if it were to happen to me

If i happened to lose my eye today,
and you were a friend yesterday,
please be a friend even tommorow!

if my face were to be seered
and i happen to lose it to disfiguration,
Be kind enough to recognise me.
Be kind enough in the least to love me...

Do not discriminate me with your eyes
(from our talk)
Do not hate me with your smile
But love me with your heart
And love me with your arms.
For I chose not to be like this,
The winds of heaven blow upon us all
each at our own time.

If i were to be lying in state,
in my casket,
would you be so kind to
smile at me?
Then I would have no choice
but to wake
To keep a friend's heart from rapture


Kasumba.Fortunate
Poems from Mwiri.2007

BROCKEN DREAMS

Stained walls
wipe clean blossoming illusions.
cracked glass,
brocken floors...

Mundane aura
Delludes me of
anticipated sweet aroma
dry leaves,
brown grass

Dreams bloom,
But the hand that conjures them
has not the power
to give them breath.

Dreams flourish,
but for awhile.
The hand that waits upon them
has not the power
to make them last.

I stand
betwixt sweet dreams
and desolateness.
I am but a bridge
that sweet dreams and desolateness
shall meet upon me.

Dreams
The hand that conjures them
could make use of my own
to give them breath.



to:KYUni...
19/08/'09
[orientation day 2]

Kasumba.Fortunate 2009

Moreen Oblivionated

MOREEN OF OBLIVION
Just like when you were atound,
The flowers smell sweet,the birds sound melodious
The sun is gorgeous yellow at dawn,
and glorious crimson at dusk.
The breeze, still cool and comfortable,
smells of warm bliss,
But there is one thing it no longer carries,
the sweet scent of yoy.
The beautiful scenery before me
lacks a component,
I realize,it must be you.

I have set my eyes on the horizon,
and rolling hill, upon rolling hill,
unfolded by the sun's glow,
Denies the memory of your existence__ever!
Are you dead?

No sight of you,
would encourage remembrance of you,
Could have birthed desperate craving...s
But you, you are gone,and have not left even
a herald of your very memory.

Were you a trance?
Or were you a creation of my imagination?
Was it aimless wander that caught me in your path?

Whatever you were, whatever you are,
if ever you existed, if ever you did,
if at all you are the remains of a buried ghost,
or you be a living soul,
you must have walked the path
all the way to
OBLIVION!

...................................................................................


You must have walked the path
all the way from
OBLIVION!
you are a living soul,
you are not the remains of a buried ghost,
you exist, you did
you are, you were...Whatever.

It was not aimless wander that caught me in your path
you were not a creation of my imagination,Or
you were not a trance

But you, you are come, and have even left
a herald of of your very memory.
Feeling you,
birthed
Sight of you,
encouraged remembrabce of you.

You are alive,
setting my eyes on the horizon,
rolling hill, upon rolling hill,
unfolded by the sun's glow,
has approved the memory of your existence__ever!

It is you.
The beautiful scenery before me
The breeze, cool and comfortable smells of warm bliss,
One thing it now carries,
The sweet scent of you.
The sun is gorgeous yellow at dawn,
and glorious crimson at dusk,
The flowers smell sweet,the birds sound melodious,
...you are around.
MOREEN FROM OBLIVION

YOU.(II)

You cast your voice
upon passing winds
again and again.
Where I wander
I stumble incenssantly upon
your words

But ere I have heard your words,
Dusk has brought me your
envisionment...
Tears blur your countenance

Yet your voice says
nought to all this.
Your words have but been
joy and kindness
and peace and happy days.

You set sail your voice
,joy and gladness,upon the clouds
over and over.
Where I wander,
the rain, joy and gladness,
has soaked my heart.
Yet I shudder
at what the night has shown me.



to:AJN
PS:keep it tight!
19/08/'09

Kasumba.Fortunate 2009