Amorous release

What favour have I now,

That I’ve found such care in your arms,

A gem I’ve found in yours heart,

Cradled with affection that had been so elusive before,

I filch daily a little from this treasure,

Only to find it multiplied the next

Of this love that’s special and ours,

I scream to the world,

Because it overflows like torrents,

Today musing that I cannot possibly love you any greater,

Only to surprise myself the next day

At how deeper this has grown

A timely miracle ours is,

That we found each other when we did,

Two souls In quest of the authentic,

Now sealed with cords of genuine love,

I smile oh so hard because,

Yesterday I thought I’d grown in leaps being with you,

Only to be surprised today at the scales I now stand

This ours love,

Has served us all so right,

It caresses our hurts,

And soothes our aches,

And so we hold on tight to this

Our happy charm

We now dare dream of forever


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The vile and I

All that is flair and perfect,

Lays in my neighbours bed,

Their gleeful smiles are scorching my eyes,

Perhaps this wrench in my heart is twisting my judgment,

OMG, such venomous thoughts, mine?

The art of manipulation am mastering,

So I can carve for me another’s’ master piece

The price for my pains,

Because my heart wants,

My heart envies,

Could it be that Judas walks amongst us today?

That he’s wet my cheek with his single kiss,

And converted me to a vengeful soul,

That I now carry a pitch fork,

And coal in my heart,

My O’ My

Am a bitter soul,

Plotting evil on my enemies,

My other cheek I will not give,

As am on a revenge operation

Here I sit comfortable on this pedestal,

I beg to differ that this goes further than self confidence,

Everyone looks so small from this vantage point,

Mmmmh, like bugs,

So pardon me for crushing you with my feet,

I just need a little more room for my pride,

It swells some more everyday,

I fend for self, who doesn’t?

See petite is the size of my heart,

Has only room for one

These I own,

Private thoughts, weighing me down,

Drudgery, I tell you,

Don’t judge me,

For I am that part of you,

That hidden part,

Where all that is vile rests

That deep deep part where chromosomes rest,

Our human DNA’s abode

The animalistic origin


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Golden Perambulations

One and thousand journeys taken,

All so clear in the frail strides you now take,

My impatient and reckless feet,

 Are finding it hard to take this walk with you,

The fast and furious is how am playing my life,

Just like my stranger neighbor George, or is it James

Yet you have known those around you,

In your village, you call them by name, Amani and Upendo,

And here I am, spinning out of control,

I’ll walk these slow steps with you, and learn all that I can,

Before this hurricane of change,

Spins me higher and higher to a level,

Where humanity is but a past vocabulary

Crisscrossed lines above your brow sketch a clear image

Grand times that have made your existence,

 The frowns and the smiles each leaving a clear print

A day at a time you said to me,

Tomorrow is promised to nobody,

That I should lay down these meaningless quests

To cheat age, embrace the inevitable,

Tap to inner wells and replenish those around me,

With kindness and care,

Before this hurricane of self indulgence,

Spins me lower and lower to a level,

Where we are but slaves to the mirror

There is a slight tremor in your speech,

That sounds a lot like music,

With words to guide and counsel,

Teach me these that you know,

And I will listen,

Before this hurricane of arrogance,

Push me into a river of knowledge,

That  drenches me in all that is superficial

And strips me of the essence of me

Your mirror like gaze reflects the inner peace

That comes with acceptance of our human Lot,

Teach me these secrets,

Of contentment and gratitude

Before this hurricane of ingratitude,

Leaves me a gofer always chasing after the wind

 2010© Ivory Confessions

Pearly Thoughts

Phantom success, 
In the eyes of the masses, 

Thomases, of little faith,

Yet this lone heart with inner sight, 
Speaks of mysteries of yonder, 
Captures mirages, 
With magic scepter and creates an oasis, 
A believing heart, 
Has laughed with Princes, 
Dined with the elite, 
In a time yet to come 
Silvery lining skies have been, 
Its teacher and treasure, 
And wisdom it has gained immensely, 
For the lone heart, 
Sees to it, that it bubbles from its Brook, 
Pearly thoughts, refined by time and faith… 
Faith in greatness not of its own, 
Divine strength… 



 2010© Ivory Confessions

PERFECT SIGHT

My hazel eyes see you in a park
holding my hand
and smiling at my clumsy,
enjoying the green and calm
telling me this and nice

They see peace,
a warm orange fireplace,
three bambinos, an Indian plant
and Wuthering Heights on the reading table.

My brown blue ring eyes see you
and they know that love won't let me roam an extra mile.

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KAMPALA

"Too good to be true"
is a human maxim.
But "Kampala"
is divine expression.
God bless his mother,
she raised a man.

[Specifically crafted by Ivory Punk for Ivory Cherub...he!he! Don't dare delete this.]

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STEP

I desire manly boots for my girlie feet
Brown boots,
with the grip a hockey-baller needs
Made out of billy-goat hide,
with barbed wire for laces,
soft as daffodil petals inside,
with an extra inch just in case my girlie feet puff with heat

Brown manly boots,
that can stand the rain,
carry the sun, dance with the wind
and walk on water.

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