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.

We'd once burnt our butts, in a quest to relieve a life sanctified but on blisters we sat uncomfortably long, nursing injuries of a turn so wrong- those were wages of dignity deferred, torn and drizzling in inconsistent spurts. And we thought we had nothing to fear, our hearts and mind were numb from the pain, but we're now afraid of the fear that shreds us to pieces: this fear that never ceases, we're afraid our efforts might never gain, life's golden prize that we held dear. We've been dragged in anguish with no place to hide, like an ambushed and homeless mice; we know the futility resident in our running- for with renewed vigour we ended up crying, beckoning tears that fall behind the bravery of our eyes, reminiscent of the struggle that is oft° subjugated. ©Bunguswa.

Whoso desires listen to the song; this that shrinks our muscles tiny, this that salts our every ceremony, this that faints where we belong? For so long our yearning's been wrong- when our usual dance's been declared a felony, and we reminisce when we were brainy; and the power of choice was a weapon so strong. deafening was the echo of our wisdom: our strength in overcoming attrition, rising over turbulent waves of tribulation, but today we brood, resigned like an old broom. In our prayer, strength from above we seek, a cake walk be our journey to the peak. ©Bunguswa .

Let me off the hook; this that holds me imbalanced, against the turbulence of life's tribulations. Let me go,  when my voice can still sing you. Unchain my feeble arms; give me a chance to breath afresh- one last gulp of the acrid air, before my lungs you deflate, by your mass- over my resigning frame. Let me go; though for my voice you are famed, through my palms you've thrived- to heights that crush my bare head.  Unchain me, when I still can stare, when my lungs can still bare, the scarcity of fresh air. ©Bunguswa.

Even though you're hurt; son, take heart. Do not wail, some day all will be well. Confront today with a jolly face  and before destiny present your case. They say it's all predetermined. This sucks, our efforts are undermined; when we can't move for fate's sake, and our pure dreams to the gutters we take. Listen and rise up for tomorrow, dust your knees, stand tall and you'll grow. Even though you're broken, again rise up, face the sky, float like a plane- to your destiny the winds of hope will blow, fate and tomorrow will embrace, shine and glow. Shed tears to the core of your heart, they build strength to battle the hurt. ©Bunguswa Brian ™