Now Toll the Bells
Now toll the bells
that say we must part
one thing deep down I know
what forever becomes one
must thus forever remain.
Feelings tender and comely
Fill our hearts a brimful
and though the bells toll ceaselessly
heart beats of love drums on and on...
The weary heart of the mid-day sun
blazes fiercely on weary foreheads
travelers sigh, spitting dust
the journey is long,
but for home we long.
Mere words not carry
the moments
of hearts contented, exalted, delighted .
So to say gratitude for it all
Falls for below par
now toll the bells…
Bwaja I
Fingers of water
fingers of earth
like lover's thighs interlocked
in a ceaseless
life less
timeless
tasteless
endless
meaningless
deathless
ruthless
useless
struggle
Bwaja 2
Sitting on your haunches
a shitting child
slitting your way
your drunken reflection
in the blues of Sango
When I shudder
it's to thee I return.
otienoamisi
Friday, August 10, 2007
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