Zeyya, My Kenya

Mombasa…my love grows

As her beauty touched my heart like the sight of her brown skin,

I sought her lush greenery and crisp ocean waters,
I am hers, she is mine, touch not her former torments because as does the mother suffer in childbirth so does her loving and beautiful reward emerge,
I hear the beautiful call to prayer for those faithful and sense the other choices made by others who believe–their business all,
Sand and ocean proclaimed loves healing waters and intense sun as up on Bamburi Beach the waves and tides chased and taunted visitors and family,
Just as the beauty of Tudor Creek with its octopus shape is lost on day visitors do the citizenry love its long grasses that move as people who progress through fog to begin their day, or imagined as spirits whose tattered and rotted burial shrouds wave gently and reach to touch all living, perhaps in hope of a rebirth or memory to share,
Languish not upon the Umba River for there are times when it will widen and hurl all from its shores to places unknown or as of yet undiscovered,
Feast upon beauty my Zeyya for not as much of yours as I have compared to your land visited up on my heart and now cemented thus.

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Your Smile

Memories of your smile lift my heart from its sometimes murky depths.

Traces of your laughter sweeten my drinks and seem to be a kiss upon my lips.

Images of your beauty are a pillow upon which I am able to rest my head.

The smell of your skin is an elixir without which I will never heal.

The soft down of your hair is a veil that intrigues and envelopes my senses in its majestic aura.

You are a friend, an enigma, a lovely question without a definite answer–

it makes you perfection.

When Is More Not Enough?

We live in a Nation that began with blood spilled, as payment for freedom.

Though all men existing within these boundaries were granted liberty, the forces of evil soon made themselves known. They stripped away the mantra of freedom to those who looked different than they citing a passage of Scripture to carry out their evil unfairness. How can this Nation, which was founded by those escaping religious persecution–do we use the same to broker unfair policies or shame those that are different than our so-called selves.

Though glowing words heralded Americas birth, she is again faced with tyranny in the form of rich despots that would shame some of histories worst criminals. America whose principles of fairness were the guiding light that echoed once round the world, fell prey to her own successes. Slavery was the result and segregation the end result. Just as South Africa weathered the storm of Apartheid, now, America stands at a crossroad; should she turn left or should she pivot right.

Many will argue that this is extremism; have not the conservative radio hosts spoken on veiled terms of “now is ‘our’ time to take back America.”
Educated people have fallen prey to the lies cast forth from the very media sources they once eschewed.
Informed people, some of whom are the most highly educated, rant on woman’s issues like a zealot who has just walked from his hut and then was seceded the ability of command over women and the poor. Pro-life has become a word; while we as humans have an obligation to protect the young-if most animals can, why not more so humans.

The reality of this dogmatic approach to life and human rights regardless of common sense or even biblical teachings is heinous.

People have the right to seek their own happiness without mandated edicts from governmental powers. Yet, when the protected rights of all citizens are in danger of, or repeatedly violated-States Rights should be acknowledged.
People have the right to exist as thinking sentient beings and should be allowed to develop as far as their abilities and determination will allow. Education has improved the quality of life of a nations citizenry.

The American political process seems to be doomed as Politicians refuse to carry out their Constitutional responsibilities, while signing internal pledges to ignore their respective obligations to their constituents and sit stoically in their Senate or House seats and do nothing.

The rich have circumvented the American political process by convincing political leaders to circumvent the political mandate as elected officials who were placed in those positions by voters following a just and fair election process. These elected officials ignore their voters and bow to the influence of billionaire influence peddlers who have a shadowy motivation.

This is currently why the cost of this election is so high.
The entire voting process appears to be a miserable joke. Have the American people been fooled into the greatest con job in recent history.

Let us see how far this nation is willing to carry the burden of change. It is senseless to through support behind one person who claims to be in your corner, while having mistreated you initially has decided to alter their persona.

Are the hidden faces of hate lining up, buoyed by billionaires and special interest groups. Let us see how far their money goes.

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I Ran

I Ran

Backwards, too frightened to look forward, too stubborn not to look back.

Eyes tightly shut, like a crazed stampede of buffalo, mindless juggernauts of brute strength propelled me faster.

From prudence, towards independence and freedom to do as I hoped. Not easily accomplished in this our real world.

Covering invisible bases I could not see, feeling the nonexistent pads as I stepped upon each of these.

With my heart was fire, from pain, exertion, and desire. Believing I have to win, losing is a foreign language not spoken.

Because I must, to get to the other side first, to dare the spoilers, haters, and deviates of now, come for me if you can.

I am here having focused on and now knocking upon my destinations door before I left.

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Ever Venus

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 I could not tear your beauty

from my mind.

Soft skin, the image I could not

separate from my desires grasp.

I smell your beauty, its loveliness, its

timeliness, its ability to turn

willpower to weak-will.

I launch myself into your angelic

aura, sensing without hesitation

your patience, your courage,

your desire, your intelligence, your

demanding strength as you share

your greatest gift-your love.

I seek your passion, powerful, direct,

unflinching, and uncompromising.

I sought you out for an eternity,

before humanity measured time, as

even the first dawn chased away

darkness and its uncertainty.

I desired to give without wish for

payment, without the planting of a

seed for the beautiful gift of life

which is natures answer to a

certainty that is an inheritance of

this life.

Soft skin and translucent eyes

sought out, found; then rested upon mine.

Peace.

Hair that one day reached towards

the sun while on other nights

sought solace as would a gardener

spreading beautiful soil over sown

seeds.

I see the depths of your love, your

smallest smile, your closeness; I

reach for your hand and am

comforted by its warmth. I hope to

taste the wet sweet nectar of your

tongue.

I hope to envelope you in my joy–of

heart, of peace, of adventure.

Is this tender Venus where we

began–perhaps known by other

names so long ago, or is it yet to be.

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Waiting For Beauty

Waiting For Beauty

 
Standing, I foolishly waited for the cosmetics to be rendered their due honors.

Their patron, patiently applying what might work yesterday, not being visualized today.

Who first sought to turn the natural look of a woman in to heightened loveliness, into more when all that might be realized is before man.

Why take GOD’S pure image of treasured greatness and morph her into an idealized perception of her own greatness.

I believe man’s desire for a quick glance to comfort his tyrannical need for perfect has now extended to whom he loves; his judgement is clouded and this blinds him to reality.

A woman is beautiful.

Pay attention to her movements, each pause, turn or hesitation; a selection of choreographed symphonic passions that emanate friendship, love, devotion, loyalty.

What of Man. Will our narrow minded desire for the “perfect woman” alter perceptions of even GODS ordained order. HIS expectation that we are seeking what we might share–perfect, as we see in life, while desirous of what we have not, is a quandary that man will ever seek to overcome.

Why waste her beauty, with the toss of her head we hesitate, by the mere adjustment of her shoulder–perhaps a flex; are we not taken and tossed about.

Every shake or sway of hair, by wind, breeze, fan or step.

A moistening of her lips the sight of her lips slightly parted, rival the most beautiful of sculptures or photos or paintings ever created or may be created.

A slight furrow of her brow, a tender crinkling of her nose, or a twitch–she is honored for her magnificence.

Man, you might miss out while seeking perfection, just as you try to encourage and alter the concept that beauty transformed is the only way. This only leads to foolish pride.

Think.

Look at her unpretentious beauty, visualize her passion, experience her intelligence, see her strength, and learn that which she richly shares, then marvel about all that is about and within her.

If we measured life by what we see upon the surface, life would be miserable and unfulfilled.

Sharing events, or understanding the moments of beauty we are granted, make our lives truly exceptional.

Probability

This is a fable…a small table set for two, moonlight, a gentle breeze as the stars frame the beauty of you. 

Amazed by the love in your eyes, each time ours met, as words not needed — if spoken, not heeded. 

 When heart as light refracted bends to produce a rainbow of beauty, as seemingly charted upon loves duty. 

 A tender moment shared, is as much for the moment dared.