The Pulse

I stand before you on the pulse,
the pulse of Greatness.

My fingertips feel the beating of my future,
my success, my Greatness.

I am on the pulse of impact, of change
I am on the pulse of Greatness.

My eyes see the vision,
the forest among the trees.
the Greatness.

I hear the sound of success,
rolling in like a tidal wave on the Pacific.

The pulse of Greatness is near.

My voice quivers with excitement
when I talk about you, my future.

I am on the pulse,
the pulse of Greatness.

The Rock

I have a vision that I often see
and it's a picture of me.
Around me at my arms and feet,
lie the hands of everyone I meet.
Those who pull and push me in their direction
or grab hold for dear life.
Those whom I have helped pull from struggle and strife.
I am a rock, a solid base to stand and
one who is always willing to give a helping hand.
But when the rock begins to crumble and
my feet are no longer strong enough to stand,
whom will lend me,
a helping hand.

I can no longer understand or even see
why I am a rock and
everyone leans on me.
I am strong but not stronger than any other woman or man
yet around me lies a field of stronghold hands.

I have a vision that I often see and it's a picture of me.
But I am no longer crumbling but standing alone,
I not lending anyone's heart a temporary home.
I am listening to no more problems and no more fears,
but I am living for Kenyatta and I have been for years.
Yet this vision may never come to pass,
because I have been the rock for at least ten years in the past.
So as much I may try and wish that it came true,
I shall continue to stand with the hands of old and new.

Make me a better person

Please bless me with the vision to see goodness in everyone.
To not become judgmental when others judge me.

Give me the power of faith when a storm confronts me.
Make me humble as I grow stronger each and everyday.

As you make me a new person, help me see.
That I am no better than any other human being.

Please give me the ability to hear the critics and dispel their words.
To hear the cheers those are rarely heard.

Give me the strength to get through
The cards of life dealt by you.

Make me a better person, stronger and wiser as the day becomes night.
Standing by me as I put up this fight.

GOD please sustain me on the path towards you.
Make me a better person by leading me to you.

Faded memories

thoughts of you
drift through
my mind

I taste the remnants
of your kiss
on my lips.

I feel your hands
on my waist
like a ghost of the past.

thoughts of us
drift through
my mind

walking on the
beach with the
white sand at our feet

sailing in the summertime
with the blue sea
basking beneath us

dining by candlelight
almost every night

faded memories
of a jaded past
slipping away

like the sands
of a hourglass
of time

You are a faded memory
we are a faded memory
my heart is faded.

If I could sing

if I could sing
the songs I would write
the melodies that
would flow from
my fingertips

if I could sing
the words I would speak
would explode
from my lips

if I could sing
the smiles I would bring
my words would touch
every woman and man

anyone who knew love
would know me
know my music

If I could sing
the hearts I could touch
with just one verse

If I could sing
I would tell you
how much I love you.

Different Love

You caught me by surprise
You made me love you
And your simplicity
Without my permission.

I thought that I was in control
Of my personal life
I was the boss of me and decided
Whom I would love

You showed me a different kind of love
Love based on friendship
Love based on tenderness
And not race.

You showed me a new way to love.
A way I had never experienced before.
I became a novice
When I met you.

I came to love differently
Without even knowing
That I loved you at the time.

Your other lovers

I am not like any of your other lovers
I am a different and unique in my own right.
I will never falter and rarely do I fight.
My plan is not to use you or cause you pain.
I only want to fall in love again.

Yet, I continue to be met with your doubts and your fears.
That I will leave you or turn your happiness to tears.
My heart belongs only to you and
my soul does too.
I am not like any of the others,
I am unique and different
as I am your perfect lover.

Dancing in the Moonlight

Tonight
I danced
for the first time
since you left me

Tonight
I smiled
for the first time
in a long while.

I put on my favorite
CD and loaded up
my favorite MP3’s

I sipped on a
smooth glass
of Chianti

I ate Filet Mignon
I nibbled on
a mixed green salad

Tonight
I watched the
sunset and
the moon rise.

I watched
my moments
with you
drift away.

Tonight,
I danced in the
moonlight
by myself.

While releasing
my heart from you.

Cursed

she sits on her couch
sipping her favorite drink
her cherry lips pout seductively

she strokes her hair
her eyes sparkle when she smiles
she is beauty

in a crowded room
she commands attention
she is in control

her words are like angels
dancing on your tongue
she is intellect

sitting down at a table
with candlelight flickering
at her fingertips

she takes a sip of her
best red wine
She dines alone again.

she is beauty
she is intellect
she is cursed.

Lost Soul

Surrounded by gusty winds
Ample trees
Tall grass
I wonder the field, lost

Searching for a sign
Something to hold onto
To help me understand
What I am going through?

Looking into the endless blue sky
Searching for an image
For a precursor of peace and tranquility
I wonder the barren earth, lost

What will I do?
Where will I go?
Who will I become?
I wonder the world, a lost soul.

Who walks behind me?

Who walks behind me, a vision I can not see?
But a presence I feel with an ever-slight chill.
Who walks behind me and follows in my days.
Who whispers words of wisdom to mend my ways?
I do not see a soul or even an outline of a body.
But I feel the presence all around me.
Who walks behind me as I accomplish my goals?
And try to write a story that I have not told.
Who sees me cry in the middle of the night?
Or holds my hand when I have lost sight
Who walks behind me through this journey called life?

It is my ancestors and my angels who help heal me from strife.
They walk behind me, although them I can not see.
I feel their love and presence around me.

They walk behind me.

The Shadow

I look at my soul in the shadow of itself.

To the past that has made me
The present that is me.

The future that will become me.

I revisit my heart with all its wombs.

In my writing I show the healing of myself.

With my eyes, I can now see, the new and exciting me.

Someone whom GOD has touched with talent.

I look at my soul in the shadow of myself.

And the picture is now clear.

I have found myself.

In the shadow of me.

Wishful Thinking

Tree lined streets and the smell of fresh fruit
The summer’s sun beams down on my skin and I want to realize the child within.
I walk through the streets gazing at those who roam about.
I stop at a bench to ponder, what is life all about?
Is it about my debts that are high with no end in sight?
Or is it about the taste of fresh strawberries that melt in my mouth with each bite?
Is it about the music blaring from the car that just passed?
Or is it a true love I wish for and hope will last.
As I walk back to my office and feel the breeze on my cheek.
I hope I will make it through the next week.
I have obligations, deadline and employees who stress me so.
But in a society based on the corporate world I cannot let go.

So I will take my vision of the tree lined streets and fresh lemonade.
And compare that to the money I have made.
The result will be the same as it is everyday.
A simple life will win out!
Oh what, a luxury that would be.
I know that my life is too settled and I do not have the courage to let go.
I can’t start over not knowing where to go.
I must have security because I have built a wall of material possessions around me.

As the share consumes my path and the sunlight disappears.
I hear my inner voice, but chose to let it fall on death ears.
Then I raise my hands to the sky and pray for the strength to move on.
Maybe I will wake up and see, that a life of simplicity is the best for me.

A Moment

Will there be a moment when you do not cross my mind?

When my eyes won’t sparkle at the mere sight of you.
When my body won’t shake at the remembrance of your touch.
When my smile won’t gleam at the thought of your dimples.

Will there be a moment when you do not cross my mind?

When my lips won’t part and speak the goodness of your name
When my arms won’t reach out to hold you again.
When my nose won’t smell your scent in my sheets.

Will there be a moment without you?

A moment where I won’t miss you and your naiveté.
A moment when I won’t think of all the silly things you say.
A moment where I won’t appreciate all the crazy things you do.

Will there be a moment without you?