MY HEARTIST by M

I sit in ponder of my beloved

So far, the distance kills the heart

I cannot vent

I am mad at him

Who gave him the authority?

To anger me and be angry at I

And with the distance

Assault to injury

It kills the heart

Yet my soul yearns for he

In love

In fight

In fury

In anger
In frustration…Still

I submit

Funny

That in these fiery times my insides burn most for him

I miss thee

I burn in anger and desire

So far

The distance kills the heart

I close my eyes

O my beloved is here

Staring at me

In my fiercest fumes

I want to burst…I want to charge…oh I should explode

And yet

Am halted

But how can I?

The exuberance of his charms won’t let me

Assuredly, he moves towards me

Am confused

My bosom heaves, uncontrollably, pleasurably

I miss you

His gaze fixates upon my eyes

Am bathed in calmness

His arms tightly but gently devour my body

I coil senselessly in submission

I totter in his intoxicating embrace

I blink

He lain me down, sunset reflecting in his eyes

The passion in them ignites my body, my desires

I want you

I tremble in his lips’ tender traces upon mine

Oh that…that I do miss, my heartist

The dexterity of your craftsmanship

Nay

Squirm not over spills and splurges of your shades on my surface

This canvas thirsts

Insatiable of your paint

Worry not of broken and of misplaced brushes

For the skills on thy digits is enviable

Alas! How they tickle

How they stir these nervous nerves

How they paint the corners and edges of this canvas’ curves

Your art on me is impeccable

When you work on this plane

Undesirables turn orgasmic

It is such

In breaking my heart

I would care less

You ponder why?

Well

Our fate, to be or not to be

Pieces of mine shattered heart form a mosaic of your face

Juxtaposition in thought

Of my love against your selfishness

Unfaithfulness

Disloyalty

Egotism

Anger

Disavowal

It don’t matter how far

Nor the distance

Every air you exhale

I feed my desire in its inhalation

Devoid of, I succumb

Nay

Its not obsession

Simply

The loves that burns for you

That the eloquence of words cannot quench

It refuses to die

Its destiny

For he know not the depths of my love

O reader,

If ye cometh across my beloved

Doth pass my word

That I deservedly declare

‘I am your canvas

Paint your love on me'


I received this poem from my girlfriend, so much I want to say about this piece. I wont, instead I'll say thank you, I am glad I am forgiven, loved and missed. I love you and I am honored you love me this much. I am yours; you are mine.

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mwanaume ni..

If love is just a word
then prayers are just recitals
and the bible is simply a book
there is more to life than just watching the days pass
more to faith than just hoping for mountains to move
there is more to forgiveness than I am sorry
and more to repentance than just forgive me my iniquities
In all this what's more is action
It's DOING
it's moving from just saying
just hoping
to doing
mwanaume si effort tu
mwanaume pia ni action

scared; irked; pleased

I will start by saying I am scared

You scare me don’t you see

I have sat here waiting for you to come as you said

However, you are not here

It is our first meet is it not.

I have worn my floral print flowing dress

I have a ribbon brighter than the sun

I am sticking out from the sullen browns and creams that dot this park

I am alone

They have children you see

The children keep coming up to me

Offering me sweets and trinkets

In addition, little treasures from the ground

Mostly earthworms

And I am scared

For not only do they think I am alone

Their parents think I am alone too

Me

In my welcoming floral, print dress

And my hair ribbon brighter than the sun

I have been fanning myself with a hat

For more than an hour at that

Now you irk me

For you are not here! and I look like a peculiarity staring at the babies

I am worried you will not show

I do not know what you make of this

Is it a waste of your time?

I thought you were interested

It was even your idea

AND HERE I AM ALONE

LOOKING LIKE…

Ah! I see you

Oh khaki pants and picnic basket

I will crumple this paper now

You please me!

10,000 trials with faith

I have not failed. I've just found
10,000 ways that won't work.
-Thomas A. Edison

Ten thousand times I tried and failed
Ten thousand ways I learned to perfect
Then the first from ten thousand
I made my break and everyone said

"oh! how great it is to have your luck, to try and make it on your first buck"

Yet no one noticed the ten thousand flops
For all they could see was the one shiny bulb
Not the thousands of blown up and charred filaments
Not the drawings and concepts that filled the work table
Just the lighting and the bulb that emitted its large warm glow
Ten thousand trials with faith
A single reward of success
Believing till the end
Till the final whistle is blown
Till success is changed from thoughts on a paper to tangible physical matter.

Inspired by Thomas Edison who did 10,000 experiments before, eventually, inventing a working light bulb.   

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faith

It's lack of faith that makes people afraid of meeting challenges, and I believe in myself.

-Muhammad Ali

I stood across the cliff
I watched the birds leap
And the animals make their way
I held on to the ropes
But,
I lacked the faith to take the step
The one step towards my goal
Towards my dream

I stood upon the board
The springy diving board
I watched my peers dive and scream and laugh and splash!
But
I held on to my fears afraid to take the plunge
I took a step back
Then two and I was off my board.

I sat long alone in the room
For I chose to ignore the voices that filled my ambience
The chatter that rented my space
I hid in a corner
Intimidated by eye contact
Unaware of willing listeners
I was inferior
I was insufficient
I was afraid

Then I learnt
I shot me down
It was my faith that starved but my fear that I fed
I was capable
I was ideal
I was brave.
Faith conquered fear
Now I cross my bridge.
Dive the depths
And engage conversation

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