THE VOICE OF A POET

Bequeath me the patience of heart, To travel in this fairest journey, Which in itself not an end, Lest thou in sheer folly strayeth, For in haste thou lose serenity, And stir up desire before it pleases, Grant thou the coolness of mind, That his is that was predestined, In rush human want to change the course of nature, But thy will I cannot change, For that which human proposes, nature disposes, Then ceases to substantiate that was ordained, Because in humility you did not wait, Neither conceived the insight of the seasons, The beauty of appointed time, To sing not before you can talk, To crawl before thou walk, Save me the urging impulse of flesh, So in appearance I can detect reality, Lest in blatant disdain, disgrace my very soul, For in flesh there dwells the power of deception, The coercive force that overlooks the counsel of the inner domain, And in premature celebration beats its temple, For the trust of the flesh is the destructi

Am walking on, Without looking back. Without a single grudge, But theirs giving me the urge, To walk on without looking back Without a single grudge. Am walking on, Past the limits you set for me, Miles against thine prophecy, A future you swore I wont see, Person you claimed I cant be, A witness come and be, The reality come n see The walk about me. Am walking on, Beyond what my name means, Despite what my star reads, Past what my generation says, Breaking what the record holds Further than I can send my voice. Am walking on, Into the year without any fear, Lots to bear,shedding no tear With courage am walking on, The past at my back. Stepping on the lacks n lucks. Across the ups n downs To the promised land,I'll land. Am walking on, Into the promises of God, The frame of my potential, Cream of my ability, Peek of my desires.. Into an abundant life Am walking on. by Danson Ng'ang'a. Thursday, December 29, 2011 at 9:55pm ·  

Her smile, is like a glass of ice cold water during the hot, dry season, Refreshing as the idea of freedom to a man in prison, The way she moves her lips, is like watching the contact of dew drops on a leaf in the morning, So fresh, so pure and beautiful in a way that’s’ so totally enchanting, Her beautiful eyebrows are like the arches in a renaissance era mansion, Awe inspiring and captivating like windows to a secret revelation, Her speech patterns are like the whispers of classical music to a weary soul, So soothing and comforting like the a moonlit night to a smitten soul, Her beauty is like the grandeur and majesty of the Taj Mahal, So amazing that everyone just can’t help but admit to all, That is my definition of Tamika , The girl who conquered my heart and won my all.     © Patolyer 2012

YOU ARE NOT ALONE You are not alone,               When life smiles at you and the sun shines in your life,               When joy abounds in your life and happiness exceeds the lot you gave,               When success lights your path and prosperity at last arrives,               God is always with you, so never forget, you are not alone. You are not alone,               When laughter vanishes and sorrows abound,                 When the trust of those you love runs aground,                 When the hurt and anguish knows no bounds,                 God is always true, so never give up, you are not alone.   For friends may love you but break your heart,   For dear ones may break your trust and rip you apart,   For life may collapse on you and joy depart,   But the love of God is true, unfailing and will ever last,   He will comfort you and wipe your tears for it’s a fact,   That only He can remold the broken pieces of your heart.   © Patolyer 2012