THE AFRICAN THOUGHT

And so with this thought:

“I’ll not give up on Africa”

Never to Africa

Will I say, “Goodbye”

With the sound

Of this need

I rebound

With speed.

Planting in my heart’s ground

A seed…

A dream is what I planted.

I’ll never say goodbye

I hear an inspirational lullaby

Exactly what I wanted.

In my dreams

I see poets, visionaries and dreamers

Who water my seed of thought

And remind me of great things taught.

They show me a replica

Of the pain and glory of Africa.

Now I’m awake

Sharing my thoughts…

Oh, there’s one thing I forgot

They said YOU too have a thought,

You are an AFRICAN

With great thoughts

[Written circa 1914hrs   30/07/2011.Inspired by comments and posts of a Facebook group “POETS, VISIONARIES AND DREAMERS"]

I PAINT MELANCHOLY

I stand before no easel

With no paintbrush or canvas.

I stand between good and evil

I'm sad at what divides us.

And then I begin to paint...

I paint...

I paint a tainted picture,

A self-portrait

With pigment of dark chocolate.

I paint...

I paint a caricature;

It's about the problems,

For that's what my mind captures.

We can't deny, we have them.

But it matters how we handle them

And so with melanin,

I paint.

I paint melancholy.

I paint a usual picture:

Problems we have in Africa.

I paint, I paint.

I paint melancholy...

[Written circa 1757hrs, 04/01/2012. Inspired by the "Coliseum Challenge," at P.O.E.T.S (People Of Equal Thoughts & Spirit) ]