TEARS

Someone told him that day,

“Just let free… open up dear child,”

So simple those words,so hard to repeat





In the past and present fore,

In good luck and nasty norm,

All the vile,crude and nasty forms,

Bring tears down a rusty wall.





He imagines his life of yore,

His life now in unfriendly falls,

He thought of his heart,

He thought of his wayward tears and locked.





“Try,talk and wail dear child,

Blame god and blame me,

Show how much pain you feel,

Cry dear child,cry and let it be…”





He choked again,

Cupped his hands and hid his face,

He felt sick,he felt weak.

He closed his eyes tight and prayed for tears.





Then came the voice,stronger with pain,

”Ýou,you are not to cry!!

nor to whine in the night,

Its not for you,nor is it a right of mine,

But you have to try,fall and look at the skies,

cry for me dear child.”





kyalo.

GROWING UP

He loved the lilies,the prairies and all,

The hyena,the panther and crow,

All his friends through winter and fall,

they loved him,he loved them more.





He was growing in height,limbs with beard bore,

He lost the chuckle,the flute and flaw.

He stiffened and left the stall,

To find a place befitting his form.





Civilization,schedule and silky draws,

Whiskey,wine and evening gowns,

All the change and life in town

Removed the fire,the free jonathan.





Now jonathan can’t sing nor live forlon,

He can’t even take a evening walk.

The town,the splendor with beauty and all,

He can’t leave them,thus says jonathan.





kyalo.

THE NIGHT.

As long as rain falls on my head,

In my eyes and down my dry skin,

I shall wait…





I shall wait for the sun to set,

For the night and gloom,

For my friend of doom to rule.





I will steal the news from room to room,

From heart to heart and then depart-

From roof to roof in depth-less night!





The world will be mine!,

As i know it,all mine,

The river the country the mines.





Then hits the morn and lights,

Piercing beams of living sight-

Tucking my glory in i end my flight,dreams of old my darkness light.





Within me i live,seal and freeze,

waiting for my time to roam the sights,

plaintively concealed from all and lights,

Walking steadily,whispering good night!





kyalo.

RUN AROUND

Since i dont believe in love,

Love at first sight or night

i will have to respect the life

The light that comes with love

I dont know what it is,

I dont know how it works

I know thats why it hurts,

i know thats why it hurts

I write this only in retreat,

I know i can never win,

Iask only for peace,leverage,

Please run around for me.

Only for me this bliss to feel

To dance in the rain,

To sing in the streets,

Make some room only for this.

I wont believe or admit

Istill think you’re a ruthless bastard

But i deservethis,okay?,okay,i’ll earn this,

Please run around for me.

kyalo.

LIFE FORSEEN

Standing before the mirror of life

I stare wondering when and why.

How it came to be so wild,unclean,

like a broken hour glass,sand spilling still.

I wonderhow it could be after life forseen.

Is it the greying of the hair

or the wrinkling of the skin?

Maybe its revalations,seasons out seasons in

Alas! tis the sand manfast asleep,

or maybe Atlas surrendering in defeat.

Today being tomorrows yesterday,

earth rotating twenty four hours a day

Be it sun or maybe rain,

I wont strain,come as it may

Life forseen is life unlived

Dreams unclean,future obsolete.

kyalo.





THE RED ROSE

I can imagine your lips

like the petals of a rose,

A red rose if i might add.

Now i see your tongue,

so wet and free

dancing along with mine ,

a slow mexican song.

your lips touch mine,

so soft like the petals of thee bloomed rose,

with the fragrance so rich,

sensational like rolling thunder.

I explore the rose,the high mountains,

the low sea,the untamed gardens and tall trees.

the rose is pure and fair,

tender and sweet to those who kiss by the book.

Kyalo.

THINK ONLY THIS OF ME

Kisten to things,dead and living.

The moon might be blue,

Dust in the sea,

or whispersin the weeds.





Only this should be shown,

written or told of.

Dont call me blessed,

for my epitaph a droning frown.





You should think only this,

”A good lad,he tried”

No tears ,no wails,

just dig and let me lie.





Home from nowhere,

home without breath,

another grey owl

hooting in the dark of the trees.





kyalo.

I WANT TO DIE WHILE YOU LOVE ME

I want to die while you love me,

while yet you hold me fair,

while laughter lies upon my lips

and lights are in my hair.

 

I want to die while you love me,

I could not bear to see,

The glory of this perfect day,

Grow dim-or cease to be.

 

I want to die while you love me,

Oh! who would care to live?

Till love has nothing more to ask,

And nothing more to give.

 

I want to die while you love me,

And bear to that still bed ,

Your kisses turbulent,unspent,

To warn me when i’m dead.

 

 TEDDY TUESDAY (1990)

THE WOMAN YOU NEED.

We-could-never-be-Royals-by-Dave-Whamond-Canada-PoliticalCartoons.com-We were serenaded with declarations of adult hood by the ginger in the royal family and his semi black bride,the fact that being an adult and paying for your way in the world was alien to him is not at all ludicrous to all of us.saying no to all the perks and free stuff that come with being born in the right family has been blown way out of proportion,before we continue i must declare that there is no place in the 21st century for monarchs and medieval elevation of specific people .The rants and racially fueled boasts about his wife making him leave his grand ma’s house is funny to a point,especially when you remember there is no correlation between independence and royalty for these lucky royal bastards,they will be royalty even if they start living on a tree grown in the amazon jungle.This sounds more like moans and groans of a petulant child acting out as the down to earth normal girl teaches the privileged grandson of the queen how to be “normal”.

The fact that men have to resign to the fact that marriage means sharing your space and changing who you are to make this other person happy is not lost to me,we attach so much responsibility to strangers we meet and profess life long commitments to as we loose ourselves in the great battle of surrender and compromise.In some lucky happily ever after stories we do become better versions of ourselves.

Marriage has been seen as the mark of maturity for men and a milestone for women but in the new age,the year 2020 we all hit the work force and share financial and social responsibilities,we must tackle this quickly disappearing matrimonial ritual for all the right reasons.You cannot “build anyone from the ground up”,there is only support and understanding for those in healthy relationships.If you have to tell him who to be or dictate what she says then that is just toxic.Being who you are should never be compromised.You cannot love someone and then change what made you love them to begin with,how you find them is who they are, love is helping them find success in whatever they decide to do with their talent or calling.

The woman you need shouldn’t be bound to societal norms,she should never be a piece of ass you like looking at,greater destinies have been destroyed by swaying hips and seductive lips.Our growing malice against marriage has only served to create a more capitalistic way of socializing,we create avatars on social media platforms that never represent our true selves then pray to find real authentic down to earth people who will love us for who we really are,yeah,the irony is palpable.

There must always be a compromise for true love to grow,the journeys you decide to take together can only stand the test of time if both parties are on the same page.Sharing insecurities and speaking one’s mind even if the topic of conversation might cause friction will strengthen both parties individually as the glue that keeps you together reinforces trust and understanding.Like our dear prince from the royal family,love may have put him on this path that has him embarking on a adventurous new journey,maybe it really is a feel good story of royal proportions,lets wait and see.

MOVING ON.

MOVING ON.

They always said we were made for someone,the blues and the poems from back when people died from the cough.Humans have always believed in this existential calling for the celestial upgrade,we are all more than what we appear in the mirror because of our stories and mired understanding of who we are.

The story begins like all good love stories do,with a chance meeting where liquids are spilled and heads are butted in chance meetings followed by awkward glances and inhibited smiles.Your chemical set up flares as endorphins explode in your head sending magic down your body and into your pants.This magical reaction changes your entire outlook on life,colors become brighter and clearer,birds sing louder and everything becomes one huge high.

The rest of that story is already forgotten history,the residual effects still lingering in the air like a sailors fart.we love fiercely when we don’t think of these people as flawed humans,picking after them and celebrating all their quirks without any criticism.We become addicted to them as it should be when we are smitten,losing ourselves in this wonderland we never can put into words.

Growing up with this fantasy that is love,young minds cultivated in a world of watered down sitcoms and love stories expect the same easy going,happy go lucky thirty minutes love story.Such high expectations conjured up from our child hood about what the world should be catapult our desires and expectations for the future into the realms of fiction.The work they do to make these Hollywood movies should be reciprocated in real life for any real relationship to work and thrive.All the perfect moments prepared and thought through with care and devotion.

My generation is that of damaged emotional dwarfs,scurrying about with masks on selling fictitious  facades to other faceless hornier social media junkies,claiming to be looking for the real thing.We do not have the fortitude to remain promised to one another because we are worth more now,more than our parents and their parents before them.We are in love with ourselves and our flaws.We are more superficial now, the sexual revolution was a necessity for our civilization to flourish but the human condition had other plans.

This new age self love mantra has warped our minds,The rules for courtship blurred by fear.We equate our worth now to the material things we are able to amass in a short span of time.We work smart,working hard doesn’t suit our liberal sensibilities accentuated by  a false sense of “wokeness” that has most of us hiding our true selves just to fit into this new life fad.In our pursuit for perfection we overstate our capabilities and attributes,we lie to ourselves and all the other avatars who log on to also share in their manufactured lies.The stories we tell about ourselves are the only proof that we exist in this society,the wants and needs that take center stage in these online communities spill into our day to day lives blurring the line between what is real about us and what isn’t. We plunge ourselves into physical relationships without learning each others intentions and hearts,this union always affects us differently of course,some people will open their hearts quickly after intimacy,confusing sex  for a declaration of undying devotion,while others walk it off like a conversation with a long lost acquaintance.

The confusion comes to bare when after bodies have been shared before minds,the difference in personalities and preference boil to the top causing strife,as the one who loved more feels used and discarded.A falling out born of hate and pain ensues,taking over our weak mental fortitude as pride kicks in to mask the shame.Ownership,that solid bargain created when one lover spends their hard earned money as the only declaration of love they know how to profess.There is no realization of self because we are empty shells trying to fill that void with wanton rendezvous meets that only feed the flesh.Honesty has become a show of weakness as we have avatars to protect and strangers to impress.

There lies a silver lining at the end of this sitcom though,we can choose to be ourselves and appreciate our backgrounds.If we learn to wear our scars with pride,we can find that hidden path that leads to our purpose in life.Learning to  get back up especially when the worlds seems to conspire against you is the hardest test for any person out there.We choose the wrong direction sometimes,we act out of fear and pain but we must remember to never stop getting back up.Moving on is the only way we grow into our true selves.