-TAMU -A GIZA MAMA MZAZI for Lamara

When she speaks, a hundred thousand slaves rejoice

Her confidence is the determination of freedom from her captives

Her boldness is the pain of all those that looked up to the moon

an wandered what it's like on the other side

-tamu -a giza mama mzazi

When she smiles, her reflection is the river Niger showing all

her sweet countenance

Her hands and feet are swift to cover any pain that comes nigh

-tamu -a giza mama mzazi

She is Rodin's master piece, the complete thought and image

of the true thinker

for everything she dreams, she is

for everything she dreams, she is

for everything she dreams, she is

HER

She caressed me with her thoughts and entrapped

me with her ever growing richness

Her solace is the foundation that that holds everything

in place perfectly cemented  and well balanced

Heart beats once raced now beat more steady

with reasonable confidence

We must hold on to what we have said in the past

for the present is now and the future is forever 

My Centre

The depth of blackness that crucify's me daily
Taking my inner most self and making it a display
Shelf life with no end, spontaneity and laughing lips plague me insufferably
Reaching deeper within me an endless pit of ill repute
A deification of uncertainty
Hanging in balance my soul, soulless unknown regions
A spiraling stair case of twist and turns and turns and twists of unrelenting suffrage bagging each mystery of whom it beist
 Looking deeper and more closely and image that seems to mock and make fun of my fear
A sardonic  sad eye smile that reassures me never
A raging sea of froth and ilk undeniable constant stabbing pain
A light that stopped shinning or is it to deeply embedded unattainable
Coming full circle to unreality, apocalyptic fantasy reaming sweet blissful hatred
visions, outer regions exploring
Cacophonies of sounds exploding bringing truth closer to the dull shining fate of being lost
My belly cries out for peaceful solutions, retributions but my thoughts are convoluted
Crying tears of joy, wonderment, sadness, and all else that lies within me