Man O’ My Word aka Be My Hammer, I’ll Be Your Thor

Dear Blog,

 

Hey you! Yes you! Haven’t you heard?

You can count on me – I’m a man o’ my word.

And you’ll believe it, coz I’ve said it, then it’s gotta be true.

You won’t believe me? Fine then – believe you!

You say it more than I do, I know it sounds absurd.

“Ayanda Joe Munikwa, you’re a man o’ your word!”

 

Maybe if we say it enough times it’ll finally happen.

Coz the sheer number of promises I’ve been snapping is amazing!

Now I’m not making excuses, I put that PhD to the side.

I laid down my pride and decided I wouldn’t ever lie.

Even if it’ll save me trouble later, better to stay humble now.

I don’t want to stumble so I’ll mumble, goo goo gaga, ciao.

 

In the future, even now, trust is gold.

So I’m sorry I’ve been missing truth be told.

I said I’d take care of you. I didn’t even forget!

The truth of it is I just chose to neglect…

 

But I’m a man o’ my word. That’s what we said!

So I think it’s time we finally prepared,

For a rollercoaster ride like never before!

Where you will be my hammer and I’ll be your Thor!

Love,

Joe

 

 

Compliment

You look absolutely stunning in that dress…

More so without it…

I kid. I’m just playing…

But you really are gorgeous.

You make me appreciate the gift of sight.

Why?

Because you’re a gift.

I’m glad to be here right now.

What? No, it can’t be lust.

Can one lust after art?

Perfection.

Actually – it’s subjective perfection.

I’ve chosen to accept you flaws and all.

So that you seem perfect.

Because you are to me.

“You’re smoothtalking!”

No. I’m complimenting you.

Comments based purely on honesty, not flattery.

With these words I try to show a glimpse of your value to me.

 

End Note

I believe paying loved ones compliments is essential. Not only does it let them know that you appreciate them, it gives them confidence and strengthens your relationship. The only guideline would be to be honest. It’s best to be genuine with compliments lest they be empty words and that can normally show resulting in a detrimental effect. So when it comes to compliments, sincerity is key.

Shhhh… Thank You

Lightning flashes across the sky.

Cracking it open for a short while.

So bright! I’m blinded I can’t see!

I blink away the the weird shapes obscuring my vision.

They finally float away.

For a second I think I’m safe then… CRACK!

The thunder comes.

Yay! That’s my favourite part!

I jump in mock shock.

I love the drums!

After all I’m a fan of rock!

That’s why I lose the game a lot.

I’m always choosing bloody rock…

As if it lives, I just called it “bloody”.

It must be iron that’s why it’s ruddy…

My best friend, my only buddy.

Tell me to stop now. (Referring to myself?)

This stream of thought is unhealthy.

It’s poison don’t you see?

An endless flow of words tumbling over,

Like a waterfall, trailing into the deep.

I’m dry for days, then suddenly – I gush out!

I can’t stop speaking!

You just want me to shut up.

So I do.

Ten Rains

It’s raining.

The water’s wet. (duh)

Lightning flashes, thunder crashes,

Damp’s stuck to lashes.

Bolt hits, I’m shook – courage burnt to ashes.

 

I splash about.

Rainwater is my drug.

I’m soaked in it.

I’m soaking wet.

I’m so clean – wait!

 

I make a scene. I jump round in deep puddles.

I’m glad I’m clean! Now I’m blowing spit bubbles.

I try to cuddle with strangers and with strange men.

Yes, when I’m in the rain I feel ten again.

Hot!

My clothes are dripping wet.

It is all sweat.

London – the latest desert.

 

I feel the heat.

I must repeat.

I feel the heat.

 

Sun’s bleak.

Socks reek.

Brows leak.

 

Boiling.

Blistering.

Scalding.

Hot!

 

It’s really hot in London right now, relatively speaking at least. I am sure you can tell from the contents of the piece above. I am not overjoyed by the quality but written in one go with the revision of one line I am quite content, for now.

It only came to me when I was on the second “stanza” but I decided to reduce the number of words (exception the second stanza as “the heat” and “repeat” are of equal length phonetically) with each new stanza to indicate decreasing thought capability as the day goes on.

It also rhymes and that makes me very happy.

 

Now

 

The weight of uselessness crushes me.
It is a giant, immovable boulder intent on crumbling my bones to ash.
How the days slip between my fingers like granules of sand, trickling away, falling into the sea.
They never return.
I constantly reflect and tell myself that one of these days I will make up for it all.
One of these days I will change.
Every day I live shall be well spent.
I tell myself that, even as the hours fade and the sun goes down.
I tell myself that tomorrow I will start.
I declare, “Tomorrow I will do it!”
But… tomorrow never comes.
Tomorrow is the phantom I have been chasing all my life.
Tomorrow is way out of reach.

So today let me try something daring.
Today let me not put it off any longer.
Let me change-at this very instant.
Let me not wish. Let me DO!
Starting. Right. Now.

Psalm 91

It’s like the world is revolving in the wrong direction,
You try with all your might and all your soul to steer it right,
But you’re a lone ranger, a whisper in a monstrous typhoon, a wasp amid titans,
You’re a torchlight, bright and fierce in the dark-yet your competition is the sun.
But don’t wallow in doubt,shame or self pity,
Or in all your frailty, in all your sensitivity.
You may think you stand alone or that you are but a pebble standing against a raging sea.
Yet stand strong, firm, unmoving, even as the large warriors flee,
For you have within you One who is greater than all,
One who makes life worth living, One who gives life and removes death’s pall.
He who restarts your life when all seems to stall,
He who gives you wings and teaches you not to crawl;
He will command His angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways,
They will lift you up in their hands, they will protect you always…
Your foot will neither dash against a stone, nor rock,
Nor viper, nor shall it land in a dirty pond.
His might surpasses your fight,
To catch flight and keep in sight-of Perfection.
Good night.