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

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

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 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

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