February 2016 – Kabue Charles

The Ultimatum [Part 1]

poem / February 29, 2016

Me: I have decided, as from this moment, I will transcend everything and anyone who displeases and stands on my way…

Myself: that looks heavy, don’t you think?

Me: well yes, and exactly… I have undergone under so grieving and deep pressure, I haven’t structurally changes, but I have mutated as a result of my response to adaptation and surviving.

Myself: I don’t understand what you mean… what are you even talking about?

Me: you see Charles, I feel like am lost in the events of life. And because my godliness cannot allow me do the injustice trespassing other peoples affairs, or pass through them like they don’t matter, I want to go beyond everyone, to a level of complete independence, a place where happiness is inherently within my fears and worries and self-compelled joy is supreme.

Myself: okay…

Me: and you will help me get to there… you see Charles, here outside is fun, and thrilling events happen, but I want to be like you… I want to be self-propellant… self-motivated, and self-experiencing…

Myself: wait a minute, do you want to become completely independent of the nature? You want to be independent of time? That can’t happen, at least not in this mortal life…

Me: no. I don’t intend to free myself from the wave of life, I want absolute control of my condition and situation, more so, I want total and complete authority over my environment, future, and fate. Not that I don’t want to hope, I surely want to, but I want assurance besides insurance.

Myself: …well, and how do you intend to go about that?

Me: as I said, I will transcend. You see like light, gamma rays of light to be precise. Those rays are not visible, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist, but keen and careful people see them. However, these rays don’t just merely travel, they travel through… these rays never make a single bend.

Myself: and how do you plan to combine the concept of gamma light and transcendence?

Me: now that’s the part where lasting resolutions, definite principles and unweaving decisions come in life. To fight all this, we have to endure and conger this oxygenated life. To overcome the law, we have to be super wealthy and rich. And to be that wealthy, I intend to constructively use three quarter of my time gathering knowledge, wisdom and skills.

Myself: oh poor flesh, how filthy to think you can make things happen on your own. What if you get very ill? Or knocked by a car. Or you just sleep and never wake up. Or you simply never harvest the fruits of your labor?

Me: I thought we were in the same bus, Charles? What’s your role in all this? Oh! You just expect to be there watching me do everything? No… The department of divinity, intuition, and, and common sense, logic, and instincts are all in your faculty.

Myself: command me sir and I will obey. Send me my beholder and I will go. Trust me and I will be honest. Follow me and I will guide you. As me and I will answer. Teach me and I will learn. Talk to me and I will listen.

Me: very well Charles, of course I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Now that we are in the same page, I want you to transcend also. I want you to reach farthest than the angles can. Learn every aspect about our maker. What pleases Him, how He wants things done, and don’t forget to ask why… me, one the other hand, I will be providing you with the map, and updating you on the progress.

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Due

poem / February 25, 2016

There’s a beauty only and just one can poses,

The kind that is not in the heart, but is the heart,

That beauty that lingers the skin and gives the wings,

Not hot, not sexy, not cute, not even beautiful, but immaculate,

Eyes not doll, but a door of light of sublime purity and finest perfection,

Would thou hadst less deserved, perhaps my words would match your grace,

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The Crying Angel

poem / February 25, 2016

We cried when we said goodbye,

Our fate we sealed when we healed,

Am not bluffing, that why am laughing,

What money can’t buy we sold,

Then hate made haste,

And behold in came the cold,

Heal my memories or seal my affections,

To hide I want but to find you can,

Parallel in character parallel with fate,

You’re in my head like meds,

Like a wave of tune of you,

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Who Am I?

poem / February 25, 2016

Che gelida manina, Rodolfo's aria from La Bohème

Che gelida manina,			What a frozen little hand,
se la lasci riscaldar.			let me warm it for you.
Cercar che giova?			What’s the use of looking?
Al buio non si trova.			We won't find it in the dark.
Ma per fortuna				But luckily
é una notte di luna,			it’s a moonlit night,
e qui la luna				and the moon
l’abbiamo vicina.			is near us here.
Aspetti, signorina,			Wait, mademoiselle,
le dirò con due parole			I will tell you in two words
chi son, e che faccio,			who I am, what I do,
come vivo.  Vuole?			and how I live.  May I?
Chi son?  Sono un poeta.		Who am I?  I am a poet.
Che cosa faccio?  Scrivo.		What do I do?  I write.
E come vivo?  Vivo.			And how do I live?  I live.
In povertà mia lieta			In my carefree poverty
scialo da gran signore			I squander rhymes
rime ed inni d’amore.			and love songs like a lord.
Per sogni e per chimere			When it comes to dreams and visions
e per castelli in aria,			and castles in the air,
l’anima ho milionaria.			I’ve the soul of a millionaire.
Talor dal mio forziere			From time to time two thieves
ruban tutti i gioelli			steal all the jewels
due ladri, gli occhi belli.		out of my safe, two pretty eyes.
V’entrar con voi pur ora,		They came in with you just now,
ed i miei sogni usati			and my customary dreams
e i bei sogni miei,			my lovely dreams,
tosto si dileguar!			melted at once into thin air!
Ma il furto non m’accora,		But the theft doesn’t anger me,
poiché, poiché v’ha preso stanza	for their place has been
la speranza!				taken by hope!
Or che mi conoscete,			Now that you know all about me,
parlate voi, deh!  Parlate.  Chi siete?	you tell me who you are.
Vi piaccia dir!				Please do!

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Steps

poem / February 4, 2016

When I saw you, I liked you;

When I loved you, you loved me back;

When I spoke to you, you listened;

I gave you the bible, and you took it;

I preached to you, and you believed;

I recreated your soul again, and you were glad;

When you were lost, I found you;

When you cried, I was beside you;

When you were lonely, I was beside you;

I texted you, but didn’t reply;

I emailed you, you didn’t respond,

I called you, and you were busy;

Then you went mute, I still listed;

Then wiped your tears, you slapped my hand away;

Then you trashed me, and I forgave you;

How much good is good?

How much kindness is enough?

How much love is sufficient?

Still now, I care;

Still now, I believe in you;

Still now, I will love you more;

All my happiness is gone;

All is left is hope;

All I want is my love;

Look at me with grace, dear God;

Look at me my love, I will wait you here;

Look at me my life, and bestow my hands;

Gift my heart with hope, dear God;

Gift my life with happiness, my love;

Oh mother nature, come to my rescue;

Oh ancient fates, give me a new name;

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