Saltedpen

It took a flicker And we quickly fluttered We were drawn By the bright lights The intermittent glow More like a pulse A rhythm A hung beat box Booming We nodded our wings And numbed our antennas We were warned The dance will consume us Our wings will get a mind of their own We won’t stop Once the beat was in us We couldn’t beat it out It wasn’t our fault It was too irresistible Too intoxicating We hung high and low Circling closer  So we  fell One by one Don’t get drawn in Stay away from them The bright flicking lights The ones that deceive you The ones that wear you down That burns your wings That brings an end to you Stay away from the moth dance

I won’t chase after….  Something elusive Something dismissive Something invasive That borders on the repulsive I won’t chase after toys Something coy A ploy That will make me burn like troy I won’t chase after… Something wickedly seductive That makes my emotions captive Derives pleasure in my pain I can’t chase fakes that break down Costly mistakes that bring a man down The stakes are high And down the stake you go

He who breathes deepest lives most. - Elizabeth Barrett Browning I never do like feeling helpless. I like being in control especially of my emotions. The not being able to do anything bit is not in my cup of tea. As I was coming from work, I met one of my friends. She always has a smile on her face, big brown eyes and is one of the sweetest people I know. From a far I could tell she wasn’t okay. She did smile though…a faint one. She looked frail and was holding a brown pack of painkillers. She was from the chemist. I offered to take her home because she wasn’t looking good. On the way we chatted and I asked her what was up. She told me she was in pain and she had been in and out of hospital. They had run tests and she wasn’t getting better. She was finally diagnosed with lymphoma. I was taken aback. And I asked of all the people… why her? I felt helpless. There is a piece I did last year after one of my pals dared me to go pink. I know the pink ribbon is associated with

It has been a solid two months of posting and I want to thank those who have read every post! You know yourselves. Why saltedpen?   Salt adds flavor and preserves. Using the pen I want to bring about a change infused with those inherent qualities. Mathew 5:13 says it much better. History month was great but I do have to admit being confined to bounds of a theme did bring some sense of appreciation for structure (bound by this word…structure>>> follows me). The patience of writing, the beauty of it; the fact that it flows from a thought makes it so exciting. The final full stop leaves you with glee and even though you don’t know how it will end …..You write. It’s more like life. All the pieces may never seem to fit but when you reach the twilight, that’s when it starts to make sense. And through a pair of brand new eyes illuminated by God, you look at things differently. For the next posts will be theme free; unless there is one…anyone. T h ank you again for your reading.

Wars have been fought Blood spilt All for vain glory Vaned arrows From longbowmen Piercing through Coats of mail Flurry of fury Beset By quenchless greed Unflinching apathy That cannot Placate and appease Neither pacify A fallen world On a hill Shouts a cross To an enslaved humanity For redemption For peace For love bled And paid the price

Laughter rent the air A perfect mix of sun and rain Glittering raindrops Children screaming Stomping on sun kissed puddles Driving tyre sticked Ferraris, BMWs, Mercedes With sound effects Mbrrr…nyeeeeee….pshhhhh Toys are us! All you needed was a little Imagination And the cars came to life Never mind the missing Iron coat hangers and patipati And all the rubber bands Ohh what fun The splashing and racing ‘Safarirary’ a muddy affair Dirt was good And Persil knew To those who made fun And still do

Its irony It does not apply To the minority but To the majority There is a past We all familiar with Filled regrets Of deeds committed Of thoughts crafted Of their consequence unknown Of their wisdom unsown Left in tatters No heroes no khaki (Icons of the past) Like an A- BOMB Dropped in Hiroshima They’ve caused havoc We’ve flattened the cities We have burned the bridges As the boom rang… It all boomeranged Like a wicked curve ball We never saw it coming…. Stinging our ears Darkening our eyes Chocking as we inhale And smoking as we exhale And as the debris settled All that is left An eerie wasteland Let’s go back Before it all imploded To the root Before Laplace did a transform Way back to the genesis Where a thought was 'incepted' ‘We could be like God Better yet We could know everything’ Flash forward In despair and enslaved Shackled and starved In need of a savior  So a voice is heard “I

The next two months will be 'history' themed. Basically i will be posting some work done in the past and new ones...enjoy. I will start off with a protest Give me two words To refuse to diffuse this Emergency of redundancy To restore parity In this unjust travesty Give me two words To silence the voices and Remonstrate with passion To this uncouth detention Of my munificent heart Give me two words To send a war cry To gather arms and call My loyal ally chivalry To fight by my side Give me two words Like an expert hunter With a tinge of callousness Drawing you closer Knowing It’s only a matter of time Give me two words Pulsating and pleasant Disarming and enchanting Charming and fascinating Captivating and enthralling Coz in the end That’s what you are So give me two words That is definitive Love protest!

The clouds shifted seamlessly Making way for the sun A beautiful procession As it prepared To make the skies its possession An evil plot To capture the north To engulf it in darkness Through greyish clouds And stop the north Stop it from waking Stop it from rising Hatched by ‘mercurial’ minds That can only be scoffed at Threats of a shadow Conspiracy of fools For the sun will rise And there will be a dawn For the north