Wendi Art IT: My Art World- Through the Words of an Award Winner

Wendi Art IT: My Art World- Through the Words of an Award Winner

The pen and the book: A WALK THROUGH MY BRAIN

The pen and the book: A WALK THROUGH MY BRAIN: A WALK THROUGH MY BRAIN   By Brian Moseti One evening I strolled into my thoughts and got lost In jungles of desire and want, the...

depression

Like a lion stalking sheep

It prowls the kraal of my heart.

Waiting, biding time

My thoughts like a sickly lamb

Limp and falter with each step

The lion growls in the fringes of my mind

Swiping at the weak boundaries of my thoughts

Hungry,  ready to pounce

Its only a matter of time

Before the walls cave in

Like a dragon

It swaddles my fragile heart

In its talons, pearls of blood

Its nostrils, spew toxic fumes

A deathly dance with the treasures within

My Hopes and dreams, of a life unlived

It is a matter of time before the walls shatter

And like paper planes,

They will be  consumed in fire and brimstone 

                                                              @soiredickson

Christmas traffic

This year, Christmas comes early

Showering our hearts

Not with cheer, but with icy drizzles

On the Nairobi-Nakuru highway

We are out here mingling

Not with people, but with traffic

We are out here making merry

Not with drink, but with our misery

And so the night slithers by

The sluggish trucks crawl away

We are stuck, in traffic

                                 +Dickson Soire 

chasing rainbows

Under the Soothing rays of a dreamy sunset

Devils danced on a barren rivulet

Cold food was served on lonely tables,

And Cheap talk accompanied the winding roads

Surf and sand was on my mind

Sweat and dirt coated my hands

All in the name of chasing rainbows

Someday, on a lonely path

High up on a grassy patch

There my journey will lead.

With My heart heavy as lead,

And my brain savoring empty memories,

There I shall dream of my bagful of rainbows

my christmas

Yeah, that time of year when you get to over indulge in food, spend quality time with family and buying expensive gifts that you rather have not. when we get to pretend that we care about each other yet we spent the better part of the year disjointed. Anyway, Christmas is not the same as it used to be; maybe I have outgrown the joy and happiness that came with the season. Oh, it used to be so much fun, not anymore.

So I am just sited in my favorite chair, thinking of Santa and his deer, of how they may be stuck in Antarctica due to the rising fuel prices or trapped in Las Vegas where he gambled away all the gifts for all the little children. Maybe he is wandering the streets of Nairobi as a homeless hobo after being swindled of all his possessions-except that ridiculous hat by our very own sisters. I mean, seriously that thing looks hideous. With the numerous no flying zones all over the globe today, i doubt he ever took off.

So Santa is a big fat loser and a pathetic attention-seeking twit because, he just comes around only once a year. What is the point of making a kid happy only once in 366 days when you can do it every day? Nobody really cares or even thinks about you on June or any other day of the year except December. We just love you because of the promise of ‘free gifts’ and reduced rates on booze. Yeah, I hate to break it to you, nobody really loves you Santa, sorry.

Speaking of gifts, maybe this year Santa should trade them for clothes, food and drugs for the poor people in refugee camps and shelters who really need them. No more cookies and milk next to the chimney for you old man, you should keep your weight in check this year. Children may start thinking being obese is cool. Please don’t behave like a big bearded baby that you are, throwing tantrums over free food.

This year, I’m ‘trying’ to be good and so is Santa I hope. Oh yeah, that’s right I am turning over the proverbial new leaf. I never got any presents last Christmas, so presumably I have been a bad boy which I highly doubt. Santa can back me up on this one if only he knew the exact location to my house because he has NEVER EVER dropped in since FOREVER. So who is the bad boy now?

love drug

When they say heart break only makes you stronger, that is just hokum as I found out the hard way. The reality is that it makes you come to terms with the loser that you already are and not a better person. When someone you always thought will always be there for you walks out on you, how can you move on? They were your hope, your worldly purpose and everything else that kept you sane. Please tell me, where are you supposed to move on to exactly?

This gets one thinking Love is just another marketing gimmick like Christmas intended to capitalize on frail hearts. When you realize how crazy you get, spinning out of control, falling heads over feet all the while craving more and more of it, like a hopeless junky with his weed, hooked for life. Withdrawal from it shatters your senses reminiscing on when you were love drunk as you wallow in a nerve wrecking hangover that lasts forever.

I guess I am done with this love business, because it is not meant for me and neither is it written in stone. Everybody expects you to love and be loved but what if you are not that kind of person, is it a prerequisite? I do not think so; love is not a daily dose for curing loneliness but a fatal remedy for concocting psychological disaster. I guess it is about time I officially went on emotional lockdown like George Clooney and stop chasing around what is not meant for me.