where does love go?

The thousand aching fingers of love,
my love, come out jagged, imperfect
Letting go, being distant
Don’t trust it!
Count it a strange way of hanging on
Preserving what I hold most dear
Trust my love is there,
powerful
I have felt it pushing
Kicking and screaming
Held back by a weak creature
For all its might
Life’s just too short
For love to be free
So this, a plan born of giving up
The paradigm shift
Better off on its own, should I go first
I pray my love would be the blanket that keeps you warm
When people bound by duty peel off
And, dread that day, if my gaze is lowered
My eyes to never see the same again
When all and sundry is off to and back from
their jaunt to reachable heights
(will we ever learn?!for whom the bell tolls. etcetra etcetra)
I don’t ask for much
Let my love be just a few proud feathers
Adorning the blessed wings you soar on
Lord knows, I bear witness, you are worth
A million feathers and more
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Have you never heard?
Have you never understood?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of all the earth.
He never grows weak or weary.
No one can measure the depths of his understanding.
He gives power to the weak
and strength to the powerless.
Even youths will become weak and tired,
and young men will fall in exhaustion.
But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength.
They will soar high on wings like eagles.
They will run and not grow weary.
They will walk and not faint.

Isaiah 40:28-31

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mithat, asmat… you best believe the hype!


magic you don’t believe in

I ask you how come

when there is distance in between

I ebb, am unwholesome

and when you are near

no wand

just a hand, a touch

I, as the world knows me

as you made me

reappear

no abracadabra either

my name through your lips

with all the petals of my being

towards you, my sun, I blossom

crystal balls

what need do you have for them ?!

the future lies in your eyes

my reflection in them

is the best person I have ever been

ever will be

they are twice the affirmation

twice the promise

screw magic carpets!

I know

your feet carry thoughts of me

everywhere that you go

so, next time you walk around

on God’s green earth

blissfully ignorant of your powers

feel ordinary

just remember this

if it were the 17th century, they would have burned you alive

you’ve been put on earth

to prove yourself wrong

I salute my unassuming teacher

now we are a couple of sorcerers

and then I wake up

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This is the first post from Addis Ababa in over 28 months.

41.Esat

She was hot

 

Prometheus would have been pissed

Pandora’s descendant was sporting fire

 

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But no need to panic

 

A mortal man to the rescue  

 

Since before fire

 

He was meant to be her fireman

 

Or so he thought ……..

 

 Got to return fire to his kind  

 

Get it off the wrong being 

 

Approaches his destiny  

 

With all sense of urgency

 

Truck and all…..

 

 

 

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Damn oxygen!

 

Couldn’t stop her from taking it in

 

Try as his lips might

 

He needed them for something else

 

Had to scream out how searing she was

 

And couldn’t keep her blaze under wraps

 

Had to show it to the world

 

Soon he would lie next to her

 

Draped in a feeling of dereliction

 

 Known as satisfaction

 

She is still burning

 

But, behold!

 

He too was on fire now

 

Her never the one to give up

 

Him never the one to compromise

 

 

In between many fiery a sun

 

Two fires will duel  

 

Top and bottom

 

Front and back

 

Side by side

 

Alas there will be no winner

 

For both will keep on burning

 

Happily ever after

 

More than body

 

Stronger than soul

 

 Fire they would have in common  

 

Long live the fire!

 

 

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