Grace Period

Complications are simple in genuine fealty,
Dangers are exciting as movie adventures.
It’s charming to see a part of you
On two darn legs.
Then you trust fate’s direction
As time furtively fleets to the very end.
No one ever tells you
It gets hard.
For a moment,
It’s okay to be blind
Before untamed promises run wild
Contrary to original intention;
The end of a grace period of perfection.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14

Life After You

“Vision is a liability
When you’re looking
For a semblance of stability.
My heart pumps,
My lungs heave,
It’s all that’s left of me.
The nights are long walks
Back and forth memory lane,
I need to forget the sketches
So painfully etched.
And its now, its now time dillydallys,
Still as a gloomy painting of Dali’s.”

~ Bardkobik #BLUE PRINT ’14

Thoughts Of The Joker

The dawn was over
And the blazing sun toasted us
In brightness
But joy flooded our hearts
Knowing he was coming as usual
To complete the day,
Wiping off in the end all wrinkles
On the face of every entity present.

What fragrance of relief and content
Filled those four corners
Within those ticking moments of joy.
But cruel bureaucracy,
The unknown legendary devil
Came around and took back
What he had given us
And scarred us.

Where is Adarkwa and the chalk?
Where are the words he vibed?
They have passed like rain off a chin,
Like wind among the meadow.
Those days have gone down
And sunk into the west’s shadow.
How did it come to this?

A Friend

… You want to know who I am….
I am a friend of yours back
In those shrinking days in your Alma matter…..
A friend who looked black but was white
A friend who didn’t fear the ridiculous eyes of the world he never really loved
A friend who was of the mouldering leaves of neglected shrubs
A friend who suffered a pleasant comrade deceit but for trust
A friend who thirsts for happiness
A friend who loves the soft flow of musical notes more than men
A friend whose heart still pumps the acidic past
A friend who reminisces those days of back stabbing and soul piercing laughter
A friend you made happy-sad
A friend whose happiness faded away with time just as beauty rusts with age
A friend who came to see farther beyond your masked smiles
A friend who suffered the potent arrow of your provincial clandestine
A friend….
…… Yes that is me – Williams

In Memory Of Lucky Dube (A Eulogy)

The weather was not favourable,

Nothing was adaptable;

The ground was too hot for any sole

And the blazing air was too hot for any flying soul

Because beasts among men had turned life cold

But he was just a lone cub – bold.

 

Even in harsh shoes

He grew to become a fine lion

As ghastly years blew honour

Rapidly into the vale of times

And abandoning MAMA

On the bare sands of a greedy and faithless world,

The whole edifice of MAMA’s pride

Was falling to the dirt;

And her dignity struggled

In the quicksands of sordid scorn,

But he fought gallantly and fearlessly.

 

Lucky fought gallantly

Till death on his usual furtive rounds

Did what he knew best

To break our hearts.

How It Turned Out

I beheld a flame in her twinkling eyes,

And this gave the sunrise.

Her shyness beckoned me

So the battle began in me

And enkindling my most feared of fears

By strengthening my hidden cares,

And making me relish freedom from solitude as the devil;

The reason for my prayers from dawn to dawn.

Now shall I call kismet the devil?

For from flame climes of joy pain is born.

Ere, my ice told, my heart lies.

Now I feel cold as ice.

If only the sun could melt the glacier I see,

And so I ask myself, “what did I see?”.