Child of heaven's womb

Child of heaven’s womb

Gauging the impossible task to its do-ability.

Child of heavens womb,

Take  mud,

Carve a body with it,

And blow a mantle of air into it.

From barren soil to life.

This is how from the ground,

the ahses regain life,

The most deeply dead

provoking the death within to go away.

Child of heaven’s womb,

This is how you operate.

This is how fame is taken to the stars,

how that red glow of love is taken to the heart,

How colour is taken to the dull,

How rain is taken to the dry crops,

how  rhythm is taken to the dance,

The beat to the music,

This is how the vision is taken to the dreamer,

How words reach the poet,

How the arrows reaches the target,

How mighty muscles are given to the weak.

How the traveller is taken to his destination,

How direction is given to the road,

 

This is who you are.

…through prayer and supplication.

This is how you do it.

Do it.

 

I will love the colors

After a black interval
Of a slowly moving time.
After the darkest horizon
Of a barren land
After a fire Of unrelenting heat.

I will love the colors.

I wonder about our dreams,

the summits we said we’d pursue

I wonder why courage was never on our side,

Why we were always scared

And blamed 

men and women who broke our hearts.

Like we were homeless men,

People would ask why we didn’t help ourselves,

rushing us to a well-ness

we didn’t have the means to get to.

Suggesting our poverty was our fault,

convincing us that our lack, was what we deserved.

I had always wondered whether they knew a broken spirit,

And thought maybe they were simply too strong to be that depleted.

We laboured to get their help,

we frustrated our wits,

to try and tell them our story.

In hindsight we didn’t know that this world

Favours one with merit and  not by grace.

That, help here, is earned and not freely given

That you have to show potential, to be recognised and helped.

And that because we were who we were,

We could not have our story told.

Now I wonder about our dreams,

About summits we had planned to climb

Can you help us?

by your grace?

For we have nothing of own

To qualify us for your help.

Rolling in the deep

The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it, to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)

Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
BY ADELE