Posted in Hope Alive, To Love

Blake Wilson

Blind dates are quite interesting phenomenons,
People who don’t know each other,
Come together at dinner and just talk,
Mostly it’s getting to know each other,
On a new creative way,
It’s a process of healing nasty wounds,
For those who can’t heal from their past heartbreaks,
Or who can’t get over the loss of their lovers,
Friends set each other up,
And you talk and laugh all night long,
With your date,
It stitches our broken selves,
Giving a chance for our flowers,
To grow,yet again,
Bill,came over to my favourite club,
Said that he wanted me to give him,
A ride to a certain expo,
He’d been a great source of help,
Since Kara left,
Disappeared, and gone to Seattle,
Almost an year ago,
He’d helped me try and overcome her,
Try and overcome her words,
Ringing in my mind all the time,
He’d tried to get me off booze,
And clubs,
Though it didn’t work a hundred percent,
I still hanged around them,
It’s almost seven,
And I’m almost done,
In my mechanic shop,
So i drive my own built model of a Ferrari,
And pick him up at our rendezvous,
He looks really great,
Suit and tie,
Cologne and his manly scent,
His Russian accent colouring his looks,
Five minutes we are parking in some hotel,
Not really meant for us mechanics,
Or rather me,
He leads me to some table,
With candles
And roses,
And a girl in a red dress,
She,a blonde with blue eyes,
I channel a thousand silent questions
To this fool of a friend,
But he barricades them with his chilled look,
And raises his eyebrow,
He introduces me to the lady,
and leaves.
I am confused,
I want to run away,
I haven’t been on a date since Kara,
I haven’t been any fun,except from clubs and drinking games,
I haven’t been any roses and chocolates guy,
I gather up some traces of courage,
And look at the blonde’s eyes
She’s beautiful,
Really beautiful,
Insanely beautiful,
Her lips part
And reveal a fine set of milky teeth,
I stutter my name,”I…a…am…Blake…Blake Wilson…”
My voice dies,
My heart sinks,
Silent curses to Bill,
She says hers,
With neat articulation,
Almost Russian,
And we begin the meal by an awkward silence,
I don’t know how the fancy people distinguish their spoons,
And the array of shiny equipments blinds my eyes,
I excuse myself
And say that i am not used to all this,
She smiles,
A kind smile,
Like the moon waning into a perfect phase,
“Lemme help you” she suggests
And i nod my head like the average fool,
She rises up like the sun,
Bright and full of glow,
Her red dress sweeps the floor,
As she makes her way to me,
She brings her chair,
Almost next to my flank,
And i spend the next couple of minutes,
Being fed,
Like a little babe,
She tells me all about her,
She tells me about her filthy rich parents,
And i mock my being a mechanic,
Heck she reminds me that it’s 28th of February
Quite funny too according to me,
We sip champagne, as we talk,
She’s holding my hand,
And it feels like she’s fallen in love with me,
And she kisses me almost at my lips,
My mind brings back all the wounds,
Kara,breakup,Seattle, Drinking, Bars,
My lips have only kissed her,
My Kara, once upon a time,
And i really do miss her,
I thought that after an year,
All my tumbling,
And falling
Would help me forget,
Would help me have silence within my castle walls,
But my eyes of grey,
See not this fine beauty,
But it sees all the reason for my hurt,
And pain,
And fall,
I feel like crying for a second,
I feel like crashing for a moment,
I feel like screaming for a lifetime,
I can feel her breath on me,
She kisses me on my lips,
I break the kiss,
And look up to her soulful eyes,
And as much as i want to love anew,
It never is easy,
It never will be,
I lost the love of my life,
And a part of my soul,
I apologise,
And she does so too,
We exchange numbers,
And i drive her hotel,
And at the driveway,
As she turns to go up the stairs,
I quickly reach out to her hand,
And i pull her to me,
Swivel her around
And she falls on my bulky hands,
And i give her the kiss she’s been searching for,
For a couple of minutes,
She feels like she’s home,
And i feel like i am a prisoner,
In her cage,
She’s beautiful,
Inside out,
Outside in,
And once the kiss of life and consolation is done,
I pull down from the driveway,
Unaware of where to go next.

Blake Wilson,
Valentine’s of 2018.

@Mugambi.Clarity.Word

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Posted in Hope Alive, To Love

Blake Wilson

Blind dates are quite interesting phenomenons,
People who don’t know each other,
Come together at dinner and just talk,
Mostly it’s getting to know each other,
On a new creative way,
It’s a process of healing nasty wounds,
For those who can’t heal from their past heartbreaks,
Or who can’t get over the loss of their lovers,
Friends set each other up,
And you talk and laugh all night long,
With your date,
It stitches our broken selves,
Giving a chance for our flowers,
To grow,yet again,
Bill,came over to my favourite club,
Said that he wanted me to give him,
A ride to a certain expo,
He’d been a great source of help,
Since Kara left,
Disappeared, and gone to Seattle,
Almost an year ago,
He’d helped me try and overcome her,
Try and overcome her words,
Ringing in my mind all the time,
He’d tried to get me off booze,
And clubs,
Though it didn’t work a hundred percent,
I still hanged around them,
It’s almost seven,
And I’m almost done,
In my mechanic shop,
So i drive my own built model of a Ferrari,
And pick him up at our rendezvous,
He looks really great,
Suit and tie,
Cologne and his manly scent,
His Russian accent colouring his looks,
Five minutes we are parking in some hotel,
Not really meant for us mechanics,
Or rather me,
He leads me to some table,
With candles
And roses,
And a girl in a red dress,
She,a blonde with blue eyes,
I channel a thousand silent questions
To this fool of a friend,
But he barricades them with his chilled look,
And raises his eyebrow,
He introduces me to the lady,
and leaves.
I am confused,
I want to run away,
I haven’t been on a date since Kara,
I haven’t been any fun,except from clubs and drinking games,
I haven’t been any roses and chocolates guy,
I gather up some traces of courage,
And look at the blonde’s eyes
She’s beautiful,
Really beautiful,
Insanely beautiful,
Her lips part
And reveal a fine set of milky teeth,
I stutter my name,”I…a…am…Blake…Blake Wilson…”
My voice dies,
My heart sinks,
Silent curses to Bill,
She says hers,
With neat articulation,
Almost Russian,
And we begin the meal by an awkward silence,
I don’t know how the fancy people distinguish their spoons,
And the array of shiny equipments blinds my eyes,
I excuse myself
And say that i am not used to all this,
She smiles,
A kind smile,
Like the moon waning into a perfect phase,
“Lemme help you” she suggests
And i nod my head like the average fool,
She rises up like the sun,
Bright and full of glow,
Her red dress sweeps the floor,
As she makes her way to me,
She brings her chair,
Almost next to my flank,
And i spend the next couple of minutes,
Being fed,
Like a little babe,
She tells me all about her,
She tells me about her filthy rich parents,
And i mock my being a mechanic,
Heck she reminds me that it’s 28th of February
Quite funny too according to me,
We sip champagne, as we talk,
She’s holding my hand,
And it feels like she’s fallen in love with me,
And she kisses me almost at my lips,
My mind brings back all the wounds,
Kara,breakup,Seattle, Drinking, Bars,
My lips have only kissed her,
My Kara, once upon a time,
And i really do miss her,
I thought that after an year,
All my tumbling,
And falling
Would help me forget,
Would help me have silence within my castle walls,
But my eyes of grey,
See not this fine beauty,
But it sees all the reason for my hurt,
And pain,
And fall,
I feel like crying for a second,
I feel like crashing for a moment,
I feel like screaming for a lifetime,
I can feel her breath on me,
She kisses me on my lips,
I break the kiss,
And look up to her soulful eyes,
And as much as i want to love anew,
It never is easy,
It never will be,
I lost the love of my life,
And a part of my soul,
I apologise,
And she does so too,
We exchange numbers,
And i drive her hotel,
And at the driveway,
As she turns to go up the stairs,
I quickly reach out to her hand,
And i pull her to me,
Swivel her around
And she falls on my bulky hands,
And i give her the kiss she’s been searching for,
For a couple of minutes,
She feels like she’s home,
And i feel like i am a prisoner,
In her cage,
She’s beautiful,
Inside out,
Outside in,
And once the kiss of life and consolation is done,
I pull down from the driveway,
Unaware of where to go next.

Blake Wilson,
Valentine’s of 2018.

@Mugambi.Clarity.Word

Posted in Hope Alive, Hurt and Pain

Darkness In The Light.

Northern lights play,
A song of ice and fire,
The breeze, blows out our fires,
Im sipping latte from our riverbank
And i can’t help but remember,
How you held me,
As you bent to kiss my lips of red,
And your hands found,
Their way onto my waist
As you moved your head
And whispered in my ear
Nothing but promises
Telling me everything will be okay
Knowing how much of a wreck i am,
You made me smile after a long time
I thought it was eternal,
Only to realize,
That the winds whisper,
But disappear to the dunes,
i couldn’t hold on to you,
Cause you were fading,
And i was drifting,
Past the seasons,
And the scathes of the sun,
Just like the trees
swaying to the direction of their master
I tried following you,
To the ends of the earth,
But just like all that is not meant to be,
I had to let flee
And just hold on to the memories
Maybe someday I will forget,
Wounds heal sometimes,
And become beautiful scars,
I’ll still collect the shattered pieces,
From the floor,
Where we cuddled…
Just like ripping a band aid fast,
I hope i will forget all this memories that didn’t last,
I remember when my only craving was your scent,
And everytime in my list,
You were one of the heavenly sent,
You were my only angel in every angle of life,
But i guess,
That it really hurt,
When you fell from heaven,
Because now im at the river,
Where we had picnics from,
I tried to think,but i cant,
My demons are begging me,
To open my mouth,
I need them mechanically,
To make the words of pain,
And regret come out,
I knew i can’t swim,
But i jumped in,
And sank.

@Mugambi.June.Word

Posted in Hope Alive, On self

Learning: It’s Always A Process…

I am learning,
I am learning to know that it’s not always about me,
That all people have their moments,
That we all have equal chances
Of success and failing times too,
Whether it’s elevated happiness,
Or deepened sadness,
That we will all eventually rise,
And we might even fail,
On chances we thought we conquered,
I am learning to leave when i am not needed,
That people’s perspective changes with desires,
That their loyalty lays along a trench of needs,
That i must live for myself,
And not just for the goodwill of others,
That i must be selfish with myself,
That i must make myself a priority before any other,
That i have to take care of my needs too,
I am learning to let go of past and broken escapades,
All pain and tragedy,
All tears and sorrows,
To embrace the future with a smile on my lips,
To be happy at least,
That’s how Atticus phrases happiness,
Or so i think,
I am learning to forget all the wrongs inflicted upon me,
Not that they did it without a clean heart,
But i can’t anchor mine too,
Time’s moving on,
So fast,
And i can’t be sinking in my own self pity,
I am learning that love can turn sour,
That relationships have their dealbreakers,
And mine i haven’t found yet,
That most relationships fail due to disappointments,
A falsehood that contaminates and harms,
That there’s not any fairy tales,
Of love at first sight,
Or Prince Charming carrying a fitting glass shoe for Ella,
Or a golden kiss to a Sleeping Beauty in a casket of glass,
I am learning that we grow in love,
We develop love in us,
Not only for our mates,
But for ourselves too,
That love is not physical,
it’s mental,and emotional,
Not physical,i repeat,
I am learning that love is not for all,
That we all get a period of being alone,
For a given period of time,
Only then does one learn what it is to love,
Oneself,
I am learning that not all people can love me,
That some will hate,
That some will love,
You might be either,
But i don’t mind,
It’s a cycle,
I am learning what it is to live,
Living and smiling,
Keeping the glow,
Showing the definition of,
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Smiling is what i want to do,
And that i can’t change,
I am learning that depression may eat me up,
That i may wake up at three feeling all suicidal,
That i may feel like i don’t deserve another puff of breath,
But i won’t tie a noose around my neck,
I won’t slit my wrists,
I won’t pull a trigger to my head,
Because i won’t make a difference,
At least not like that,
I want to be positive,
I want to hide in places where i have no shadows,
I want to forget all things,
All things that cause me pain,
I want to learn to forget,
Above all to forgive,
I want to forget everything,
I want to live again,
I want to forget you,
You.

@Mugambi.Clarity.Word

Posted in Belonging, Friendship, Hope Alive, Moments, Picture speak

Season Two of The Diverse Poets’

Getting better and stronger together…through the power that our words give us,that is all that we do.

Of passion shared through what our minds have concieved,through what our voices have spoken, through what our souls have sung, through what our hearts and eyes have seen…

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Everyday all day its all about art and being artists. We are artists in our own mettle,not just because its what we do…but because we are too large to live in this life only as one character. The world is our stage and we are playing out our parts.

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To the friendships forged,the new breath of life we have received,the new lessons learnt,the challenges faced..we all shall keep up bettering ourselves and reaching to all who can hear our sounds and voices.

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We are Diverse Poets and that is our identity. Much love and all in all…let art keep uniting us all.

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Much can be said through our words,but with pictures,more than just a 1000 words can be said.

Posted in Belonging, Family, Friendship, Hope Alive, Moments, Picture speak, The Society

Our Daily Poetry Charity…

It takes more than just blood to form familial ties that bind…

It takes more than just words to express the deep set feelings that express all that we feel within us…

All we need in life is more love, laughs and that makes life more worth!!

It matters not who you are, what you think your circumstance makes you… We all are one…

So make moments now with all those that count…

Smile wider and let your light shine brightest…

Take pictures and freeze that opportune feeling in time…

Help all, even when you know they can’t help you at that moment…

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Dance it all out through all seasons, make your own music if need be… And show your steps and moves to all

Service to others is the real humanity we need, so go out and serve…

Be afraid not of the challenges, for they make us strong…

Be all that you can be, for you are the best version of yourself that ever existed!!

When it seems you are failing, do not quit…. But with like minded individuals, take time off, regroup, brainstorm and come out stronger…

Teaching is the noblest form of profession… Teach and guide them, and watch them learn and come out approved by all

Above it all, give thanks to Him who is the author and finisher of it all. For its Him who gives us strength to do all that which we do… It’s by His grace, favour and love, that we see it all as joy and we delight in him.

Looking back at it all, it’s all joy, love and favour.

May the good Lord continue guiding your way little ones!!

Our Daily Poetry…

Giving hope!

Posted in Hope Alive, On Life

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I am freedom
I meet the horizon
I cry the waterfalls
I wonder the jungle
I dance the birds’ tunes

I am freedom
As untamed as wildlife
Vigorous as rivers
Calm as streams
Flow with the wind like branches

I am freedom
Rooted to home soil
Durable as the mountains
Careless like the rain
Jovial as the sun

So breathe me in
Let me guide you
to new worlds ignored
Let me guide you
to SERENITY.

MARLEEK

Posted in Hope Alive, To Love

Our Do Over…

Through time I have come to learn,
That to actually be happy,
I have to be with those I like,
Those who like and appreciate me,
And that’s all that matters.

My mind wanders off
In a dreamy nostalgia I’m left
Of the good old days
Of when you and I were one
Of the times we spent being us
Of the laughs we shared
The memories we created…
Comparing to what we have now…
None of what we had.

The paths we once walked on
Have all grown green.
The seats we once sat on
Have grown cold with the seasons,
The stars we once gazed on,
Shine less bright without you…
All these and more,
Remind me of you.

My heart gets colder these days
With your very absence,
Your presence is all I yearn
To be with you as before
Deep down I ask…
Wondering within myself
Of what happened to us.

Take a chance with me
Forgetting all that happened before
Keeping the moments of before
And with our open hearts
Let’s rebuild us…
To what we were
To what we once had.

Forgive our mistakes,
Let’s build our bridge,
Mending our broken cords,
To do what we did best,
So hold my hand
Let’s take this path again.

©Joy🌹

Posted in Hope Alive, Moments

Love…Live…Laugh!!

(Inspired by JayD…a soul who has been a blessing and an encouragement to me. A friend who despite the distance has remained close and a source of joy. Thank you for the inspiration and for your belief in me JayD. Let’s keep up with the good work…life is crazy enough,let’s not be left out..always a JayDbroVision!😉😉)

Live
Today as the best day ever,
Taking one step at a time,
Each mile you take,
Is a step further from where you are,
So fear not…
To us all time and tide was given,
Make it the best of it all…
For tomorrow is never assured…
But today is…
It is our present!

Laugh
Laugh and the world laughs with you,
Cry and see how cold the world can be!
Finding joy in all that we see,
Making each and everything count,
Smiling at the world around is…
The perfect sign to carry with us
The language understood even by the dumb…
So smile…
For in it you may make another’s day…
And you look much better when you do.

Love
The greatest commandment of all,
Love your God with all that’s in you,
Love all with no inhibition carried within
This the good Book says!
Be that ray of light waited upon at dawn,
Bethe calm that comes after the storm…
To love is to give to others
For in giving we receive
So shut not your heart…
But open it to self and others…
Let’s give love!

I laugh,live and love,
Through my imperfections I’m made to see perfection,
Through my flaws I’m made to learn more,
Thus I give myself out to all…
For there’s no greater joy than this…
Being the reason another finds their smile and gets to live…
This no matter the storms faced…
No matter how bad my waters get troubled…
I shall rise above…
I shall rise to live,love and laugh!

©Joy🌹
#Live,love,laugh
aJayDBroVision

Photo credits: JayD

Posted in Hope Alive

UNTITLED 

From the abundance of the heart, 

My mouth shall speak… 

From the lack in my soul, 

My mind shall ever wander… 

With the shortcomings within my state… 

I shall keep yearning for more, 

Till when my heart finds rest on him, 

From the horizon I shall await, 

With each rising and falling tide, 

I know soon he too shall arrive, 

And together we shall smile again, 

Together we shall dwell in our embrace, 

As our moments will have begun

But till then… 

Of the abundance in my heart, 

My mouth shall always speak! 
©Joy 🌹