poems, short stories and random thought that spring to life in the mind of....... well thats basically it. poems and articles about me.
Friday, 28 December 2012
OUTCAST
Hello darkness my new friend
Do forgive me if I pretend
For in my past I am ashamed
This long life has lost its spite
Short small steps gave me no flight
Now i sit and stare through the night.
Pardon vengeance, his misplaced
Hell hath no more pain to dispense
Heaven was right to take offense
I had no chance for defense
Now he feels he is a waste
Soon some will say he is a pest.
Three plantings past I lost my soul
Two harvests after my heart too
Ten thousand strong sent me home
Twelve thousand more sent me fro
To the night my path was destined
To the dark my eyes were fastened
Mistakes I made in the day
Drew a fate I could not delay
In the bright light I found firm fear
Only you darkness i found dear
The future is no more clear
Don't mind me if I stay here.
©davyvivaldi 2012
My 2012
The year 2012 is over. I am not sure whether I should be
glad or not. Truth be told, it was a busy one, busier than most. In all honesty
this December holiday is the only break I have had all year long. The year
started with BHANG! Just like I like it.
I met the usual faces, some moving up, some down and some well nowhere. Of
course the year had lots of objectives set for it but very few that actually
came through now that I look back. Perhaps I was too ambitious. Working on the
magazine was awesome, I am proud that it was produced.
The campaigns for student office were exciting. The feeling
though tiring and stressful was more than amazing. The competition that allowed
me to talk to individuals (who I otherwise would never have said a word to). I
made a good number of friends and have seen beautiful things unfold with them.
There were numerous lessons I picked up from that experience:
1.
If you have a goal nothing is too difficult.
2.
Life is beautiful if you live it, all you have
to do is live it.
3.
Don’t trust anything at face value
4.
Never, I repeat never go for that race alone.
I did lose to an extremely worthy opponent who has done a
job much better than I would have. But I got another seat, the A.A.C
chairperson and would like to believe that I am giving it my best. I have grown
substantially from the whimsical naïve boy to a more logical and calculating
individual as a result of the experience. Thank you to all who helped or were
present for that.
I also met a group of extremely talented individuals, poets
who deserve every ounce of the word gifted. They have
encouraged me to experiment with what I did in writing and helped me grow my
appreciation of other peoples’ talents.
Pathogen, RK Nyra, Nicko Fab, Kennan Obura, Bobi Mandela, Simuli
Waliaula just to name a few, my deepest gratitude for having given me the
chance to witness your greatness. I had the chance to attend many poetry and
music events and saw the talent is Kenya come to life.
Ah! Again, the book club. I have never have had so much fun
in a club as with that group of ladies and gentlemen. They helped expand my
circle of friends, find new and more materials for study and develop new
perspectives to life. I believe that this is a group of people with lethargic
excitement that is contagious whenever you meet them. I would honestly be lying
if I said I didn’t miss any single moment with them.
Aquinarians, I am glad I met those boys. The made my
teaching practice memorable and fun. They did make enjoy teaching, for real.
The boys were more like brothers and I doubt we shared a teacher –student
relationship. They had brilliant humor, creative minds and superb academic
potential. The classes I taught still put a smile on my face when I think of
them. (Forms 2 south and 1 west). The staff was also quite fun. I do miss the humor,
though vulgar, that we shared. In short teaching practice was three months of
fun.
I did enjoy this second semester. The events have been
numerous and each more exciting than next. It has been an opportunity to meet
more people and expand horizons. The dinner, cultural week, Mr. and Miss Cuea
were all awesome. I have got marvelous picks for evidence. The parties were
great and worth every memory they made. Simply it was amazing and on that note,
I am proud and grateful for the year 2012
Friday, 21 December 2012
secrets
Forbid me to lie
As I can’t tell the truth
My heart leaps to the skies
My face shows no proof
Tell me lies
Tell me endless lies
My eyes are blind to the truth
My ears deaf to reality
My conscience creeks violently
The weight is too much for me
I can’t bear to look into your eyes
As I fear the tear won’t dry
These tears will dry
Please do not pry
As long as the truth remains shy
And my heart will not cry
The signs are not for me to hide
The cat is out of the bag
And with it went my pride
Don’t let my heart sag
I dare not listen
Keep the silence
Or be gone from me
Spare me the pain
Then we agree
Agree to bear our guilt
And never speak of this
So it is agreed.
©davyvivaldi 2012
Thursday, 20 December 2012
in the heat
In the heat of the moment,
my passion swelled in me,
my thoughts run free,
and my tongue went on a spree,
proclaiming all that was in me,
In the heat of the moment,
I chose to make a statement,
even though it was reckless,
but you had left me breathless,
In the heat of the moment,
we got engrossed,
Forgeting all things that throbed,
as our inhibitions were robbed,
we stuck to each other like rabid beasts.
In the heat of the moment,
A moment I wished was forever,
to dwell in it I would endeavour.
©davyvivaldi
my passion swelled in me,
my thoughts run free,
and my tongue went on a spree,
proclaiming all that was in me,
In the heat of the moment,
I chose to make a statement,
even though it was reckless,
but you had left me breathless,
In the heat of the moment,
we got engrossed,
Forgeting all things that throbed,
as our inhibitions were robbed,
we stuck to each other like rabid beasts.
In the heat of the moment,
A moment I wished was forever,
to dwell in it I would endeavour.
©davyvivaldi
PAIN
by Davy Vivaldi on Sunday, August 26, 2012 at 6:35pm ·
Hush my baby
The pain won’t last long
It is the worlds way
The joys will come along
Just walk steady
For with us you belong
Hush my baby
The pain helps you grow
It is a minor graze
That prepares you for the blows
Stand tall and brave
Your strides make you strong
Hush my baby
The pain has no wrong
It will give way to pleasure
You will ask for more
That it may come in equal measure
And tears you will treasure
Hush my baby
Pain is our way
It is a mark of success
Making victories profound
Paving challenges unbound
Giving joy so, so sound
Hush my baby
Pain is our pride
The source of great memories
Leaving lessons that guide
Pain is the colour of life
From it you can not hide.
©davyvivaldi 2012
The pain won’t last long
It is the worlds way
The joys will come along
Just walk steady
For with us you belong
Hush my baby
The pain helps you grow
It is a minor graze
That prepares you for the blows
Stand tall and brave
Your strides make you strong
Hush my baby
The pain has no wrong
It will give way to pleasure
You will ask for more
That it may come in equal measure
And tears you will treasure
Hush my baby
Pain is our way
It is a mark of success
Making victories profound
Paving challenges unbound
Giving joy so, so sound
Hush my baby
Pain is our pride
The source of great memories
Leaving lessons that guide
Pain is the colour of life
From it you can not hide.
©davyvivaldi 2012
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
she said
by Davy Vivaldi on Sunday, July 22, 2012 at 11:46pm ·
She said she wasn’t a rhyme in a poem,
Or a line in a verse
That I would turn to
When things got worse
She said she wasn’t like words in the air
Blown to the worlds ends
Or spread on paper
She was better
She said she was not a passing fad
I would forget with the next
Or a tasty dish
I would wish to waste
She said she was not a book
With pages to turn
And gave a look
That made hearts burn
She was a dime a dozen
The one I would never have
She left me frozen
Now I learn to love
©davyvivaldi 2012
Monday, 17 December 2012
CHEST THUMPING
I am not good, I am
the greatest
I am not awesome, I
am supreme
I am not alive, I am
immortal
I am not a ghost, I
am a ghoul
I am not a beast, I am
a monster
I am not a saint, I
am a god
I am not a man, I am
a lord
I am not a champion, I
am a conqueror
I am not gigantic, I am
cosmic
I am not amazing, I am
beyond it
I am not on top, I am
above it,
I am not the one and only
I am not the one and only
I am the only one
I do not demand, I proclaim
I am not confident, I
am confidence
I am, larger than
life
I am, master of time
I AM KING.
I am…………
SO CALL ME THAT
©davyvivaldi 2012
ECSTASY
by Davy Vivaldi on Tuesday, December 18, 2012 at 12:17am ·
Your every touch was intoxicating
Giving a sensation quit electric
A feeling of pure magic,
To you I was a willing addict
Your voice deftly inebriating
Its effect tantalizing
It left me levitating
I was full of ecstasy
You left me full of drunk energy
Intertwined in clear symmetry
We exude cool synergy
Constantly defying gravity
Away from you I collapsed
Without you I lost my mind
In the world I was running blind
Your kind of rush I could not find
Tuesday, 4 December 2012
FORGIVING BROTHER
It is well with my soul.
Not with my heart, but my soul.
You spent an eternity causing me grief
Crushing my joy, no matter how brief
Laughing when I was scared stiff
Unearthing all my beliefs
Yet I say
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
Though I may want to scream and scowl
Though I may wish to wail and bawl
I find peace in that empty howl
Then I say
It is well with my soul
I may not grab your throat
And wring the life out of you
Nor whet my knife, to thrust at you.
I may not relish in your pain
Nor look at you in disdain
As I believe you know,
It is well with my soul.
What you did is all in the past
The die is now cast
The end is not the worst
The best, is not my first
But brother
It is well with my soul.
I may not frown when you’re around
Or fold my hands and pout
I do not wish you die of gout
And sigh with relief when you’re out
But notice I do not laugh with you
I do not eat from the same pot,
Nor drink from the same cup
We do not dance on the same mat,
Nor sit in the same hut
We do not slap each other on the back,
Nor walk on the same path,
You will always find my door shut.
Though brother
It is well with my soul
Not with my heart, but my soul.
You spent an eternity causing me grief
Crushing my joy, no matter how brief
Laughing when I was scared stiff
Unearthing all my beliefs
Yet I say
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
Though I may want to scream and scowl
Though I may wish to wail and bawl
I find peace in that empty howl
Then I say
It is well with my soul
I may not grab your throat
And wring the life out of you
Nor whet my knife, to thrust at you.
I may not relish in your pain
Nor look at you in disdain
As I believe you know,
It is well with my soul.
What you did is all in the past
The die is now cast
The end is not the worst
The best, is not my first
But brother
It is well with my soul.
I may not frown when you’re around
Or fold my hands and pout
I do not wish you die of gout
And sigh with relief when you’re out
But notice I do not laugh with you
I do not eat from the same pot,
Nor drink from the same cup
We do not dance on the same mat,
Nor sit in the same hut
We do not slap each other on the back,
Nor walk on the same path,
You will always find my door shut.
Though brother
It is well with my soul
©davyvivaldi2012
Ramatoulaye
Ramatoulaye
I promise, I do not lie
I apologize for the times I made you cry
Put my transgressions behind
If you may be so kind.
Ramatoulaye
The one I meant to love
But instead made to hurt
I was bound in the past
And full of greed and thirst
I am sincerely sorry.
Ramatoulaye
My actions have no defense
They go to show I was never smart
All I ask for is a new start
But please, do not be curt
Ramatoulaye
I beg that you understand
I made my mistakes
Enormous and innumerable
As I will understand
If you ask, to never see me again.
Ramatoulaye
Curse me now and forever
To suffer for every tear
And every wrinkle I gave your face
Cause me pain I may never forget.
Send me fear, I will never regret
But I ask, forgive me please
Ramatoulaye
All things aside
I ask that you remember this
I did, and still do
And always will love you.
By david asonga©davyvivaldi 2012
LOOK
are' nt you proud
proud of the beast you helped create
the one you fed with lust and hate
the one that made hope disipate
look at it
do not act shocked
by the blood dripping from my hands
or the blood smeared on my clothes
you are the one that spilt it on the floor
look at it
don't cringe from us
we are the ghost and ghouls you made
when your venomous tongue run loose
and you stole all you could choose
look at us
do not block you ears
to silence the wails and screams of your victims
as though you never heard them before
the evil you alwys kept in store
listen to them
do not feign honesty
when all your forked tongue can do is lie
do not forget that you too will die
look in to my eyes and tell the truth
LOOK AT ME!
Saturday, 1 December 2012
gratitude
Not all the thankyou's
Will be enough
For all the love we amass
All the good we surpass
To pay it forward is all i ask
The joyous smile
and the hearty laugh
the built up trust
for tender hearts
generosity from the richest parts
from the soul this pattern starts
thank you though, that all that counts
not the silver in the mines
nor gold in the volts
nor gifts and surprise
could measure equal
to all the emotion
you extol
from the brightest to the bravest
to the boldest and the greatest,
i give thee my sweetest harvest
MY GRATITUDE
©davyvivaldi 2012
Will be enough
For all the love we amass
All the good we surpass
To pay it forward is all i ask
The joyous smile
and the hearty laugh
the built up trust
for tender hearts
generosity from the richest parts
from the soul this pattern starts
thank you though, that all that counts
not the silver in the mines
nor gold in the volts
nor gifts and surprise
could measure equal
to all the emotion
you extol
from the brightest to the bravest
to the boldest and the greatest,
i give thee my sweetest harvest
MY GRATITUDE
©davyvivaldi 2012
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
my grief
The sound of violence rang loud.
In its wake, dead silence,
Broken only by sobs and soft condolence,
Joyful homes broken by menace,
Neighbourly love scattered by vengence,
Shuttered is the world we knew.
Sour are the sights, beauty torn away,
The stench of death thick in the air,
Nausea and nostalgia flood the heart,
Deep are the wounds we cut,
Smoke smoulders from homes burnt,
The fog dulls the future,
I wonder if we are too late,
To mend mistakes of mean haste.
©davyvivaldi 2012
In its wake, dead silence,
Broken only by sobs and soft condolence,
Joyful homes broken by menace,
Neighbourly love scattered by vengence,
Shuttered is the world we knew.
Sour are the sights, beauty torn away,
The stench of death thick in the air,
Nausea and nostalgia flood the heart,
Deep are the wounds we cut,
Smoke smoulders from homes burnt,
The fog dulls the future,
I wonder if we are too late,
To mend mistakes of mean haste.
©davyvivaldi 2012
Thursday, 8 November 2012
PERHAPS
I wrote you a ballad
And hoped you'd read it
Wondering what you'd think of it
I wrote you a symphony
And hoped you'd sing it
As I wondered if you'd like it
I sang you a song
and hoped you'd listen to it
as I wondered if you'd enjoy it
I thought of you every night
And prayed you'd be safe
But wondered if you did the same
For me at least
I wanted to say the words
But couldn't mouth them
Because my heart skipped a beat
And my courage was eclipsed
Perhaps I was afraid
Afraid I would succeed
Or afraid I would fail,
Just perhaps
©davyvivaldi 2012
THE OBSERVER
-->
I was taught how
to study this tough life,
To know when to
walk, and learn when to run,
To whet blunt
edges sharper than a knife
To identify
times to shout or to talk
To choose my
words well, lest they cause me hell
To keep my
thoughts silent, and never mock.
I learnt
to read into humanity
Their motivation
and vanity
And hoped my
path would gain some clarity
The bitter-
sweet balance of grief and joy
Their worries
and their insecurities
The innocence
and guilt that paints their souls
Their
oscillation between good and bad
The bright
smiles and dull frowns that make them whole.
©davyvivaldi 2012
Thursday, 1 November 2012
season of despair
Knocking on heavens door
With an angel on my shoulder
And the devil on my back
Death stalked my heels
Erasing all I could feel
Hope held my hands
Leading me on when I was lost
Fear griped my heart
As dread danced in my belly
Anxiety washed over me
Exhaustion was heavy on my legs
As I tugged away from desperation,
Confusion set tent in my head
For I longed for a soft bed
But my journey allowed me no rest.
Perhaps purgatory was best
My battered body begged
This tormented soul had aged
A solution that would leave none enraged
On this relief was pegged.
©davyvivaldi
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Lessons
Don’t make promises you cannot keep
They weigh down the heart
The mind may sleep
But time forgets not
Don’t be quick to curse,
For what goes around
Surely comes around
And time has revenge
Very uncanny revenge
Watch your actions
That you may not fall
As a result of folly
Keep only secrets
That you need never confess
Lead with your eyes
And not you tongue
Learn the lessons lost
So by the past
You may not be stung
©davyvivaldi 2012
©davyvivaldi 2012
Saturday, 27 October 2012
THE DANCE
THE DANCE
I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts
In the evening when dusk came to call.
The cat’s soft purr said all was lost
So I danced to the rhythm of the coast
The living lost their allure
The land was no longer enticing
Whistling winds failed to reassure
Entranced I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts
And the soft dust caressed my feet,
Urging and teasing me on from deceit
The sweet night breeze, a flute from the sea.
I danced with the pots of the genies
While they clapped their applause for me
I danced with the glee of a kid
To tunes that made me truly freed
I danced to the rhythm of the ghosts
We drifted away from the shore
On a flimsy dhow or so I thought
To music that kept hold of the heart.
But there was neither music nor dhow
I was all alone far away from shore
I danced to the rhythm of ghosts
I danced to the rhythm of the gone.
©davyvivaldi 2012
Monday, 22 October 2012
dark poetry
Death has a strange ring to it,
the icy chill it send to your lips
the pin drop silence when he creeps
the sound of his steps when wood creeks
death why at thou so sweet
Death has a strange sting to it
the bitter sweet melancony of it
carrying a warm cold wisp with him
the excitement of a racing heart
that makes the eyes jump and dart
the shock that makes life start
like shadows riding on a cart
so i am forced to ask
death why at thou so sweet
--> by ~
Friday, 19 October 2012
SIGNS OF TIME
I was seated at the bar
Drinking away my depression
When tomorrow walked in
Igniting my agitation
Today sat at the back
Lacking in inspiration
Yesterday was in a sulk
Devoid of motivation
Tomorrow said he’d quite
Tired of all the uncertainty
Today nodded his agreement
Giving hope as charity
Yesterday chuckled
Noting all their vanity
I was in the middle
On the brink of insanity
Tomorrow was in faded blue
The future was no longer bright
Today was in a dark black
The present was full of gloom
Yesterday was in dull grey
The past was a putrid memory.
None of them appealing to me
I needed help, serious help.
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