LAST MOVE

Natural cause,
Accidental occurrence,
Orchestrated plot,
Incidents that bore the last blink.

I study the purple-blue fly,rubbing its limbs rampantly walking and flipping over,jumping from spot to spot,buzzing its wings helplessly and yes impatiently waiting for death,FLIP! Over.

I heard of circumstantial happenings,driver swerved to avoid A and hit Z devastating impact.
Sometime back mechanical failure later on heart and body shutdown unfortunate.

Did you hear about the political bug?
The one that's swallowed,and stings you from within?
That with no scientific name?
It shoots and dumps too...
Checkmate!

Now that you know,make your first move.

By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL

ANOTHER TEAR

Crying for me is mountanious,
But when i think of you,
The flow from ducts get continuous,
Correctly said sad is blue?

Another tear drops,When i re-live your smiles,
How amidst the pain u had hope,
And how you'd silence sometimes.

I helpless, you'd share you're jokes,
We'd laugh and hold thoughts,
I loved how you wisely spoke,
My mind pellmell-ed by fearsome dots.

More tears i shed when i remember,
Seeing,touching and journeying all over,With you Harmonically at per,
More than birds that hoover.

You were a boy of few words,
But forever ill shed extra tears.
Your presence interminably boards,
Then splits our final tears.

(in loving memory of Herman omondi k )
By Uncle M.O.O aka Carswell Love.

STRENGTH ISN’T POWER

I don’t know the dictionary’s

Definition of strength

And I won’t look it up

But I will tell you,

Where and when I saw it.

Thursday morning

Awakened by the voice

Of hidden strength

My dreams cut short

Reality suddenly prolonged

Confusion abetted I focused

Deep into his spirit

I felt his soul breath

As if detaching from the body

We all had to be strong,

And let the ALL POWERFUL,

Take over.

I was pained, for I synthesized

The agonizing struggle

Of this special young child

Holding on to life

Even when we felt like it was time,

He restored him

I found strength in him

Accepted was powerless

The silent prayers within

Our hearts were answered

Power of prayer

Strength to pray from him.

I love this boy of harmony

God almighty be with him

When we are around

Or far from him

AMEN.

MOSES O.O

GUEST HOUSE

That room, that building, that bed of solace.

The search, the restlessness, end of the race.

Simply lying there, shut eyes,

The soul stares.

Solo guest.

Fridge.

By M.O.O

One Day.

Of all the years,amidst the fears,
A drift the unknown,as metal turns brown,
There comes a day,that you will pray,
As you cry,and pain pry's,
Pounces and strikes your heart.

As you watch me lie there motionless.

Remember the jokes,and pokes.
The hidden anger,the days asunder.
The intimate moments,monthly ailments.
Were just but a preparation for this day of hurt.

Gone i will be,will you talk about me?

Don't mourn at length,preserve the strength,
You'll need it,as i get lowered to the pit.
I hope you never,regret anything we did together,
Those are past days,this is just, One day.

By M.O.O aka Carswell Evol

MISS YOU

Moseh! Psst! You!
I long to hear you do that once more.
You always made me laugh through your angelic manners.
You triggered thoughts of no stop by simple whispers.

"Blow my face," you requested as we sat by the couch.
It would make you smile with humble pride.
That's how you held back the pain and swept my fear.

The stories you told us of divinity and others of humeric creativity.
I miss staring into your eyes as you narrated amidst the discomfort.
Worry some us and brave you transformed me too.

Mr.BOSS no day goes by when i don't think of you.
You really were a part of me and will always be.

(in loving memory of Herman)
By uncle M.O.O

RE-KINDLED

Slide after slide,photo after photo.
Every minute of that moment together,flashes back.
I missed some,forgive me for calling grey,black.
I was time blind for I was in denial of your state.

That,smile that your cracking through the storm of pain.
That,motion you make with your eyes,momentarily shifting fate.
That,song from your heart to make her smile,pain drain.
Then,that still picture of rare beauty you pose for mother.

Re-living the past,in present memories.

I still feel that gust of sorrow,tears sweep my soul,silently.

Looking at you now,my young,amazing,sweet,wonderful nephew.
These photos,this clip,that vivid memory of your life with us.

Until i too depart and wax out from the sun,i shall never blow your candle.

Rest In My Heart.

By M.O.O aka Uncle mos-eh!