Hidden Princess

Throw down your hair o fair maiden that I may have a glimpse of that face which has me thinking long and hard
O that your person is all I have imagined it to be.
Not docile or submisive but willing to take a challenge and throw the first punch, disregarding society's take on gender.
I had seen you from far off, as I took the road the journey led me through.
Already the harvest of the treacherous journey has already been revealed if you are a part of it.
Or except I am mistaken and have missed a turn, thus meaning you were one of the many temptations I had heard of
If so I have succumbed to the temptation and will loose all the lead I had gained before
Should I go back to the road and continue my journey or stay a little while in your presence. Disregarding all the consequences that there will be.
Or are you just an apparition that would tease and arouse giving me nothing but longing for what may be thereby leading me to a merry go round.
Whatever the case may be, I shall still stand at the bottom of the tower calling for you let me up. A few times will I try to climb up on my own when your silence remains but an answer to my calls. Many more times will I fall, from the dumb attempts I make to climb up to you, the scars and fractures that I shall gain will become heedless to count but all the same I shall stay at the bottom of the tower pleading and waiting, even if nothing remains of my voice I shall stay and continue to croak.
Choose to ignore or answer me but someway, somehow I will get on that tower and claim you. Not for my self alone but for all adventurers who choose to venture into the unknown.

 A tribute to Wisdom, Well-being and Wealth the three entities that I personify as one

The prayer of a young chap

Father, thank you because I understand a bit more last week, than I understood the week before.
I understand now that it took me 20 years to get my degree, something I considered and felt was your will for me.
Now I understand that you never mentioned that I would rise to the top straight after the degree.
I know now that the steps to greatness are a process in time, and when that time comes I would fly like eagle.
Until then I must go through the necessary processes and not expect that a few strides of my long legs would get me to where I want to be.
I understand now that I may stumble a bit along the way, but I should keep my head focused.
I may not get all that I want when I expect it but to carry my jotter along the way and write down the lessons I will learn from the journey ahead
I know that neither my creativity, my shrill voice, or my intelligence is enough to take me where I want to go. But absolute faith combined with all that you have given will get me there.
And I must strive to build all of them to get tougher and better at what I do, in order to adequately face the challenges ahead.
Like a great man once said
"God, harden me against myself,
The Coward with pathetic voice
Who craves for ease and rest and joy.
Myself, arch-traitor to myself,
My hollowest friend,
My deadliest foe,
My clog, whatever road I take".

The Approaching Army

Look around you

What can you see?

Is it just houses, trees and people?

Then it means you have not seen them cladded in their shining armor and raising high their lances and shields

Wiling and waiting to defend all that they hold dear to them

Open your ears wide

What can you hear

Is it just the sounds of sirens, horns, and the distant whistling of the birds?

Or is it the sound of shuffling feet and moving cars you hear?

Then you have neither heard the sounds of their trumpets nor the sounds of their marching feet as they approach

Ready to take on all who dare to do wrong or too scared to do the right thing

What do you feel

Is it just the freezing air or the heat from the scorching sun?

Then it means you haven’t began to feel their impact

Which would change your world as you know it and create a new order

Well I will tell you what I have seen, which is beyond mere gossip

Boys like men riding on wishes as if they were horses. Tired of waiting for the next time the thugs are in need of idle hands to come dazzle them with ill-gotten wealth, only to leave them to dry in the sun, when they get what they want

Boys like men riding on wishes as if they were horses

Whoever said if wishes were horses beggars would ride

S/he has most likely not met this generation

They don’t just ride on wishes

They fly on them, like they were carpets from Aladdin

Let me tell you what I heard which is embedded in the prophecies

Youths who call themselves innovators, entrepreneurs and change agents

Leveraging on any and all the opportunities they can find

Conquering the challenges and hurdles that life dishes out at them

Ready to take on positions that would change the world and are not willing to make compromises with their integrity or their worth with mere pieces of gold coins

They have taken an oath not to fail their neighbors like the generations before them.

They are willing to lay down their lives for the cause and prove that their generation is what putting hopes and trusts in.

They refuse to be blind sighted, as to gather supposed wealth just for themselves because they know they would only be leaving curses for their generations unborn to inherit.

To all those who would dare to oppose them

Know that they refused to be ignored or silenced

So take this as a warning so as not to be trampled upon if you stand in their way.

Unbridled Trust

The day reaches a close and the shadows begin to appear 

As every hour passes, they draw nearer bringing closer and making more  potent the shadows that we mere apparitions in the day

As each second passes, fear begins to mount, fear of the known, fear of what the shadows and the night represents and brings with it,

For some they conquer this fear with a shot or two

A few rush homes to be with their families

A couple others beat their chest as they cry for help

At the climax of the night the sound of snoring is heard not from one who has no fear but from one puts his trust implicitly in a being that he serves, knowing fully well that no matter the thickness of the shadows or the sound of the howling wind like a screaming child. He stand under an umbrella of protection that nothing can penetrate.

The process of anticlimax begins and the potency of the shadows reduce hour by hour, second by second, just at it came so it goes, leaving behind sadness and horror.

But the one who trusts wakes up refreshed knowing no sadness or sorrow,

Rising to a greater day than the former, cos for him everyday only gets better, for no yesterday can be better than the greatness he wakes up into.

A thanks he says, a prayer he says to the one he trusts implicitly not because he understands everything or anything but because he knows that he is safe and can suffer no harm or hurt.

Though as the day progresses, it may seem like what he did not pray for, but in the end it is greater that he hoped, cos his expectations cannot be cut short.

The ever incomplete words of the Sultan

Is it sickness or is my soul just fizzling out

Is it me or are the sands of time turning against me

My heart yearns for self expression but it is strangled for a lack of opportunity 

I search for fulfillment but even the stars seems to have abandoned me

My every step sets me on a path of confusion

What hope do I have than to let myself be carried into oblivion by the whirlwind of the south

Indeed the center is falling and all hope appears lost

The sun rises with hope and sets with despair

Am I done for or are my efforts not just good enough

In my heart of hearts I say a tiny prayer but does it go beyond the ceiling of my room?

Questions, questions from every direction but a lack of sufficient answers leaves me in desperation

Maybe it's time I just slept and lets things turn around, but who has it ever worked for?

Yet if I stay awake, anxiety would but kill

When would things change, when would light shine in my corner of darkness

My soul, my spirit, my heart, they all fail me

(It's as though I have been visited by a fictitious dementor)

The doctor procures patience as a cure but how much longer can I wait

Suicide I have considered, death is a option not too far off, yet even that option fails me.

I am bound to this earth my mere flesh, O! What method of un-yoking avails me

But wait is that a glimmer of light in the distance, No, I ignore it for too many of such glimmers have I seen only for nothing of it.

True, I may have missed that glimmer but what else can desperation and anxiety lead to but confusion

Pen and Paper

O robber you came to steal from me

Thinking you would go off with more than enough

Only to realize I had nothing but a pen and paper in the bag I carried

You left angry, leaving me beaten black and blue

But what you did not realize, was that the pen and paper meant a lot more to me than the silver or gold you desired

For they are the instruments I shall use to impact my world

And so many lives around me

Even yours I hope

If our paths ever cross again, which I shall be glad, if they do

I may not be so forgiving as Pope John Paul the 2nd

But I would surely not leave you in the same way you left me.

Job Hunting

Searching the web I was, only for a job

Found one and along went my CV to them

For an interview I was called for

The interview I went

Only to find every one including me having the basic meal ticket (a Bachelors degree)

For that was what it had become

And a dime a dozen they were

No longer hard to find

Thus what differentiated us, was nothing but our skills, composure and exposure.

The job I was given 1 out of 70, leaving the others to keep on plowing the labor market and scavenging for opportunities, like I was, searching the web for another Wanted AD.