Bunguswa Writes.

I've run some miles I've walked the paths that were never mine I've been made to sleep and sink in mud I've married the pain I never loved. I've cried to the gods, I've milked and licked my sweat And I've tasted my salty flesh But fate has been sealed tight to hear my voice. Those days were golden yet deprived were glorious memories Of the golden heart Precious to sink in mud and in my air lacked the boldness to face the fear. Because I couldn't face this fear I rushed my meals on earth, and Quickly retreated to my formal world Still, I failed to tell the fear the fairy tale. ©Bunguswa.

There was a damn successful poet; There was a woman like the sun. And they were dead. They did not know it. They did not know their time was done. They did not know his hymns  were silence; and her limbs, that had served love so well, Dust, and a filthy smell. And so one day, as ever as the old, hands out, they hurried, knee to knee; on fire to cling and kiss and hold and in others eyes, to see each his own tiny face and in that long embrace Feel lip and breast grow warm to breast and lip and arm. So knee to knee they sped again, and laugh to laugh they ran, I'm told Across the streets of hell And then; they suddenly felt the wind blow cold, And knew, so closely pressed, chill air on lip and breast and, with a sick surprise, the emptiness of eyes. © Bunguswa.

Even though you are hurt, Son, take heart. Do not wail all will be well. Face today with a jolly face;  Before destiny present your case. It's said to be predetermined- it sucks; and our efforts are undermined; when we can't move for fate's sake, or for fear, and our dreams to gutters we take. Listen and rise up for tomorrow, dust your knees, stand tall and you'll glow. Even though you are broken, again, rise up, face the sky - float like a plane; to your destiny the winds will blow, fate and tomorrow will shine and glow. Shed tears to the core of your heart they build strength to battle the hurt. © Bunguswa.