep blazing,

That’s how I find the light,

On my knees, looking to the Heavens.

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In Time…

In Time

I wanna fall in love when the war within stops,

I wanna fall in love when the struggles and turmoils in my mind calm like a like river running deep,

I wanna fall in love when the rain falls gently and all is green,

I wanna fall in love when the sun becomes gentle and the flowers bloom,

I wanna fall in love when I can raise my arms to feel the flying wind,

I wanna fall in love when the birds sing all day and not just before dawn,

I wanna fall in love when the air smells fresh and water is clean,

I wanna fall in love when we can dance at waterfalls and drink at the spring,

I wanna fall in love when fear is gone and courage is born,

I wanna fall in love when I can stand at my own feet and sing to my own tune,

I wanna fall in love when I know and  love me,

I wanna fall in love when I can no longer find loneliness in solitude,

I wanna fall in love when it’s true and pure,

And when I do, I want it to be with you.

 

by; Chebet

 

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?

Thorns and Thrones

throne-and-thorns

Thorns and Thrones,

A beguiling facet,

A face of the past and the future,

Fact and Fiction, Dream and Reality,

Hope and Faith,

Thorns and Thrones.

 

So the preacher preached,

The teacher taught,

The alcoholic drunk, whiskey tots,

The wiser spanned, Wisdom thoughts,

And the dreamer…. Dreamt,

Dreams of Thorns and Thrones.

 

Thorns and Thrones,

For the head meant,

One for pain, the other, Reign,

For Kings and Queens,

And them too that believe,

The best is for their taking.

 

Thorns and Thrones,

Are all but a choice,

Same as War and Peace,

Love and Hate.

Life is,

Thorns and Thrones.

Dust in The Wind

Dust in the windRemember now your Creator in the days of your youth,

Before the difficult days come,

And the years draw near when you say, “I have no pleasure in them”

While the sun and the light,

The moon and the stars,

Are not darkened,

And the clouds do not return after the rain;

In the day when the keepers of the house tremble, And the strong men bow down;

When the grinders cease because they are few, And those that look through the windows grow dim;

When the doors are shut in the streets, And the sound of grinding is low;

When one rises up at the sound of a bird, And all the daughters of music are brought low.

Also they are afraid of height, And of terrors in the way;

When the almond tree blossoms, The grasshopper is a burden, And desire fails.

For man goes to his eternal home, And the mourners go about the streets.

Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed,

Or the golden bowl is broken,

Or the pitcher shattered at the fountain,

Or the wheel broken at the well.

Then the dust will return to the earth as it was,

And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

“Vanity of vanities,” says the Preacher,

“All is vanity.”

 

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

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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.

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