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