Some land hold people -
Bonding with them in a timeless memory
Some people bond with a land -
Holding it with love and regard
For those who see the land as something to be used -
Forced to provide - beaten until it lays wasted
Wapishana lady whispers to me
Mango trees die if people move -
They like it when people live with them
Love makes the land thrive
Spirit tek spirit they always say
A land is full of life, potential and energy -
Because it is nurtured to be this way
Balance the growth - so your land is not wasted
Take the resources and bleed it dry -
The land has no life, no potential and no energy
Some land holds people - and people hold the land
Thursday, 31 August 2017
Savannah Seasons Muse
Your song-
Of beauty and adversity
Of hope - freshly fallen rain on blistering soil
Of struggle - savannah flower blooming among the brown
Of a land like two minds, lover and madman
My Savannah land-
Of downpours and blistering drought
Your song is a song of tests.
For those who love you, know-
There can never be one without the other
Your song - is painfully beautiful. Burnt Savannah ash mix with rain drops splashing on the land Brilliant colours blend - a thousand shades of green and brown Colours of earth, colours of life and death - of hope and adversity Your song plays on- Of endless sky and shining beacons up high When darkness falls and shadows cast Soft moonlight comes, dancing with Kaiambe trees
Your song is old - Yet never grows cold When deer flowers bloom - sweet scents dance on the night breeze We know your song, my Savannah land And frogs in April know your song - They know it in the thunder and the rains The quail whistles, when you listen - She knows your song- sung in the dry season breeze Both seasons are beautiful my Savannah muse
Play me your Savannah song.
Your song - is painfully beautiful. Burnt Savannah ash mix with rain drops splashing on the land Brilliant colours blend - a thousand shades of green and brown Colours of earth, colours of life and death - of hope and adversity Your song plays on- Of endless sky and shining beacons up high When darkness falls and shadows cast Soft moonlight comes, dancing with Kaiambe trees
Your song is old - Yet never grows cold When deer flowers bloom - sweet scents dance on the night breeze We know your song, my Savannah land And frogs in April know your song - They know it in the thunder and the rains The quail whistles, when you listen - She knows your song- sung in the dry season breeze Both seasons are beautiful my Savannah muse
Play me your Savannah song.
Tuesday, 29 August 2017
Warped and Wrapped
Wrapped in a blanket of illusion
Warped perceptions of inclusion
Wrapped in a mist of swirling words
Warped meanings of this world
Wrapped in an image of the big picture
Warped details in the depicture
Wrapped in one worldview
Warped in colours and hue
Wrapped eyes and blinded
Warped view and divided
Warped perceptions of inclusion
Wrapped in a mist of swirling words
Warped meanings of this world
Wrapped in an image of the big picture
Warped details in the depicture
Wrapped in one worldview
Warped in colours and hue
Wrapped eyes and blinded
Warped view and divided
Tuesday, 15 August 2017
Quest
For she sought to be free
And fought to be happy
But-yet-in her journey
And Endless quest -
She forgot -
To just be-
And fought to be happy
But-yet-in her journey
And Endless quest -
She forgot -
To just be-
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