From the Sunday meet, we got our poem of the week. Let us know what you think. Enjoy! The Tug and War, (The Denial) Over this vast emptiness, Echoes come and go, Returning, Returning, Returning with empty voices. In this air free space, I embrace the death of me… Yes empty. Empty without my own echoes… Haunting? No, calling. Calling me tempt my eyes focus on worlds past. But Thoth, I beseech thee, Place thorn upon my crown. Dig deep into my brain… Crucify my mind. Scrape the skin off my scalp. Scoop the grey guck out… Thoughts. Must. Not. Shout!!! Shattered glass swims there within, And forces me paper speak in strange pen. Cut and chop, Thought please stop… When you don’t, You stop my walk. But thought must not stop. Thought creates mental walk… Not block! Would you sit and wait rather than sit and weigh it? You must stir the waters. Seek the centre. Past is a teacher, Not a tormentor. ‘Nothing is new under the sun, Except that which has been forgotten.’ Pick your crown, Open your mind, Seeking is the only way that you will truly find! But seeking leaves me searching for eternity. And I am man, mortal, My breath shall leave me. My skin shall shrivel, My tongue lose words. My lips shall quiver, And my eyes, My eyes will not kiss this world. I will fade away like a drifting cloud. My shouts will be but gasps grasping for loud. This is my reality. My death is my destiny, My pain is my identity… These plans that you have, They are too big for me… Jason Sabiiti Ntaro
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 07:47:01 +0000
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