Blissful Ignorance

The kettle on the stove starts to whistle
Belting out sounds like a jingle
While  we lay sprawled on the kitchen floor
It's shrill call, we blissfully ignore

Under the Mango tree

Under the mango tree

Here the kids are wild and free

Without care or worry

Aiming at the fruits with intensity, never weary


 Under the Mango tree

The adults gather the children

Ready to share stories that were passed on

Some scary, some cheery


In the cover of dark

The sound of  a dog’s bark

Is lost in the embrace of lovers

Cocooned and sheltered under the mango tree

Vanity

Oh look, I'm the most beautiful
Not a spot or a mole
Perfect shape, figure and face
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who Is the fairest of them all
Wait..I see a pimple
Oh no, a wrinkle
My hair is gray
My body looks frail
Oh yes, that what you are going to look like
Maybe if you live till you are old
I'm only telling what I was told
And this you should know
Vanity upon vanity
All is vanity.

Hey there..I'm the richest
Every body knows my name
Donald Trump has no game
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the richest of them all
Wait...can see my stock crumbling
The recession is hitting
Oh no...The flood..my buildings
Oh yes, that's how you would feel
When the chips are down
Helpless like the king who lost his crown
I'm only telling what I was told
And this you should know
Vanity upon vanity
All is vanity

Life is a passing shadow

"Vanity upon vanity, the preacher say...All is vanity".These were the words from the first reading of today. I'm a Catholic..that's if you haven't already figured out. The gospel reading  went further to give credence to the above saying with the story of the Rich fool.
This wise man thought he had it all...so he said to himself; be happy and merry for you have  food to last you for ever. How naive could he be? that very day, his soul was demanded of him.

Please don't cry

Baby steps..he learns to walk again 

Slurred speech...he learns to talk again 

Hands immobile...he learns to move this fingers again

 I see you when you think I ain't looking

 Un shed tears cloud your eyes 

Angry at what you are now 

I wish I were a clown 

Laughter once forgotten will be found 

But I would be the daughter instead

 And tell you what I see ahead 

I see you as you were...nothing can replace that 

Even the stroke you suffer won't erase that 

 I cry for the pains you feel 

But I  know that with love, you will heal

So wipe your weeping eyes dad

Cos I see through your facade

Just trust and know we will triumph

Over this horrible uninvited guest. 

Questions

Little Red Riding Hood
Didn't your mama warn you about the wolf
I ain't the man for a girl like you
Run little girl run...lest my horrid nature shines true

Your eyes like rays of light to my dead soul
One touch from you and I'll lose control
If I had a heart, at your feet I'd gladly surrender
Can I hold out? Will I make you my supper?

 Questions...and I have no answers

Her home is a prison

The break of dawn brings renewed hope

Oh !this day will be the last… today the die will be cast

What will be the reward…? The hand of God or the devil’s fork

For her home is a prison

No more she reasons

Many-a-night praying the children wouldn’t listen

But a locked door is a wall to those who have no key

Many-a-night her voice sweet and clear as a banshee's

Shattering the illusion of the perfect picture on the night stand

Gorged and gagged as the prisoner she so claims

Now she hopes to do more harm than maim

For death is a wife to a man whose heart is in chains

A Second....is all I need

Days...
          Too far to tell you how much I yearn

Hours...

           Too late for feelings that would show how my heart flutter

Minutes...

           Too long for thoughts that I cannot wait to utter

                                 All I need is....
  A Second

The Pitch Contest

I had turn this entry in for a contest, we were to write on why "we should be the chosen one", I made mine out to be a story, though i submitted a shorter version than the writing below. so lean forward towards your screen and use the comment box below to put down those thoughts when you are done.

Time....

Watching the waves gather momentum 

Whilst the sun runs for cover

I sit in a corner

Taking stock of my life

Reeling under the stench of rot I see inside

I wanna puke

This whole time....this was all it took.

Time.

This was what I never had yet all I need

Friends I never saw, I was an outlaw

Rode high and stood tall.... now I feel small

Chalked everything up to success

Just so I could impress....yes, impress

Time

Tick-Tock...It mocks

Yes it does..only now, I know it's a foe

As I lay my  head on the rock

Surrendering myself to its claws

The waves trash in unison

Washing unto the shore all its treasures

Whilst I purge myself of all earthly pleasures

Given equal measures

Tick- Tock-Tick-Tock

Time was all I never had yet all I need
Too late....yes, too late I agree