Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Bosom Buddy

The code is broken
the assasin's got a clear shot
pull the trigger on romeo
for a bosom buddy he dies

his buddy made the order
his life for the buddy's name
pull the trigger on romeo
for a bosom buddy he dies

He lies in cold blood
shot through the heart
all the dreams wasted away
for a bosom buddy he dies


Under the Stars

Here under the stars I stand
watching you watching me
in your eyes I see
love is shining down on me

Here under the stars I stand
watching you watching me
I feel love all around
I know we were meant to be

Here under the stars I stand
watching you watching me
delighterd we have each other
imagine, can't live without you

Here under the stars I stand
watching you watching me
my life without you O life
so colourless so blue with you

oh, I love you. I do

Jay

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

A new code

A man I am built to provide
lowly I feel to receive I must
salvaging my pride I strive
to be counted among the men
troubles I see not in my way
at peace I am far away from these
Shall I write a new code to abide
to save my face from such
to say no when I see it come

Monday, October 13, 2008

me it and the Rock

the blood shot eyes stared steadily out of the darkness
the ground beneath shook with the pounding of its heart
its belly rumbled in expectation
its frame taut, every muscle stretched ready to pounce

my knuckles felt the strain
as the grip on my spear tightened
i could feel the cleft of rock behind me being bathed in sweat
it advanced, i retreated, what will be will be.

then like a flash it leaped and time stood still
i felt a rush of blood as i crouched below the cleft
engulfed by its shadow
even the feeble moon had given up

my hand thrusted out
and i felt its life ebb into my spear
its weight bearing on me the spear went deeper
i crept out of the Rock, it had saved my life.

No cheers no ululations
the trees hushed the crickets mummed
it was only the three of us
me, it and the Rock
the village, a distant memory slept on.
the poet

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Who am I

I drop the self righteous stone

Rebuked by the writing on the sand

To descend from the throne on high

Have I no sin to cast the first stone?

Who am I to pass the judgment on her?

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is the just one that can point a finger?

A refection of guilt that tears me apart

Have I no sin to cast the first stone?

Who am I to pass the judgment on her?

I draw back into the shadows I retreat

Through his eyes shall I look at the woman

Hear his voice, depart from him and sin no more

Have I no sin to cast the first stone?

Who am I to pass the judgment on her?

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Love

I strive to capture the true essence of life

And to be fulfilled through becoming a channel

Trusted to deliver to those in need of the answer

Driven to give more than is anticipated

Living to make the world a better place

So I give and I give and I give from the heart I give

There is no greater love expressed than this

With no medals, no recognition, but instead harm

A friend lays down his life for his friends

I have a smile across my face coz of memories

Emotions that come with doing well for others

For opportunities that enrich through expression of our love

Mmh… so when we love then we inevitable give

Out of conviction we are driven to a borderless life of love

So we give and we give and we give from the heart we give

What better demo that what we see in John 3:16

I strive, I resolve, everyday to be like him, to walk in love

To love because he first loved us

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Soldier Boy

These are the words of wisdom from the captain
To a worrying boy in love with a beauty
His heart so open to be united to her forever

What then shall be of you my boy?
You who knows not to hide when you love
What remedy for the bug that got you on this path

They got games they label love that you must play
No one comes out in the open with a love declaration
Your emotions must be discreet like the African fathers

Assuring her of the tomorrow you’ve never seen
Accruing a zillion gadgets for the important course
In need of captain’s experience to hunt for her heart

A new identity is prerequisite my boy
A boy soldier in a crude world you become
The image of the steady and strong warrior assumed

You with an open heart must take cover
To the caves you must run and hide your heart
A mortal warrior waging war for love without your heart

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Just…

A world away from my world
So rich to him who courted you
So powerful a tool to the cultured
Usher me to worlds unknown
You just never know

I know a beauty who adores you
Your rich clothes & style amaze
Your language is food to her soul
Teach me your ways I say
You just never know

To the unknown worlds I journey
I step into the darkness to discover
My heart beats with bewilderment
Just perhaps I shall be like the cultured
You just never know.

Heroes

My nursery school teacher was right,

Heroes are just like you and me

Anyone can become great

Forget the talents focus on the discipline

It is how you finish the race that counts

Ask the heroes of old what the secret is

There is no magic portion to ascending

Watch and learn from the legendary tales

The formula open for all who seek wisdom

An open book exam for all destiny makers

Disguised in overalls labeled work, sometimes in

a speech from the gravity apple with no name

Or ordinary math to fly the Wright brothers

I have a dream… so ordinary yet so powerful

So my nursery school teacher was right

Heroes are just like you and me

Anyone can become great

The African Child

The girl child awaits her savior
she gazes into the plains in hope
mama urges her to dream big
She anticipates she waits
Africa's tomorrow awaits her miracle

An idea, a thought, a venture
One vision, one passion, one voice
From deep, in conviction,for a course
She anticipates she waits
Africa's tomorrow awaits her miracle

what will be of the lil children
the leaders we make, africa's today
our contribution for generations to come
She anticipates she waits
Africa's tomorrow awaits her miracle

Whipped Cream

No words to hide behind anymore

No one to speak matters of my heart

Cannot live in denial no more

Whipped cream I hear them called it

I do not know where it got its identity

But I sure feel whipped by a beauty.

Shall I look away and pretend am ok

Will I get more covers to hide behind?

I have no formula for things of the heart

So I lay bear like my buddy creamy

We are whipped with no apologies

This I write so my soul may be at peace

A declaration of love I cannot hide

It’s to you my beloved I address this

Just as I am with no script and director

This many words I summed to three

I love you

O Jericho

Her name is Jericho,

Her high walls speak for themselves

She’ll let no one in or no one out

Her streets are empty, no one to walk on them

Who then shall gain access the city?

Romeo bellows out his poetry

From outside the walls he declares he love

To the deaf ears of Jericho he opens up

Her streets are empty, no one to walk on them

Who then shall gain access to the city?

Proof you are authentic

A worthy citizen of the city with tales of brokenness

What will separate him from his predecessors

Her streets are empty, no one to walk on them

Who then shall gain access to the city?

There is no gate to the city

She sends no envoy to negotiate with Romeo

He knows only two that can gain access to the city

The legendary Rambo, blasting through the walls

The stealth motion of the ninja, unanounced he arrives

Loneliness shall be her company

Heart break when Rambo comes through with the bazooka

So many questions when the ninja’s gone

Romeo is gone off to Mt. Zion, with poetry the ascends high

What will be of Jericho, shall she keep her high walls so self destructive?