HollyIvanPoetry

Some where like a homeless child My heart is crying in the cold It is still raining outside am told And back to the blanket I fold My arms and legs on bed I pity the beggars on the streets Helter-skelter they run What happened to the ten point program at down? The truth is dark under our eyelids The birds are silent,there is no one to ask The senior beggars are harvesting bags As the Juniors carry rags People are furious The mood is serious And I am curious Why are there trenches at home? Is the one question I pose.

Tom  said he was sick But wouldn't Vail off the disease. I wonder what it was? Every time I sit at night I sight him wandering about in the dark. What it might I can't tell But Tom is in pain You can see it on the pale face Pacing at the front page And only a tear can reveal How deep I feel for Tom He lost his dad at ten And all was lost at once Tom did not get the Muse The other kids get to read He sits alone near the house In which his father was put to rest Tom my friend is in pain That one can't bare again In case He or she experienced it once I will come back one day again To tell you about Tom my friend  Tom said he was sick But wouldn't Vail off the disease. I wonder what it was? Every time I sit at night I sight him wandering about in the dark. What it might I can't tell

Write me off at your own risk At the wrist of your arm is A riffle tied as hate in the heart It is the reason you hurt When you see my twist Of the eye at her But she loves it Because she doesn't frown at my gist Hate talk you say! Try your luck my brother I will not bother Whether you flourish at the try Mine is to fly up in the sky Up the tree I will sit And wait for the branch to break Her own bosom knows where it lies It knows where it's comfort I'm glad it hurts You when you sight me With her at the road Yes she holds my hands But where were you? Where were you when she was hurting? At the time when she was depressed And that day when she needed you most But she still needs you She needs you to tell her your sorry She needs you to listen to her She needs to tell you what she feels She needs you.

Bruises Morning after night I try to shatter the poor life I live. Crawling on success's rough verandah. Only bruises on my knees I get. Though giving up is not my thing, I feel have reached the skyline of my efforts. Tired of the bruises that are turning Into cancerous wounds

  Her dimples were the pond from which I drew happiness. Bright prairies, slim and sweet, they looked on her cheeks. Like dolls sat on a table, The plateaus dawdled as twins in agreement each time she smiled. Beckoning my innocent eyes each time I gazed at her. A calming roll of ocean waves they were! Enough to send me to wonderland. Inviting it provoked a blink into my pockets. The table at which they sat was a menu. It reflected love, disappointments, cheating,us forever,lust and a kiss as a dessert. I decided to order for cheating as my budget was a deficit. And home we rode as we ate our lunch. Didn't forget the desert though. Dimples Her dimples were the pond from which I drew happiness. Bright prairies, slim and sweet, they looked on her cheeks. Like dolls sat on a table, The plateaus dawdled as twins in agreement each time she smiled. Beckoning my innocent eyes each time I gazed at her. A calming roll of ocean waves they were! Enough

We are friends meant to fly together like doves Two souls tight with one thought At the same time a bond in mind We share the same food as swine Why would I leave you to cry And watch you try To struggle your dreams at noon I would rather be the moon at night And light your path through the dark I can't do it I promise Ours is a tight friendship sealed in a peel Which those deeds can't try to crack I will repeat again one more promise at once I can't do it We are friends meant to fly together  like doves Two souls tight with one thought At the same time a bond in mind We share the same food as swine Why would I leave you to cry And watch you try To struggle your dreams at noon I would rather be the moon at night And light your path through the dark I can't do it I promise Ours is a tight friendship sealed in a peel Which those deeds can't try to crack I will repeat again one more promise at once I can't do it

I need to drive and thrive in the  game of live sex So I can bare fruits as many as  puppies That can keep me alive and active at the backyard And help me mend the tongue  when it is loose As mangoes I want to fall like rain in the ripe season So that all the boobs can taste my sweetness Without difficulty, I want them to climb up the tree And shake off even the young ones Because I am generous I want them to enjoy the fruit That was made and meant For them, when they are hungry and thirsty It can cool the urge slowly but surely I need to drive and thrive in the game of live sex So I can bare fruits as many as puppies That can keep me alive and active at the backyard And help me mend the tongue when it is loose As mangoes I want to fall like rain in the ripe season So that all the boobs can taste my sweetness Without difficulty, I want them to climb up the tree And shake off even the young ones Because I am generous I want them to enjoy the fruit

Your name a beautiful melody that plays to my heart. It keeps ringing on my mind like the waking bells of prep. Provoking my soul to act, and respond to the sensations of the beauty you hold. It sets my feelings ablaze and like a wild fire i creep. searching for the secret that you hide, in those eyes that sparkle like stars in the sky.

Why did you come? In my room yet you new you're a desert. An oasis so lazy to water the plant that I burried in your land. You, Why did you invite me at the party. Where food is served without a drink. And the hands are turned into forks. Corrupted to search for meat in the middle of the plate. And bribes to borrow the neighbours tap For the visitors to cure the thirst. Why did you come? In my room yet you new it was Albert, Who burnt the food at the fireplace. Why did you come? Why did you come?

How could you be so cruel like that, So unforgiving! Captivating me with your Vibrating bum. Trying to. Dig a hole in my feelings, Growing a deep wound in my heart. And all you can do is, Hurt,hurt,hurt. rubbing salt in it. Can not you be of a big heart one day, And add sugar to juice. So that we can share, a glass at least one night under the ray of the moon. In a place Where one can not trace.

Last night I heard the stars whisper your name to the sky while the fire flies buzzed at my windows. I am a fool in love with you blinded by you. By all of you.

It is clear On the earth's sphere That all people can spare What they stare At in through rear

My thought about you is a Creak that creeps over a mountain. I have an inclination of a touch to love, Though had to find, I will fight to the end.

What if I said? I want to be laid Into your eyes And hold you Like tears. Would you be able to carry me like eyebrows? Because I want to be the lashes on the skin of your eyes And cover your Iris while you sleep at night. What if I said? I want to be the leg Of your body, And be the toes to Support you when you walk. Would you make me the foot to balance your movements? Because I want to be the veins that run through the musles  of your leg. And transport blood to the tissues when your at rest. What if I said? I want to be your stomach And be the store of the food you eat. Would you make the pancrease juice to break down your proteins. Because I want to be the intestines in your stomach. And sumply carbohydrates to the veins.

Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding places.

The kitchen is my place. A serene locale for me to stay, I serenade with the perfumes it wears Together we dip the onions to feed the nose. The kitchen is a darling in bed, It caresses my tummy whenever I need. Cuddling through the gullet we pass, And down the stomach we make our love. The kitchen is my place. Be it lunch, supper or break. I depend on it like a parasite, Sucking it's gallery in stock. The kitchen is a real friend indeed. It wipes away the tears when you cry. And when the hunger beatings are severe, It is always ready to give me a massage.

      A heavy wind was blowing from the Northern direction to the South. The trees swayed like they would fall the next minute. The leaves of a Muhuyu tree under which a village committee sat fell like the heavy rains of the 1997. The sun high in sky was tough like a hungry Lion in a zoo. The committee had coverged to chew a word about Mr Mulogo who had become a dangerous disease to the indigenous people. He had now erected a house in the middle of the path that led to the only well where people got water. And announced that no one should pass via his land. This had angered the locals provoking them to scribble a letter to the village chairperson. In a few days to come he was to set up a one thousand meter perimeter wall that would see the well off the eyes of the natives.        Mr Mulogo was a rich man who had gathered a big sum of paper. When he came to Muhula village,he had exchanged his paper for land with the frustrated villagers who saw life as a balloon in the air about to fal

Without thought exiled from passion days spent distraught. Living with a life-less fushion it doesn't burn. I don't know what is real, Life doesn't always take the right turn. It lacks the right feel The cold seeping through the window sill Oh the burn in my fingers, do it I cry Or just take a damn pill, When people say their okay, it's really just a bitter lie.

When you lay on your your back and watch the clouds walk. Blue and white with a darkness in them. Seeing different shapes of nature mapped on the sky. And your eyes crawl around the globe of your thought, Then they cast a glance on a girl that you fancied making you reminisce the times you had. Lethargic you feel for a moment, And your eyes get wet in a minute. The feeling of a love you lost in the evening. Dangling on your mind for a lifetime.

I'm so fake sometimes I'm a loose ass opening my secrets to everyone I find. I have become a laughing stock For every tattered mouth Undressing my skin, Everytime I walk. "He is a sheep walking without destination" I hear the fading sound. As I erect my ears to direction of the moving wind. I try as much to refrain from what I hear but it's piercing. The speed at which these words cum is so terrible. But I blame my self for not tightening the buttocks.

Pain Life ends Days edge Memories wane Trust spills Guidance mearnders But the world is a stone It crawls like a snail Leaving marks on the road It's hard to crack Breaking through is a war You have to endure the pain