bohemian n.
A person with artistic or literary interests who disregards conventional standards of behavior.

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Karagwe, Tanzania


My Eyes Swell up and My Nose Clogs
The Cold air sweeps in and reminds you there’s Fog

Nothing to do but soak it in, Anonymously

Warm Faces and Embraces meet Me
Everywhere I go,
“Mmba” Replaces “Shikamoo”

The Red Earth between my Feet
And the Smoke from the kitchen Reeks
Deafening Silence and Blinding Darkness Creep

Banana Plant Leaves sway Melodiously
Distant Birds Chirp Rhythmously

Overwhelmed by it ALL I never want to say NO
chubby me Cant resist the urge to “ongeza kidogo..”


Saying goes “Wherever I Lay My hat is My Home

I’m Leaving my Sunday Hat here
With My Father’s Father Near
And my Mother’s Mother in my heart, Dear

And at the end of my days
After All my Strayed ways..
And the Symphony of my Life Stops its Plays
At My home is where you’ll find me, Dont be Amazed
Home is Where the Heart is, Forever and two a Day


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Hairy Situations



 So, whats "good hair"?
I know the topic's been done to death
But its laying heavy on my chest,
need to let out this last breath



my nappy tangled mane drives me insane
combing feels mundane, why cant it be the same?
wake up to waves, as gorgeous as I, as i stare out the window pane
weave, tweeze and freeze till follicles feel no pain
combing feels mundane

Who decided that physical trumps personal?
Material over Spiritual
If i Look Good and Smell Well then it doesn't matter if
                                   i cant Spell???

I'd rather be Messy and unWorthy
Raggedy and Dirty
UnAppealing to your eye But Intriguing to your MIND

So What is Good Hair?
I know the topic's been done to death
but faced with decisions as i take my last breath
between vanity and soulful depth
i'd take the latter, without skipping a step




Sunday, June 12, 2011

Im Staying Single Till Death.. Sheeeit

♫ ♫ But I wont go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I'm willing to take the risk  ♫♪ ♫

 


I wont go  ♪
♫ I can't do it all alone
If this ain't love, then what is?
♪ ♪ I'm willing to take the risk.. ♫


Comes a time in everyone's ( ♂♀) life when hard decisions face us
I'm that honey in the backseat, 
stays away from the hot heat
Taking chances is for the brave at heart  ♣
Darlings I'm feeling meek
Try me next week,
Maybe then my heart could handle skipping a beat

Friday, June 10, 2011

Memories On Pavements

First let me say, This is not a poem
It may rhyme if it feels like
But the point is to say everything as it comes into my mind
as Raw and Unedited as it is in my mind

I remember when our eyes met
heheh.. if anyone had pinched me at that moment i would have condemned them to bad places (read Death). I would never forgive you. But that is besides the point, Lets stay on Track.

I've decided that the title to this is Memories On Pavements
its an Ode to adele's Chasing Pavements,
She went through what I've been going through
Or atlas ALAS she sang it, But again. thats besides the point
You are the point. Lets stop postponing the inevitable shall we?

Salsa anyone?

Our Conversation was Quick. It was Easy. It felt natural.
No guards, no inhibitions. i told you You were The ONe
You are the ONe.
And i told you.

I knew you and you knew me.
No games and no tricks
gimmicks? Please
It was confirm for me this
Pieces fell together
Magic flashed before my eyes
Hours passed before my eyes
Into yours only, i was suffused

Then as quickly as it began
It ended


pause


Am i the only one still waiting for a replay?
was i the Bambi of the day?
was this here a predetermined act of selfishness
Prey on my heart as you knew it was yours
Plant in my mind the image of you you knew i would never own?

But i'll stay here, and wait for you
So that maybe, jus maybe, one day you'l come back
realize the surprise in me before your eyes
then maybe i too can be selfish
avenge my hearts pain
so i never sleep heavy again
So maybe on that day, that you walk back into my life
i will stand tall and plunge chest into my knife
dagger you with pain, You and I
Dance, Equal again

My Dar-es-Salaam, Haven Of Peace?

You scare me Dar es Salaam

Your streets are so mean
its amazing how anyone remains calm

Im almost afraid to stop for a second, in these parades
and take in from the atmosphere's cascade


What lies beneath these streets?
See its the Norm for me now
Everywhere i go everyone wonders how

How i Look like them but don't speak like them
And how i speak like them yet look nothing like them
Dar es Salaam is that cold reminder of that sum

Wouldn't trade it for the world..
See I, take pleasure in knowing I'm the only one


Seek Comfort in Feeling like its just me having my fun



Catch 20 is I cant stop mid carousel
Realities catch up to me release me from my spell

..Its really hot, couldn't you tell?

khikhikhii

"find the time to be, Just Friends"? #iCant.




 *baffled*
Ms Winehouse? How Did You Know??

Its never Safe for us, not even in the Evening.. Cause I've been Drinking

I'm No One's the same


Come close but theres no flame
Its my sunshine, shinning through these imaginable doors
Shinning through beyond my four walls
Shinning through silent, undetected by your paws
Shinning through vibrant, I am The Spoken For

But See there's an Error in your ways
Those judgement calls to..
Sit me Down here
And make me Go There
They're All Unfair, How did YOu Dare?
Nullify my Complexities and construe my Simplicities?
Box my identity, So you feel superiority in my uncomfortably
Guilty you should Plea!

I toLd You Before i'M No one's The SaME.
We all come in different packages, some small, others plain
Appealing to the eye, bountiful in the thigh
You cant deny
Try as you might

But See I Told you twice Now there's an Error in your ways
My Box and His Box is different from She's Box
He's mysterious and confused, she's that Villain Fox
His lonely nights traded for her dancing shoes, faded
His BreakOfDawn signals her Slumber, Jaded

Now Tell me HOW would someone dare with their face staring bare, Arrogance in the Air Judge The IndiViduaL Flair?
Game Recognize Game?

WE are NO One's The Same

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Your Sun/My Moon

I thought that I could make you proud
I thought I'd be that one good child
I thought you'd look to me and say
"Knew you'd turn out this way"





But now the sun's interrupting my moon
Im feeling dark its All Gloom
Im singing blues
And its All because of YOU

Daddy Daddy please hear me out as I reach out
The letter they didnt mail made me feel like i'd failed
Daddy Daddy its so cold, Im alone and I need you to tell me
Its OK

Cause i see it written on your face
Disappointment it grows strong each day
I thought you'd look to me and say
"Knew you'd turn out this way"

PLease.hide.the.Sharp.Utensils

I heard someone say you get wiser as you age
that the bright lights set aside seem more dazed
I heard that life complexities become possibilities
obstacles become lists to do, wishes become goals and abilities
I heard that love would teach you lessons that manifest into wisdom
heartbreaks and 808's, Kanye did say it


The cliche in me runs 8 inches deep
Sad songs and teardrops put me to sleep
I scream inside till it hurts like i bleed
These sharp utensils from me you should keep

Fear not death as it is inevitable
wish not death as the Master determined the___?
Just wish it wouldn't hurt so much
Open up the Heaven's gate, feel my touch
brush up so i can mash up these misunderstandings in my mind
I know great things await
My patience debates
Legs quake


Sharp utensils flake
Hide the Sharp Utensils Please