DEDICATION TO “TIME” #BEAUTIFULMUSIC

As I listen to “Time” the Wonderful symphony of Joe Alexander Shepherd,

His beautiful piece shepherds to me to clear thoughts, beautiful memories,

 Some of failures and some of victories,

Such music caresses my ears, my heart the depth of my soul, there’s some unexplained peace

About such a piece, every chord struck every key, every note seems to be place in perfect harmony,

Clearly music is the language of the angels,

The universal Language understood both by mortals and immortals,

 Piercing through the very fabric of time, a universal Portal,

Time freezes and I can clearly visualize every bit of information,
I can clearly see the transformation of milliseconds to seconds, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to Days, Days to months, Months to years, years to centuries and centuries to millennia,

As the tempo increases, and the music reaches a climax, I crave for the melody to continue into a perpetual high

A conceptual impossibility,

 I realize that all good things have to come to an end, as I slowly jet back into the rugged reality of lIfe,

I can only play and replay but each time will be different, not as beautiful and satisfactory as the first time,

As the melody slowly and surely comes to the Last key, the Last note,

I feel the goose bumps a breath of fresh air, clearly little compares.

WHAT IS? WHO IS?

                                           

A man wealthy with pompous words, beautiful descriptions,

Inscriptions painting vivid pictures with every sentence, 

Straight from my heart the truth with no pretense,

Suspense at every turn, what’s it going to be?

What next?

Who’s next?

Expect the unexpected 21^st century kind of Mentality,

Kindness and a dose of brutality in equal measure,

No distinction between Friends and enemies,

As described by the Morgan Heritage “Frenemies”

As I weave my mind around what exactly is going on in this Life,

I’m bombarded by lots of definitions of what it’s like,

What it’s supposed to be, this way, that way

My way or the Highway, which begs the questions what about God’s way?

Are we for real or is it simply a role play?

Days of our Lives unfolding like chapters in a book,

Hooked to excitement, like every scene in theater, drama and plays,

Unscripted events that define every day, routine is temporary,

Change is inevitable, the unenviable marks of the Hands of Time,

There’s always First and second and so on and so forth up to Last,

First World, Developing World, or as we describe it third world,

The concept of equality is a mere theory, a complete fallacy,

Equality probably means black and white, no variety, one size fits all,

Or should equality be relative to whatever context we talk about?

Is it a junction or a round about?

You Tell Me…………………

NOW GENERATION

Fast Life of the 21^st century, every life in the hands of the treasury,

You either live in perpetual debt or result to burglary,

The paper chase is never enough and the fight is tough to hold on to the salary,

Youngsters admiring the lavish lifestyle, big cars, big phones and all sorts of accessories,

Try to figure out the movement of this generation and the trajectory,

How’s it going to be in the next ten years?

How’s the vision after the next ten beers?

How’s the speed after the next ten Gears?

Hyper speed gliding through the country side highways,

Crazy swerves as we approach the suburbs and dive into the urban tight ways,

Swayed by fashion and style,

Fake like a Barbie doll smile,

Scarce mentors for the next generation,

Divided and conquered by economic segregation,

Youngsters aspiring for fast money, Hollywood mentality,

More money and less work, more phony and less substance,  

Glance into their eyes and all you see is the search for ourselves,

Coloring our faces with exotic hairdo’s, tattoos’ and piercings,

Ladies with shadowed eyes and excessive lipstick, short skirts are no longer hearsay

But a normal way of life,

A generation trying to cope with emotional strife,

Malcom X, Martin Luther, Tom Mboya and Dedan Kimathi are no longer our heroes,

Their relevance in our minds is close to zero,

Our heroes are gangsters and Prankster’s,

Masters of illusion, fake personalities on TV scenes,

Fake political promises on TV screens,

The sequence is crazy, the pattern is complicated,

Various versions from analysts, commentators and opinion leaders,

Different interpretations from psychologists and mind readers,

Generation waiting for their own messiah to lead us,

Up in arms calling for perceived freedoms and rejecting the real one,

Looking up to artificial avatars on movie screens, drinking up urban philosophy

On gossip columns, on social media and TV Forums,

Look for me after half a century to see what kind of quorum,

We’ll have for meaningful relations and discussions,

Until then let’s keep our heads up,

Time will tell whether we made wise choices,

For every action there’s a reaction,

Every action has a consequence for our future generations.

Fast Life of the 21^st century, every life in the hands of the treasury,

You either live in perpetual debt or result to burglary,

The paper chase is never enough and the fight is tough to hold on to the salary,

Youngsters admiring the lavish lifestyle, big cars, big phones and all sorts of accessories,

Try to figure out the movement of this generation and the trajectory,

How’s it going to be in the next ten years?

How’s the vision after the next ten beers?

How’s the speed after the next ten Gears?

Hyper speed gliding through the country side highways,

Crazy swerves as we approach the suburbs and dive into the urban tight ways,

Swayed by fashion and style,

Fake like a Barbie doll smile,

Scarce mentors for the next generation,

Divided and conquered by economic segregation,

Youngsters aspiring for fast money, Hollywood mentality,

More money and less work, more phony and less substance,  

Glance into their eyes and all you see is the search for ourselves,

Coloring our faces with exotic hairdo’s, tattoos’ and piercings,

Ladies with shadowed eyes and excessive lipstick, short skirts are no longer hearsay

But a normal way of life,

A generation trying to cope with emotional strife,

Malcom X, Martin Luther, Tom Mboya and Dedan Kimathi are no longer our heroes,

Their relevance in our minds is close to zero,

Our heroes are gangsters and Prankster’s,

Masters of illusion, fake personalities on TV scenes,

Fake political promises on TV screens,

The sequence is crazy, the pattern is complicated,

Various versions from analysts, commentators and opinion leaders,

Different interpretations from psychologists and mind readers,

Generation waiting for their own messiah to lead us,

Up in arms calling for perceived freedoms and rejecting the real one,

Looking up to artificial avatars on movie screens, drinking up urban philosophy

On gossip columns, on social media and TV Forums,

Look for me after half a century to see what kind of quorum,

We’ll have for meaningful relations and discussions,

Until then let’s keep our heads up,

Time will tell whether we made wise choices,

For every action there’s a reaction,

Every action has a consequence for our future generations.

INSPIRE

Inspire, extreme momentum breath fire,

Never give up keep pushing never tire,

Conspire to have influence beyond your time,

Beyond your years, future ties,

Like Benjamin Franklin, Like Patrice Lumumba,

Who will you be remembered as? What will you be remembered for?

Before lies in the past, do your best in the present, so that your essence,

May be felt in days ahead,

I write hoping that my thoughts and ideas, may be clear not only for today,

Not only in this way,

50 years from now what will I think of this? What will we make of it?

Pure philosophy or pure Junk?

Beautiful aroma or the stink of a skunk?

Debunk my writing like the omega code, explode with conspiracy theories,

Conquering thy fears and achieving victories,

Shelf my pieces in the history books,

Come up with literature recipe’s, mix knowledge in the pot of poetry

Like chefs and cooks,

Drag me into the poetic arena with literature hooks,

I hope my words will echo like earthquakes that shook,

The very foundations of my thoughts,

The very fabric of yours, 

FEEL IT

Feel the sunshine, feel the birds chirp

Feel the innocent smile, feel a baby’s burp,

Feel the glorious tunes of the ancient harps,

Feel the insatiable taste of wine cups,

Ups and downs of life, feel the lift up,

Feel the cranky sound of a gift wrap,

Big up to close family and friends,

Those who keep it real to the end,

Feel the swerve on a nasty bend,

All part of Life, feel the warmth of a brothers hand,

A sister’s hug, little shrug,

Feel the advice of your mother, timeless advice,

Always clear in my ear, helps me conquer my fears,

Wipe my tears with wise words from my grand parents’

Remain firm in goodness, don’t get carried away by the currents,

Feel the African breeze and thin air from the country side,

Feel the sweet taste of African Music, African cuisine that is so apparent,

Feel the dexterity on the guitar and the African drums,

Supreme vocals, superb rhythms and insatiable hums,

Feel my heart beat, heart throbbing Lyrics, as real as they come,

Feel the warmth of the African smile, Feel the elegance of the African style,

Feel the evening winds , feel the beauty of sunset

TIME TRAVELL

Faster than the aero plane, legendary Concorde,

Too fast to handle, too hot to withstand the heat,

Beating the record set by the fire breathing dragon,

In myths and Legends thousands of years ago,

Stallions screeching through medieval streets pulling a golden wagon,

Trans versing through history with my poetic pen,

Every man through every period in time faces the same issues,

Damsel in distress and yes the hero’s miss you,

Have you ever wished you?

Could teleport back and forth across time?

Meet the real Abraham Lincoln or Benjamin Franklin,

Not the one in the movies, the real deal dangling,

Keys of wisdom in your very face,

Leap hundreds of years across the African plains, meet Shaka the Zulu,

Maasai Laibons and King Lobengula in Southern Rhodesia, my friend would you?

Witness the genius of Sun Tzu and the Genghis Khan in the plains of Asia

Take a leap into the history pages,

Witness firsthand the fury and rages ‘of ancient warriors and philosophers,

Sit at the in the class of Socrates and Plato, chew Greek philosophy with Aristotle

Understand first hand Archimedes and his principles,

Calculate Math and interest not forgetting the principal,

Bank on Pythagoras theory, witness victory of ancient slaves,

Triumph over shackles and deadly caves,

Enter minds of great men and women, scientists and politicians,

Engineers, sportsmen and physicians,

The great Houdini, illusionists and Magicians,

March the streets of America with Dr. Martin Luther King Junior,

Clench your fists and fight for Independence with Tom Mboya with the trade unions,

Draft the blue print of Apartheid rebellions,

Iconic Nelson Mandela,

Do big business Like David Rockefeller,

Manipulate electricity with Niccola Tesler,

Come back to the 21^st century and like Hollywood, legendary story teller,

Scribble down your name down history lane and fathom the future like a fortune teller,

Time traveling pen, inked by every second and minute

Just think about it…………