Monday, January 5, 2015

He made it sound like so much

Its all she asked for
But he made it sound like so much
Incapable of loving her fully
Unable to trace the veins in which she regained life from
He couldn’t make sense of her yearning for love
He couldn’t make sense of the simplicity of her wants
The simplicity of her needs
He was so used to the complex and chaotic world
That the plain sight in front of him
Was overlooked or rather overcomplexed as difficult
If ever that was a world it would be the opposite of oversimplified
Some things are so simple
Some things are so plain
Some things are so easy
Yet we rather make them difficult and live in vein
But she didn’t blame him
Perhaps she should have
But she couldn’t
Because she used to be like him
Unable to love
Unable to see
Blinded by the cold world boxing her in
She was almost deceased
But he watered her seeds
He planted her soil
But she never grew,  she never blossomed
Because love takes two 
And everything she asked for
He made it sound like so much
Well maybe it would be the next one that would plant his seeds
Water his soil. 

Sunday, January 4, 2015

It wasn’t so much the fullness of his lips
As it was the vibrations of the words that jumped from his mouth
She was Amorously Shaken
The Afrolegalise

Optimistic Realist

I constantly struggle with her.
That young naïve girl so full of optimism
I read her old quotes
My finger tracing the words across the page
A moment of connection
Later turned into distance
Dissonance
Imbalance of keys from her to she
Because although she is full of optimism
It is a changed perception, her tune, her tone
The rhythm of her mind, the beat of her heart 
A renewed reality
What was is not what always is
Her naivety prevented her from seeing the realities of human beings
While she saw the bad, her sense of humanity was grounded in good.
She, however, understands the complexity of human nature
Or at least she has started the process of it
She no longer fears the unknowns or the lack of truth
Because she finds comfort in the uncomfortable
Because every time her comfort is extracted
Growth ensues. Growth trespasses on her brain
And so she can never stop the new process of becoming
Solace and peace she found in this transformation
The beauty of knowledge, she thought was that is was unending.
It never ceases to exist. It is never absolute.
Evolving, Growing Just like she is.

Beautiful young woman.