For The First Time

This, a new taste in my gut, golden as tiger nuts in the eyes, but on swallowing, racy and warm,
the after taste, metallic and corroding, leaves a very unpleasant sensation,
mine impairment, a flower out of the beauty of  thine hair, ties me to this siege of grief,
I can only watch u walk away,
this may just be a Hi or How do you do meeting, or not
It could be one of those days which  i will have to turn to a make shift adventure,
share my solace with the windy city,enjoy the feeling of my own breathing, and curse my infinite wanion
or not,
I pray ye haven't cursed me to a jarring fate, like a dead leaf still hanging on its tree, 
For I intend to chase thee this time, before u fade again, 
My sweven cannot be the verdict of life,
Even an army of tarot readers cannot tell what is about to happen:
I might as well try, for the only time,for the first time...

Death

Androphobia, anthrophobia, humane names given to peoples distressing emotions, 

Ever wondered why the fear people have for ending things doesn't have a name like all the other 'fears'?

i wont let you dwell off on that thought, for i speak not, of the end of a sweet experience or a love affair, but of the very last of things, 

Death, the silence, the quiet before the violence, the final act of our dreams, a blanket of freezing ice, 

that which turns a tyrant to a has been,  the bringer of things anew, An end that humans dread, 

the great king of fear that cannot be named, 

The mystery of what comes after "END" is what men fear, ain't it?

they make and then hate its stings, 

they fear the tales of fame and love sinking with time,

but,

amid all the noise and dust,

apart from all the miseries and emotional bombardment an end brings, 

there's peace,serenity, and enlightenment at the end of every line, 

think, mortal, for a man to ever pass to god, 

he must follow the path of the venerable dead you tread above, 

for one time, like thee, they had a life, 

and time shall be when thou shall rest, 

and if its wind u sowed , u will reap a whirl wind

so fear not human 

For Death is a path that must be trod....

Mothers

A man once asked the Prophet to whom he should show the most kindness. The Prophet replied: “Your mother, next your mother, next your mother, and then your father.” (Sunan of Abu-Dawood) In other words, we must treat our mothers in a manner befitting their exalted position - and, again, revere the wombs that bore us. 


When do we  learn what Real love really is, is it when she drops everything she has has just to take care of u when youre sick, or when she sacrifices her sleep, and work up all her hand muscles just so U can get a good night sleep, or when she feeds your puberty stricken ass, even though u spent the day in your room snoring while she did all the house chores ( your dad's included), when do we learn? Will it be when u grow old enough to have kids and realize that at times while you were growing up, she felt as if you're a shoe, too small and expensive, couldn't bear to throw you out, yet it gave her blisters.What ever the case, trust me, A mother's yearning, is the completest type of real human love, and among all the " i love you's" thrown around in this stinking dunghill world, only a mothers is free of doubt, so if yours is still alive, respect her, say thank you every once in a while, and tell her you love her everyday, and do help the ageing queen with the house chores, it doesn't mean you're doing her any favors though, repaying her for what she has done is humanly impossible.

MY MOTHER

UR VOICE STILL RINGS IN MY EARS

REMINDING ME OF ALL THOSE YEARS 

THAT YOU TOOK CARE OF ALL MY NIGHTMARE FEARS

NOT ONLY THAT YOU PULLED MY EARS WITH THE DEVILRY OF MY EARLY YEARS

ONLY NEXT TO THE NOBLEST U ARE,

ALL THE DREAMS I DREAMED, AND THOSE I STILL DO,

 I, A JUVENILE COULDN'T HAVE DONE ALONE,

UR LIGHT GUIDED ME THRU,

 UR ABSENCE IN AN EPOCH OF MY JOURNEY THRU THIS PARKY PATH WAS INDEED DIMINUTIVE

BUT YOUR WORDS, ETCHED IN MY MEMORY, FEATHERED MY WINGS EVERY TIME THE WEAKENED PAIR TIRED IN MID FLIGHT,

ALL THE FLOWERS U PLANTED, THE HOPE, THE FAITH, HAVE BEEN WARMED BY UR SUN, UR VOICE, THTS DEEP WITHIN ME,

AS TIME GOES BY I ONLY WONDER, WILL THOSE FLOWERS WILT AND DIE WHEN U’RE NOT HERE, WILL THERE BE ANYTHING LEFT FOR ME,

BUT HERE'S IT IS MA, U ALWAYS SAID THERE'S ALWAYS SUMN WORTH FIGHTING FOR, 

I HAVE LEARNED, SOME, IF NT ALL THE INSTRUMENTS ON MY JOURNEY,

IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT WHATS WRITTEN ON THE PAGES, THERES MUCH MORE...

AND WHENEVER I LOOSE MYSELF, THIS IS WHAT I REMEMBER,

I KICKED YOUR WOMB AND CAUSED YOU PAIN,

U WEPT, AND BEGGED BUT YET I CAME,

TO THIS WORLD OF SHAME, SORROW AND DECEIT,

WITH NTHN TO REPAY FOR THE LOVE U SHOWED,

I ONLY CAN RECIPROCATE IN KIND,

PRAYERS I’LL GIVE TILL THE END OF TIME,