Scribbles

                                                          br.pinterest.com/explore/turbantes-africanos-946853069773/ The thought of losing you to another, The thought of giving you up to the next in line, That I cannot stand, That blow I cannot survive, So I want you badly. You and what you make me feel, Your beauty and that accompanying wit, Is the only sense this world makes, Is the only truth there is of what “alive” really is, So I want you badly. I need you like breath, you are my breath, I need you like trees do roots; you are my footing, Nothing fills my life with color like you do, Nothing paints my life this bright as you, So I want you badly. You and what you make me feel, Your beauty and that accompanying wit, Is the only sense this world makes, Is the only truth there is of wha...

                                                Picture Credit: Google Death sits everywhere, Waiting, in anything it lurks, All things have its claws, To choke blue life's veins, at will, Death is a lace in life's dress! Gerry Sikazwe

                                                                Pictures: Google  Little birds sing,  Old negro spirituals.  Around the harbour,  These tunes they echo;  To cement the hearts,  To dry seas in eyes,  Of men,  women,  To brew liquor of hate,  In boys and girls growing.  Little birds echo tunes,  Before our strong brothers,  Before our pride, virgin sisters,  Before our fathers and mothers,  Are dragged by their necks;  As we do bulls when they plough,  Smitten like we treat thieves of corn,  Dragged as our cows for slaughter,  Into a mammoth ark, ark to slavery.  Little birds cry,  They shed tears with us,  Their hearts like ours,  In great a...

Wake up sleeping lion, Your place is not with hyenas, Yours is to cause terror and feed on finest flesh, Leave bone licking and crushing to them that are slothful, Take your throne and thereon roar. . Stand up and get work done, Neither idleness nor sleepiness is your portion, You must begin making bricks, with which to build your obese future, Let them that are lazy, thatch their tomorrows with fairy dreams, Take your place and pioneer civilization. . Flap your wings eagle, You are not a chicken nor are you a duck, Loft heights where fashioned for your exploitation, Forsake the dusty ground to them that are afraid of heights, Take your throne and thereon soar. . Start what has never been started before, The status quo has no effect on you, You don’t follow trends, you set them; that’s who you are, Limitations are for them that think within the box, not you who has no box, Take your place and steer the world. Gerry Sikazwe Model: Angelina Shamz Picture: Xan...

This world you see will never see you again, This world you see, will only meet the likes of you, Your charm many have had it but not as you do, Your thoughtfulness could run in your lineage, but not as matchless as yours, You are one in infinity existences, You are an eclipse, live like one. The say beauty has long been around since life got invented, They say genius is as old in us as time to the universe, But you are uniquely adorned with beauty of dreams, But you’re gifted with wits of stars which awe us, You are beyond what the world sees, You are an eclipse, demand then regard imbued in gold. You are a natural phenomenon that occurs only once, You a dazzling meteor that runs across the sky just once, Do not then settle for second place or substandard dues, Do not embrace mediocrity or anything like it, You are irreplaceable, the only there is, You are an eclipse, always remember that of yourself. This world you see wi...

She stands clear and fair, Shining with emptiness of scribbles, Wanting ink her skin to taint, She stands still unwritten on, bare. . Her body shows she yearns words, On her to be sewn, How she would love them to be permanent, On her eternally written. . She stands clear and fair, Shining with emptiness of scribbles, Wanting ink her skin to taint, She stands still unwritten on, bare. Gerry Sikazwe . Poem Style: Gerry Picture: Google (Author Unknown)

 Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Pleasing to the eyes; most fortunate to have a gaze,  Unique, beyond all what lead lines ever drew or feather scribbles ever said,  Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Soaked in sticky hypnotizing charms, hearts to always raid,  Sophisticatedly quizzical, as if glopping through a darkened maze,  Beauty untainted, so divinely laid,  Pleasing to the eyes; most fortunate to have a gaze.  Gerry Sikazwe  Model: Angelina Shamz  Picture By: Xander (Vantage Point)

- Wisdom Resides Therein - What elders speak in a shout or whisper, Heed. What elders echo in pen or thumb, Heed. What elders suggest in a sigh or a murmur, Heed. What elders rant in a nod or a wrinkled face, Heed. Gerry Sikazwe Painting By : David Myrriam

Winds may manage to erase our prints off the belly of the earth, Smiles we lit on faces of people may go off, Life may even pretend to have not birthed us, Dreams we molded to create better futures may be treated as trash, Then, when death has had devoured our lives. But now is the time, Now is the time to inscribe our names, Deep in the skin of the sky, Tattooing them so thickly that stars should envy, So that even when we pass, Those alive then may know that we too were here. Time and seasons will soon forget us, Even flowers in our gardens without us will go on, Friends and acquaintances we made alone will leave us to sleep, Gold and silver in our youth we picked will have new masters, Then, when death has had harvested our lives. But now is the time, Now is the time to inscribe our names, Deep in the skin of the sky, Tattooing them so thickly that stars should envy, So that even when we pass, Those alive then may know that we too...