Scribbles

                                                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

 Love is for the weak,  And wine for the strong.  I'm a valiant knighted warrior,  One who has no nature of frailty,  But what shall I be?  But what shall I do?  Now, that my heart a lass has plucked,  Now that she holds it deep in her hands.  Must I drink wine and so lose thoughts of her into tots?  Or must I just fall in love and weak forever be?  Love is for the weak,  But wine is for the strong. Gerald Sikazwe

Memories unwanted, Locked up behind steel gates, Memories scary, Enclosed, hidden inside a jar of stone. Tales crippled, Stuck on wheelchairs, Tales banished, Amidst others to walk. Fires hungry, Put to rest under water, Fires fuming, Poisoned with sleep in dark beds they lay. Secrets sleeping, Keep on dreaming soundly asleep, Secrets buried, There in your graves grey and never awaken. Gerald Sikazwe

These are cries of hearts crushed in pain, They are words of voices slain, Of faces that no longer resemble their original forms, A people, eternities ago, sold to anguish and despair. These are paintings colored by broken brushes, They are faint shadows of lost dreams misfortune daily lashes, Mere tales of brokenness, completely pitiful, Of a people, long ago, given away to agony and fearsome gloom. These are whispers of stitched smiles unheard They are sketched signs of crippled wishes unread, Ignored, About a people, such as us, years ago, offered to oppression. Gerry Sikazwe

About my fears, yes those that frighten me deep; Their eyes red scare me compellingly to mediocrity, Their elephant-size bodies taunt me to never try, to never act, They have a force, frightening that molds my stagnation. About my fears, yes those that mock me; In amusement, great fascination, In unimaginable merriment, I’m the crown, They, my captors laugh at the plight they sew to my existence. About my fears, yes those that I desire to escape; They have chained me, caging me in uncertainty, They have but told me nothing is possible, I am drained of my glow, no hope in me lurks. About my fears, yes those I abhor; I would that I be able to face them, I wish, one day, to resist their enslaving grip, I pray to tame my ears to deafen to their crippling suggestions. This I write to all, About fears, yes the reason we excel not. Gerry Sikazwe