Thursday, August 27, 2009

Wanjiku Mwaurah

you are one of a kind
i find your pen superior
it writes and writes
it glides and glides
its more that kilometric
that pen that wrote so well

where do you buy your ink?
does it come with so much thought?
does the ink bear so much feeling?
I wonder
where can i buy mine?
i wonder
is there a path on the paper
that speaks to the ink
to dry in certain format?

live forever
live forever
live forever

Monday, August 24, 2009

What matters

I am sinking in the river that is raging
Slowly drowning
Its so hard to stand on sinking sand
My feet need to find solid ground
Will I ever rise to breathe easy again
I wanna know why
I just wanna understand why
Will I ever know why?
How could this be from Your hand?
I am trembling in the darkness of my fear
All the questions without answers
So grip me while I am here
And I may never know why
I may not understand
But I will trust in Your plan
And when it seems the walls of my beliefs
Come crashing down like they are made of sand
I wont let go of You now
Because I know
You're not shaken
You're my constant
My rock, my solid ground
My unchanging

Friday, August 21, 2009

The library has burnt down

Excuses, many a number,
Everyday, everyday.
A library, a pen, a notebook
Just falls
Into a bonfire....
Lit with lazy ease
Ten times i see you run
Reminiscing over your literary past
Each time i hear you say
Your collection
Your heritage
Has burnt down again