The Odd Narrative
Steamed up the window, my finger I paint a landscape,
Mountain, forest, and lake; the peak cries into
the lake becomes a vast ocean,
where trees made into wooden rafts floats
Midmorning, there is only an outline left of the crest,
this will happen to the Himalayas,
it will be a grassland on a plateau where horses gallop,
flying mane and all that,
since man won’t be there to domesticate and make them
drag bunk beds and kitchen stoves around the pampas.
The rest of the world will have sunk into a big sea that is so still
it spends all its time mirroring the blue sky thinking, it’s seeing
is so deeply in love with the image,
that doesn’t notice the man in a rowing boat; he’s one time forgotten,
he has married a big fish
which he thinks is a mermaid, often puts his hand in
the sea and strokes the fish’s belly: “without you,” he murmurs
“I would truly be alone.”
He wanted to domesticate his lovely wife
This misogynist plan caused him lots of strife
She went after him with a sharpened carving knife
Ruined my life! He laments. She ruined my life!
I wander through a minefield
Of feral thought
Ever alert
For the slightest hint
Of hidden prey
Trembling thoughts
Shamed in their youth
Cowering
Beneath dried roots
A shadow
Out of sync with the sun
Daring to peek elsewhere
A flower leaning into the wind
Refusing to yield
A defiant tumble weed
Standing its ground
Stealthily, I tease them
Into an awareness
Of now
Invite them to share
With me
Their secrets
Not in an attempt
To domesticate them
But to learn to cherish
Their tenacity and strength
Their belief in themselves
Offer to share them
Without exposing their whereabouts
To honor the sanctity of their choice.
Jed, the new husband wanted to control his wife
But failed terribly in attempting to domesticate her
and control her
She was not a willing participant or pushover
neither was Jed’s second or third wives
You cannot control women! His sisters told him.
He should have known that.
But he didn’t.
He is still looking for a compliant wife.
Potential wives four, five and six have all dumped him
None of them liked being almost-controlled either.
Not too long ago,
humans were hunter-gatherers living in caves.
And along with the Neanderthals,
we figured out how to create fire.
But unlike them, we also learned how to sow crops,
domesticate animals, and construct shelters.
That edge allowed us to survive.
We developed language and writing
and invented tools that built cities and empires.
But we were not without fault,
for we condoned slavery and the slaughter of the innocent.
Both brutal and territorial,
we perfected genocide through the scourge of war.
And yet, we persevered despite our flaws,
driven by intelligence and cunning.
We've made some progress towards accepting
each other's differences:
but we're not there yet.
We've learned to harness electricity,
achieve flight, and split the atom.
We even landed on the moon
and sent rovers to Mars.
Today, our planet is internet-connected
so that all of Man's accumulated knowledge
is as close as the phone in our hands.
We are an incredible species;
I can only guess what tomorrow will bring.
For we will continue to climb technology's ladder;
placing limitless possibilities
within everyone's reach.
Those days.....
When men didn't attempt to cage the lion,
Domesticate the cobra or try to play god
Those days when men didn't dog breed, cat breed,
Moon walk or day dream
Nature wouldn't bark so violently
With climate change, earth quakes and Tsunamis
Those days when men knew the value of palmwine, kola nut,
Utaba and it's efficacy...the insidious aroma
Of smoked yam, dipped in palm oil, pepper and salt, rattled
Our air pipe under the comfortable thatch
Of raffia palm and Bamboo sticks;
Chop sticks were alien to us
Those days.....
When a hunter would not dare return home
Empty handed for fear of being labelled efulefu
Those days when loin cloth wrapped around our sacred neck;
Gray hair, bald head, and silver stricken beard
Oozed wisdom, knowledge and understanding
Those days.....
The Odd Narrative
Steamed up window my finger I paint a landscape,
Mountain, forest and a lake; the peak cries into
the lake it becomes a vast ocean,
where trees, are made into wooden rafts floats.
Midmorning, there is only an outline left of the crest,
this will happen to Himalaya,
it will be a grassland on a plateau, where horses gallop,
flying mane and all that,
since man won’t be there to domesticate and make them
drag bunk beds and kitchen stoves around the pampas.
The rest of the world will have sunk into a big sea that is so still
it spends all its time mirroring the blue sky thinking it’s seeing
is so deeply in love with the image,
that doesn’t notice the man in a rowing boat; he’s one time forgot,
he has married a big fish
which he thinks is a mermaid, every so often he puts his hand in
the sea and strokes the fish’s belly: “without you,” he murmurs
“I would truly be alone.”
A farmer caught two locusts
before roasting they cried out
“Spare us, farmer. Let’s agree
our mandibles are hoes
we shall dig your gardens
but allow us to eat all weeds
our abdomen are tanks of oil
domesticate us, live with us
cooking oil you will get free
smearing oil is there for you
only do not touch wings, legs
we shall sing, dance for you.”
The farmer was thrilled
Sang beautiful joyful songs
“I shall be happy forever
All riches are at my door
my friends locusts , a rare gift
free labor, free oil, free music
neighbors come to feast!”
But whenever locusts sang
and vibrated their limbs
generations of locusts flew in
annoyed, worried, tortured,
he ate, burned, crashed in vain
crops were eaten and locusts
inherited his farm forever.
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
Mommy is a neighborhood feline stray.
She has two 5 week old kittens. I feed them all everyday.
Mommy had more to her litter, but a roaming male stray
slaughtered most of them, but these two miraculously escaped.
Believing that she had lost all of her offspring,
Mommy immediately went into heat again
and was impregnated by her roaming male companion
who moments earlier had killed most of her children.
Her maternal instinct is now geared towards her unborn offspring.
As for her two surviving kittens? She has abandoned them.
These poor kittens will not survive and most likely die suffering,
but not on my watch. I'm rescuing them.
It is we who decided to domesticate them.
We made them and so in essence, they are our children
and we should all share our responsibility
for making the lives of our children just a little more easy.
*
Soon there will be two more additions to my foster family.
This added responsibility I do not need,
but I do so out of love unconditionally.
*
I did it again
And look, what I did gain
What class did I attain?
I have soiled my heart with pain
Tied my freedom with so strong a chain
And above all made you cry
Rosina dear, don’t cry
Forgive me and let me try
Let me wipe your tears dry
Remove this make up I apply
And be the man you deserve
And never make you cry again
I know I lie and cheat
A tragedy I have tried to defeat
And ended up in more heat
Every day it is always a repeat
If leaving it is a shame, then let be it
I can’t hurt you again
Rosina, hold me in your arms
Discipline me with your charms
Just like a child playing with germs
Cain me with love that little harms
Domesticate me and let me be yours
Rosina please, don’t leave
It will add to my grieve
And a torture to my believe
That one day I will change and give
The much love you have given me
I love you Rosina
Safari buzz is near...
A continent no luxury
To domesticate its giraffes and steer-
Plows mud enclaves
As the storm leers
Yet full of good cheer
No worries-
Especially in Kenya
We're all out on loan
To the universe
Let's see what we do
Founder upon ideals, resist the inevitable
Drink to cheer, not to drown
Along comes resistance to show me the way
Break me down and hand me the mirror
One may disagree with a foundation built on history
But to rebuild, you must carefully renovate...piece by piece
If Rome was not built in a day, how can one demolish it without care?
Masterpieces take time, if they are respectfully in view
Change is the hardest thing, if one is built of stone
To overcome the trauma, they must be weakened, but secure
Drugs consume my breath, rendering me without care
Offenses are high and sharp is the tongue
With no device to save me, I rely on pure faith to do so
Tearing at my emotions, I quiver without rehabilitation
Addicted to security, I venture out on my own
Wild at heart, with many trying to tame
I am therefore, intoxicated, never to domesticate
The pressure builds almost daily, the need for it still exists
But temperaments can not be subdued, just out of pure spite
I listen to the rhythm carefully, to elude what's always been wronged.