Despite

dedicated to those who still dream

Despite the situation When my hearts wants to not breathe

Who am I to tell it not to? (cloudness)

Ignorance is not an excuse, nor is fear of fulfilment Truth? ... truth?

Hope becomes an adversary I look to faith ,to deal with hope , so i am hpeless

life can get really scary.... If u do not believe in magic How do I make it for you ?

The first tear resists the most pride wont let it fly 

A flower lands in my hand to brighten my day I look to god and say They will be done ,

we can do it your way A bottle of moon shine Stars shine as hard as it is ,

hope is mine Drunkardness is funny Passion curious Happiness runs ..

i

ts okay You can not elude us

Smile laugh for life is curious Lord have mercy

Life is in us and we are just doing it

“child” Gerald Munengami

Have you ever? (Guest poet ) Yolanda Mudukuti

... “I am just a whisper in breeze”

..Have you ever been so lost you couldn’t find your own shadow?
So consumed by life you don't even have time to travel?
Yet everywhere you turn to for assistance
...there's no assurance,
no deliverance,
no patience in people for you to reach out to.

Only time can heal our lost selves,
only time can stop and to speak to us,
when all else fails the oldest in existence prevails.
That has to be the height, the true height of irony,
that when there's no time for time.
Time itself stops for you,
for ever.

Yolanda

In solitude

My solitude is funny one to me at least

A place I have gotten used to

In my solitude there is torment and peace

I want to reach out but I have no hands

I endeavour to see what is wrong with me … . but I have no eyes

I want to feel anything but I don’t exist

And there is also peace .. but it is this peace that seem to bother me

In this solitude there are conversations with god

I try to walk away but he follows me

So I had to ask him “ how can i be alone if you are with me”

In my solitude

“child” Gerald Munengami

Why I am quiet

Why do I stay silent when I could tell you I love you?

If I claim to be a poet and a writer then.. I should know love conquers all”

It is Because there is a fear in you, which has made words ask why should I should lay them on the page?

Your skin tone speaks to me, my stupid smile replies

I try and look the opposite direction, my eye confess they don’t want to tell lies

In this modern day they preach liberty democracy and free

They obviously not looking from this side of the cage

I am free to hurt as stay quiet

Silence hurts.. But it is beautiful because I can say what I want

In my look .. .. . and in my shy I shout …

The angel say SPEAK… and I say….? nothing

I want to open doors for you

By you flower for no reason

Feel bad, but feel good about missing you when we part

At least I know I care .. .. .. I don’t have to guess or be told

To be the dumbest thief .. and show you how I will steal your breathe away

Things are that simple..! as I lay a rose down on the tomb stone of aged romance

I am sorry I am old school … maybe I am just pure fool

But … yes alas there is always a but .. .. this not a movie or a fairytale

To many whispers “new age”.. “money” .. “want against a need” ..”feminism” .. it not for me

I am simple .. I still hope … and stare at stars… hold hands .. you know ?

My conversations with god I serenade to her if you listen to my silence

And me and god talk and walk.. I know I am still a poet ..

These poems written on my smile.

Quite frankly couldn’t be bothered to explain … if that explains my silence

“child” Gerald Munengami

C 5key

The wind asked the old leaf "what you sacred of  ?"
The leaf replied...  "to let go".
Times like that silence hear's so well.
The wolf hair stroked the violin and something was said no words just in my head
Breathe traveled through the brass, the saxophone thanked imagination we mare moved
The joy of a piece of mind, so why should I cry.


i Smile in the morning to get what I call life going on
Swaying my head while they play that song... thats my jam  let loose i am gone 

The wind causes ripples to sweep over my clothes
So happiness does the same over the sands of my souls
There could never just be one, blessed with 4 seasons in my lungs.
The finger plucked the last c 5 key on the guitar
A piece of me let go, that which was not me came to me ... and the rest of me was like go .
A tear fell as the leaf let go saying.. (hestitaion)
"This is what it feels like to free?"

“child” Gerald Munengami

Detective

What do you do when love is torn,from you . . .god?

A crime was committed get the detective, and gets a clue.
forensic evidence, at the end of every tears sentence
The lacking of essence seems to be the end of every sentence.
Hope of comforting words which are scared to face this world.
I see neither remorse nor empathy you the truth your not concerned.

and why would you be
Lost and crazy
the herb in my pocket saying … "hey mr would you please blaze me?"
angel wings as we pass a gate.. I must be high
the chipped parts of sculptor congregate

i simple love to complicate raw used to the food on the plate

In the shape of hearts how else can we feel in this world its never to late .
the detective found love, not hate
we pick the crumbs out the plate
there was not much...  but all ate

“child” Gerald Munengami

Me (guest poet rochelle))

See Me
Like the cover of a book
My ethnicity, my race
Because they are a part of who I am
Even though I did not chose them
They are, the first piece of me you see

Hear me
The dialect of my speech
The way I speak Because it comes out of who I am
It is placed inside of me
It is the only thing you know for certain that comes from within me

Judge me
By the content of my character
Which is my faith
Because it is who I am
It is what I have been taught
It is a piece of me I reveal to you

Watch me
As a plot unfolds
My actions Because they are the story of my life
They are what I've chosen
I amThe piece of me that confirms what you conclude I am

Know me
The perspective from which I see the world
How I view myself
Because it is the understanding of who I am
It is why I chose to live the way I do
What am I to you but a piece of the world as you see it

Rochelle

Tessa ... Super hero wanted (inside joke)

Where did you come from

you... (engima ) yes you

the one that makes fear seem obscure , of loving and the hurt that comes with it

you make me unashamed almost honest like the play of child

you, (engima)  yes you are responsible for this smile this is peace..?

I had forgotten of it ... its being a while

why is it i can look at her face and not find an ounce of beauty

....I think....(hesitation) I remember?

yes I do ( the true me smiles )which part of her isn't beauty silly me?

yes me stop talking to self in your head and say something to her be fore she walks away

"hello miss, i feel like know and love for , please don't find me strange"
Dedicated ... to Tessa


“child” Gerald Munengami

Pretentious Prodikal

They say nature is cruel

trust man to say that,that which he can conceive mentally is nature.

what he cant control, or easily(like my soul)he would see to be cruel.

our smiles... tears, don’t always make sense even our existence seems Pretentious.

Mr god I am back again?

I see the way you smile, because you already know.

I am tired of the cycle.why did I have to be lost in the first place , and just not there.

The worlds touch like the hands of frost.

I return, tears flow like blood from stigmatic wounds.

I wipe them away, choice a script without an author comical evaluation of life.

The first drop...to a storm with no water un cried teras

“child” Gerald Munengami

Lisa... ( you taught me how to see )

As I travel and journey thoughts of your body a ton me... night time they own me 

In reflection thoughts of your body, cause me doubt they confuse me

Humility and caution for a rogue infinite as myself (Cloud) … are by nature

Could I return to love as it was ... clouds whizz past my head  dam it i falling?

It feels like pulling an old book off the shelf... slowly watching it burn i melt 

I guess if there is strong enough man in me I might? maybe (hesitation)... 

Close your eye’s so we can both be blind and walk with me? 
In this place we use our souls hands to see, our brokenness to walk, our contradiction to beleive

They sea what they see it’s all right they call me ..wild, Beast, the mind off king and creativity of child

I see you the real you  and think of the simple things  when i watch you  watch you smile

I Enjoy the peace you bring  so Mary J Blige " no more drama"  its being a while

You observe the world through glasses to see clearly It?

the world has always looked at me distortedly I hope your eyes can touch my heart and feel my sou
Then let your lips tell of what they can see when they see the real me ... If they can?

dedicated to Lisa (a fools heart falls in love many times i would not have any other way)

child Gerald Munengami

Despite

Dedicated to those who still dream (Cloud Walkerz)

Despite the situation, When my hearts wants to not breathe but i want to die

Who am I to tell it not to, to die let do it swinging ?

Ignorance is not an excuse, nor is fear of fulfillment Truth? scared it wont last

Hope becomes an adversary, I look to faith ,to defeat  hope , so i am helpless i observe

life can get really scary.... If u do not believe in magic, How do I make it for you ?

The first tear resists the most pride wont let it fly 

A flower lands in my hand to brighten my day I look to god and say They will be done ,

we can do it your way A bottle of moon shine Stars shine as hard as it is ,

hope is mine Drunkardness is funny Passion curious Happiness runs ..

its okay You can not elude us

Smile laugh for life is curious Lord have mercy

Life is in us and we are just doing it

“child” Gerald Munengami

Battle in mind

Barricaded in a mind , I feel like am waking So I turn the page ,

to write the next part of the script

Then I look in your eye’s, fallen far from holy Dip the quill in the of my corner eye,

for the ink ,

Did you just blink I think I missed the missing link

Smile regardless knowing I am the perfect flaw

That which I seek was always with me

Ambitions sinks into the mountains side

or suretyBefore I move it with ..?

but not faith the sun sets I love to hate the fact that I love you

Freedom a conception From when my pen falls free when I sleep

Agony devoid of pain so its pure Mmmmmmmm?

No I am sure ..pure that is Is it not evident by the way she makes me feel

This unconditional love is tricky one Ugly duckling or a swan?


“child” Gerald Munengami

Nyasha

my heart ( my niece ) I put my hands in your universe in the hope of being a little star,

If you could see me from where you art ?

My souls whispers in a searching breeze,

That faint touch that follows you as..

You look this way Like a light tower over the ocean ..Watching Guiding the love ashore

Like the scare crow I have being taught the season patients

Knowledge of times tender smile of the ancients.

For you I would be heavens clown.

After waiting in silence, you are the perfect sound

Why I feel the way I do I shall never know?

Acknowledgement of reasoning a forgone conclusion

Let me be your lamb and sacrifice my all Thank god for your artistry?

And presence Pen page and a feather so the moment is write

To my bright little star in a dark cloudy night




“child” Gerald Munengami

Permission to shine (2)

The eagle fly’s powerful and in majesty, commander of the sky

I remember this as I fell away from it.. my fall ..and land in the pond

If you haven’t guessed by know I am a fallen feather.

There is no shame in being fallen (I can see your looks)

Be silent and be schooledAstride some of us are athletes And thunder through life Our eagle

wings cutting through mountains While others are cripples blown over by the gentles of winds A

smile.. On the face but why?.. to you it is failure to me I tried.. If you could understand?

If u do not mind can my heart have permission to shine

Darkness could never make a soul nor and make it obscure

Why I am the only one aware of this Because my heart still tries to be part of this ?

The body of life as I study it, what it conjures In the drunken bliss truth is held in the slurs the

Illness of life still exists so hence forth a cure.





“child” Gerald Munengami

Raise the glass

The key is to celebrate it

The ignorant as well as the wise …ummm ?

yes My evolution is not only science

But art it evolved to much into my essence.

To when we sat and broke bread Together because we were simply brethren.

To know a place when &where we are so scared of each other

Greed or the lacking the cause of all this sinning?

From child hood smiles , Our acts of atrocity

To the last action of self denial.

What’s the reason for keeping this smile?

Like we sin by necessitation..

More to put in god file .?

Hey god I am tired I think I am going to jump on your back for while


“child” Gerald Munengami

Ashamed

I am not ashamed that you're the blue to this flame, in a hook up culture we are the anomaly they are still playing checker… Kings and Queens we play chess in real life this asn’t no game

my lady

I am not ashamed that I bought this ring ... and one day I hope one day you take up the last name,

... the last time you left yes I must, I confess I was in a lot pain

And when it rains...

I am not ashamed That I call on my father name

And when in pain I stand with pride

Because the rain will come and go again

I am not ashamed that I care… that I have passion … that I love so go ahead and call me lame 

“child” Gerald Munengami

Why I write :trying to explain a lot

Why do you write ? “ well … .. .. once I looked in mirror and I saw a empty soul , I opened a book and saw blank pages , and I thought to myself what a waist , so I wrote in the book to make it feel better maybe to make myself feel better” what did you write “(laughing ) things anything’s just trying to fill up the page, as I wrote in the pages it felt a bit un comfortable it wasn’t used to being written in if you could understand, mostly my fault spelling mistakes and grammatical error here and there but I understood what was written , but yeah slowly the paged started to fill up.. .. much as we live life and make mistakes and brilliant choices which bring us to places, such as our present ,past and our potential which most describe as our future ”

What about the soul..? “what about it ?” did it fill up as you wrote (looking away and around ).
“I am not sure, but I know that there are tears not worth crying and the soul knew this well .. the soul of cause which was mine wasn’t lonely but it never hesitated to ask company to stay even thou most of the time it felt something’s where better not said , often it would ask it’s shadow and reflection questions and traces what was left by the ink of writing on the a page .. Asking do you really want to know what’s written would it matter .. should it matter .. and then there was silence and that’s about it ..about the soul” and the page “what about the page?” what did the page say “ not much really that was it’s nature ..(taking time to think) …to say a lot without saying much at …a lot of people read and passed judgement some learnt something others laughed others mocked .. .. .. . the page just did what it did.. all it new how to do .. to be a page .. umm why what did you want the page to say?” you have a point ? Where the page and the soul one in the same 

(looking up at the sky) maybe .. no.. not at all ..very alike though ,but no not one in the same , like hands of two lovers when they hold they are one but they are not , maybe they belong at least they have a sense of belonging and gave each other company ” .. your complicated “ not really” (frustrated) what do you write “ the wind doesn’t know why it fills the sail , fingers don’t know why they want to touch hot our cold but they do know they want to feel despite the consequence , the lost want to be found even when they give up hope and even in being found they might loose their freedom , hate needs to hate it has no exact aim” what’s that got to do with what you write “ nothing really I thought that sounded good (winking) hidden truths and you missed it again (laughing to self )” and then “ and then there was JUST IS” which is? “ it just is, that’s why I write I guess that’s the answer to your question ” that’s like asking why and replying why not. “ no it isn’t it just is” expand “ I know god and god knows me I have no answer accept it just is (with a smile) why do your ears listen ? ummmmm good question. I stop talking to myself we laugh… yeah we laugh

“Freedom with out responsibility and respect creates a different prison.”

Time and eternity

They're few times in life' when time and eternity seems one,

When my soul ponders and heart does not,

feel guilty to be still,

Reminiscing on kissing in the rain,

know rocking in a chair old age know a truth, watching your skin peal ..

tears of paraplegic running in their mind,

but I the earth under there feet, they cant feel but i feel them.

I stutter a pray for grace, cause only grace can be in here,

(the lack of strength in the human ,condition if you will).

When a soul is torn, they say it is a bad thing but it isn’t,

opportunity for healing to is be born,

adversity becomes breath at the hardest, part of race.

humility become an acquired taste,

smiles on a visage there can be no distortion for my eye's tell the story,

it is then time and eternity seem as one

“child” Gerald Munengami

Soul melody

dedicated shona (i fell for my friend once )

Scare crow I must be going mad.

I met a girl we walked past each other

her soul was mending mine was undecided

I am sure I met her before but this time my eyes seemed open

Maya Angelou would like to meet her for she is “phenomenal”

I haven’t a word say to her .. I am not sure if I am her type ..

I am typeless but she speaks to me ..doubt points out to she out my league

Selective hearing I speak back

I know how the play goes and I am the jester

The bells of hat ring I play my role a true thespian …?

I could lash out at the world and hurt some one .. with this frustration

And you .. god why do you stand passively ..oh sorry you arranged the meeting

Shona our native tongue .. in truth the Language of love

the play is done .. Pathetically I drown sorrow in beer

A slow but enjoyable form of suicide .. (ignorantly) joy is joy I guess

I listen to The old who man sits in a tree

And plans a song that surpasses flesh to touch the soul

That travels the terrain of every thought and crevice of mind

transcend the mere mortal shell and sit with all presence

“what that melody” Shona

Ray where ever you it Shona on my mind

23 psalm in flesh


“child” Gerald Munengami

Still…. Yeah still pt 2

Still... my soul is still but never my world ... Yeah Still

Still waters run deep so they say and learn as i tread

so in un-cried tears,

If you stop just for awhile often one will find 2 worlds we have always known

A world and the world
In reflection of our soul we have never seen, but has being living at our fingertips.

and then one learns...

In life adversity is much like gravity

it hinders one from motion,

but teaches one to walk.

Thoughts cross ones mind,

i want to write in palm of your mind,

before I walk into Gethsemane,

“I tried” I screamed to the lord, I can’t go

on ...I lied. Blinked in the mirror and

There I was

still

“child” Gerald Munengami

Sounds like freedom to me

Turning nothing.. But moments and time To precious minerals.
That’s why I value grand mama smile. and wisdom
I sit alone in my cell, throw the ball of thought against my skull
Against the wall of boredom Serenity absorbed,
well in the mind..I hear them sound the horn, and the bell Civil war,
..Wait any war shake my head another body fell.

A prayer inside the tear trying to tell..? don’t be silent Holding on till,… till ?
.. .. but we fall to prevail Anybody around would kill…. ready to kill …?
To take this earthly crown
They didn't know my soul can not Be bound,
isn't it profound as  laugh at the gun shot sound
My foolish mind and its limits almost mockery
i Play the harmonica Freedom a concept caught in the instruments
Sounds like freedom to me?

“child” Gerald Munengami

Fear

Fear ...what?

I have being beaten a up and I have being beaten down
I have had racist words pierce close to my soul as i wiped spit from my face
I am sad to say a times my own turned on .. and left me to dust .. maybe the wolves
I even fell in love once .. my heart was broken as the script had it written ..
And yet I fell in love again but in all of it there was no true fear
I had already lost my father and was threatened with loose of my mother
I have had bullets graze me, knives in my ribs cigarette put out on my arm
I have fallen from great heights and dared to rise again
I flirted with suicide ..
my body has being shaken illness to where I could see the light (haha)
but that’s was not true fear

true fear was when I sipped liquor and looked out at the world
4 things shook my soul
Insecurity became acceptable .. .. .. I felt fear
The idea of a soul had become obscure to most.. .. .. I saw fear
Children didn’t dream.. .. we stopped teaching them to dream their own and not our dreams ..fear came closer
Last but not least I thought for moment Mrgod had left me although he is right there with me i knew  fear ..
“child” Gerald Munengami

So much (i want to show you)

Closed eyes open, lost dreams found ... i am excited but yet scared  ... the first step is taken
Sons of the  Suns of africa the... dust rises... The foot falls as the ....first step is taken
Voice of ancient voices  awaken, the God with in  starts stretching
So much this world wants show me.... Rhythm  of  your soul has twin called  blues,the snakes slither ... a whale song heard from far way along  strong ... strong . the Gorilla for arm Nature its being so long since we talked... tears in my eye 


Bald head is doing you wrong
Stay a little while... let me watch the sun fall... sleep and will rise for  
you in the morn
she Rang out that  opera note Sounded the last thorn,
When through life  like a bull in Anitque shop ...but please  don’t kill the bull …ole
While still in the womb i heard so many echos on the outside in min dso many empty rooms 
The old man in the tree He plays a melody that surpasses the body Greets the souls age whispers in your ear Come on so much I want to show you
Let us go
Spread your wings cloud walker  come fly with me 

“child” Gerald Munengami

laugh (of madnes for the broken hearted)

Dedicated to Nana ebela hassan (Written along time ago)


I new (on purpose not knew) this was a love letter because I didn't know much at all...

Angels with broken wingz whispered in my ears...

and tried to tell me... who you were that 1

but pride had me like the three monkeys def dumb and blind when i lost you i also lost my mind.

your eyes and presence the only place on earth where I know it wont hurt to exist until that last kiss.

Regret becomes the rose in the hand of the hunch back of notra dame. i am  lost am i ??

it's not being lost that scares me being with you does i am vulnerable .

it's being found , but i smile as an angel whispers love is a verb, not a noun do it 

a tears falls i laugh, cause i am found for the letter is in your hand heart bleed it soul pleading it while your reading it .

and i can be that  whisper in the wind ....." i love you"


Child ... Gerald Tapfuma Munengami

Dolphin (rue)

Derived a phoenix, without ash roots.

Oblivious to been loved, yet loved regardless. funny it her loved hardest

Lyrics sensations ... tasting the fruit for the first time, Primitive the nature of desire, doubt the nature of the illness of heart .

Happiness for Scarecrowz looking across at flowerz and falling in love the scent(Does this not exist?)

Infinite gestures of appreciation, from Mr God is when she walks by and i and i am still .

Not knowing was good? it hurts to know Where are you ..Ignorance?

“child” Gerald Munengami

dedicated to RUE ... you know who you are ...

Alchemy spell hypothetical

Would you please help me please... With this alchemy?
So we could make this love thing happen that i call a happy home. Please give me the essence of a happy ur in me ...home of the future mother feminine energy...
Like the silence before we kiss when we are alone
Could I have some of the cloud you sit on as a angel to keep me company when your gone?
My hands on your waist moving like ripples on a ponds surface the touch the spark to cast the first part of the spell the unknown where only time can tell.
A prayer to Mr Godz ... So that this love is blessed by the trinity before we get to the you and me  a cord of 3 rope hold all our hopes












That which I can not explain is  the very logic thats makes us work, that... that  you give .. .. livies in me through touch and melt... felt
A wave of passion , love is blind but it will sea
While your bear your soul on your skin so I may taste it.
Throw some seconds in cauldron , So we have time and we don’t waste it ..
An amen know so the love doesn’t wake form prayer latter.
Like the Missing you when you away ..Constant..Like the northern star
Disperse and dance with wind so I can be with you where ever you are ..
My hand upon your thigh.

If you don’t mind ..? I need that look up in your eye, so we can i and eye

A little madness so we just accept and don’t... why it ?
Hold on now.. I know its hard work A ting of pain cause love hurts ..
Dear Lady u can question the formula, but god makes no mistakes..
Go ahead pinch your self this no dream you are a wake Forgive my tongue for it lingers on your neck..
















Desire to melts into you... no not real melt with you into a oneness  they can't understand where word is world  so we talk to each other , but always with respect , Be my page let me scribble with each  touch my poetry me inside you but you in of mind of me,You see I am in love ...
But you already know that i could shake my head  and lie and million time and u would laugh at me like your such a bad liar , I need to know how you feel? Help if you would with my alchemy

“child” Gerald Munengami

Honesty (my only and first Irish poem considering I am not Irish)

She asked me after we made love will there be  a moment greater than this  that you’ll never forget
I paused to query my self  and in all honesty (who was being a bit to true)  and  hesitated
“yes”
“When and what was that ?”
I leaned back and smiled ahhhh yes … my first cigarette
She left

Latter in life I confessed to her my new love in ways that tongue was never meant to do between parted thighs (lol) to make her "ohhh  dam !"  and  shiver.
She asked is there was another whom you have told in such ways of your to soul unfold
truth was in the corner starring cheering me so i thought why not i guess?
Honesty looked blankly at me "dont do it"  I raised my eye brow with my glass
“Yes” to whom was it
To beer … but not any beer …. .. it was a cold beer my first one
I never saw her again

I fell in love for what I think was the last time and she asked me is there any one who has ever loved you this hard, this pure , this uncondtionally?
You would of thought wisdom would have taught me better by know.. but oh no trutha chanted my gurardian angel slapped his for head and honesty just shook its head
As I said yes “who”
I sipped my beer and dragged on my cigarette
As I laughed out Mr

GODz
She stood up took two steps away for me and showed me her scarz
“And know we do not have to tell each other lies about who we are”
because we are 1

“child” Gerald Munengami