Afadhali siku za landline

Afadhali siku za landline,
When everything was simple and nothing was inferred.
When conversations were honest and there was no fear,
When humans set no standards and affection was the scale,
When laughs flowed freely and tears flowed with passion,
When pain wasn't the standard and infatuation was the motivation,
When texts were for doctors with pagers and not for subliminal communication.

Afadhali siku za landline,
When everything was simple and nothing was inferred.

Hiroshima

Meaningless yet priceless,
An foolish journey for the intellectual
An impossible hurdle for the broken
A tempestuous storm for selfish.

A game played by all men
A game in which men lose their minds
Where the idiots succeed
And inexperienced bravery sees out the night.

It is a curse
A spell placed upon the Adamite race
A hex which brings pain and joy
Peace and destruction in equal measure.

A necessity we do not need
A riddle without an answer

Youth

Memories of things that were and things that could have been.
A double-edged sword that brings both relief and regret
Pain and joy
Hope and fear

Ooh to be able to savour again
That which was lain before us for our indulgence.
Which our greed denied us the opportunity to enjoy it
A delicacy so richly prepared but so poorly consumed.

It now and forever will saunter,
In the belly of the beast,
The behemoth created by our impatience.
That aborts the ability to live
And lulls us to sleep today
Dream of a better tomorrow

Is it too late or
It is too late?

Music for the deaf

Could she twirl?
Turn in beautiful melodic motion,
Interpret the music with her movement,
Sing the song with all but her voice?

I had heard about it but never knew what music was,
What melodies sound like,
The richness of a beautiful tune,
The melancholy of the minor chord.

Till she shewed me what music is,
With her movement, her body, her soul;
How the world listens with its ears...
No, how the world should listen to music.

Giving insight to a deaf man on the virtues of music,
The beauty of melodies,
In a way men with ears haven't heard before.

Dance for me forever,
And don't heal my deafness,
For to hear as men do would be to deny me the beauty of her grace,
It would be to blind me to the only silent expression of music I know.

Forever dance for me,
Dance for me forever.

Harry

It is wretched, it is fatal
It is glorious, it is brilliant.

To enjoy life's finer details,
To enjoy what commonfolk cannot.
Ooh to indulge in pleasures,
Pleasures so sacred, no man can buy them.
An experience no man can put a price on.

To hate with a hatred so cruel,
Because you have been robbed,
Robbed of perfection of the object you once worshipped.
A robbery so stealth, ordinary men will not notice the difference.

It is wretched, it is fatal
It is glorious, it is brilliant

Six stringer

My baby don't talk much but when she talks, she produces the sweetest sounds I know.
She doesn't cry out for attention but her eyes betray her; and melt my heart.

She ain't 100 degrees hot but she sure is as fine as the word could be.
Sleek and beautiful, not too flashy but stylish. That's how I like them and I got myself a good deal.

She's a storyteller, telling stories of times that were, times present and times to come. Rich in history and possesses a tongue, wise like that of a serpent.

Beauty is encased in her body, where the heart reverberates with brilliance. Right in her bosom where all fears, worries bad anxieties are settled. Where hope is rekindled and joy set ablaze

I love you my love

My guitar

Cut-and-dried

Nice tux, good clean nice tux.
Perfect haircut: hair beard and all,
Fashion Omega watch,
Brilliantly polished shoes.

Perfect wife,
Beautiful in every sense of the word,
Perfect stride
Proper make-up
There's no room for 99%, it's all or nothing.

All eyes on them,
Focused attention,
There is none more perfect,
None more enviable,

Or so it seems.