issai-mashingo
I started this writing career officially in 2003 and at first I just did not know that it was poetry that I was gifted with in writing. therefore I just thought that they were thoughts put to paper and I called them writings I call the to this day. but later I continued and one day I met this awesome girl Susan who opened my eyes that you are a poet. this girl became a good friend and helped me to write and among my first poems I wrote one for her titled BEAUTY because she was beautiful within and without. and I have been writing ever since then till now.
Words apart words depart words describe this or that,
Words prescribed thoughts inscribed in my nurture,
Words sublime words of charm giving I alas a start,
A step towards knowledge a leap of faith,
Fulfilling the gap between time and space,
Words destruct words destroy I employ,
Words of mistrust words of ill fate,
Words that have broken my heart of late,
Sounds my heart finds hard to contemplate,
Musical notes that don’t make up a song,
Words swallowed in the midst of a hearing,
Justice without judgment jury without the accused,
Words apart words depart words describe this or that.
© ISSAI
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
Who are we to question Gods will Job desires to know,
Who are we to question Gods desire I ask,
For he created the heavens and the earth,
What he desires comes to be without effort,
What is his will is done without doubt,
Why then do we bother to ask any questions?
Do we not know how great he is and how mighty,
He is the maker of the clouds and the heavens and beyond,
He is not the one we perceive with our humanly thoughts,
He is beyond what our eyes see beyond what our thoughts can fathom,
He comes and goes as he pleases our pain and suffering he eases,
Filled with a profound love for us is he, who created us,
But who are we to question his will the God of Israel,
For him neither favors nor rebukes anyone but he is just,
He judges us according to our deeds and our hearts,
When we sin from our lives he departs,
That’s when darkness and all sorts of trouble start,
Who are we to question the task before us?
Our place is to do as we are told the truth of his word our guide,
When we suffer our faith in him is restored for we become helpless,
Like a child who looks upon his father for protection,
We call on him and he answers and sometimes he hides his face,
Only to see if we will put our trust in others than in him,
Only to test our hearts and see what we desire most,
Who are we to question Gods will who are we to dare ask,
© ISSAI
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
I met you the other day I meant for you to stay,
Many words for you I had to say in many words Id pray,
Pray that you would know the way Jesus loved you my friend,
My brother gone in a second lost in a weekend,
Drunk and dazed you came to me,
Friends was a shame that this is the way it had to end,
Was I the one to blame for the loss I suffered?
Forget I could not to speak and mention your name,
Humbled and hustled by the world’s ways you were,
Stories I could hear near and from a far,
That this was the way you were gangster by face,
But looks are deceiving out of the land of the living,
Gone like the swift winds that blow in the evening,
When we last met we spoke so many things,
Living the old way of life the life of sin was amongst the things we spoke,
To bring you unto Gods kingdom was the thing I hoped for,
But before I could do it you went away refused to stay,
What am I to say what am I going to do?
For you I pray your family in dismay and disbelief,
Goodbye you never said goodbye you never stayed,
Betrayed and killed by a friend,
Indeed this world is certainly coming to an end,
© ISSAI
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
Vanity and chasing the wind Suleiman says/
Indeed it is all a cause of no value to mankind/
Sometimes I say to myself be this or that worth anything?
If I cannot know the outcome of all my toil is it worth it?
Inspired by accomplishments made by the great names/
Dust they were dust they have returned to, a shame/
Meaningless their lives meaningless their fame/
A chasing of the wind indeed just a chasing/
Like dust blown into the skies our souls rise/
Like a stone thrown in Newtonian age our bodies fall/
Tasteless is all that was sweet senseless is all that made sense/
For what is common sense it is a repetition of the ordinary/
Accustomed to repetition and circular movement is our world/
Roundabouts everywhere that lead to the same destination/
New is nothing old is everything that is new/
Those who know now knew then and won’t know again/
A chasing of the wind a curse of mankind/
Hurry for the time doesn’t wait for the faint hearts/
Running before we learn to walk that’s what we wanted/
But we were chased and caught for the sign read WANTED/
Wanted did we to know the unknown hidden with good reason/
It was the time the season for ripening of the fruit/
It was the reason we gave up our God given gift/
Our curiosity and pride overcame our sight/
On the day we lost our divine right/
And the day was bright suddenly lost its light/
A chasing of the wind in darkness blind was the start/
Vanity and chasing the wind Suleiman says/
Vanity it is to this day it stays/
Meaningless indeed meaningless it stays/
© ISSAI
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Saturday it was the day he said hot ***
Though it seemed away and not within reach or thought/
Hot *** was what was brought forth/
Tightened up enough to keep things hot and buzzing/
Saturday it was a day before we got tied up/
Before there was no turning back to the old ways/
Looking here and there back in those days/
Time was moving fast at times not moving at all/
Patience wore out fast perseverance would not last/
Saturday it was the day he said hot ***
Cars trumpets drums and what not/
Ensured that on Sunday he would be prepared/
Ready to face the relation that few choose to dare/
Even when they do they seldom last a year/
Today as the world leaves in fear/
Fear of commitment to the ones we love/
The we would give everything for/
The ones we knew and know now the ones we adore/
The friends we need not call in times of want/
For they know what we are they are engraved in our hearts/
The ones we would say I do in front of a crowd/
Those of whom we are proud of from the start/
Saturday the day when he said hot ***
It was hot the food was hot she was hot/
Saturday the day when he said hot ***
© ISSAI
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
I had to give it all I had to leave it all/
Leave it all before I fall/
The things I loved and cherished were stole/
I had to leave it all as the story unfolds/
Created for a purpose a goal so I thought/
Mistakes mistook it was not my fault/
A lesson in living a lesson was taught/
Leave it all was the message/
Take the straight and narrow path/
For no human can escape the creators wrath/
Witnessed it was so in the days of past/
Witnessed it will be in the days now last/
Leave it all was there anything to gain/
Run to me and I shall ease your pain/
Follow me and I will carry your burden/
Trust me and your night will be daylight in a sudden/
For I have the power to give to the barren/
In the right hour I rose from the abyss of death/
Leave it all come to me and I will give life’s true breath,
For I am the one who created the heavens and earth/
Leave it all and I shall give you rest/
Leave it all for I am here to quench your thirst/
Leave it all was the message leave it all was what I did/
© ISSAI
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
When brothers go to war there are no captives/
When brothers go to war we find only casualties/
The in explicable war between Palestine and Israel,/
In this poem i hope that peace would prevail/
Countries at the crossroads of heaven and hell/
Their war has lasted for ages/
Pain and revenge bitterness and hate/
When brothers go to war who dares to mediate/
Who knows of their fate who knows whose right/
Its bee like this for so many years/
Who will be there to wipe their tears/
Who will be there to give hope to those in fear/
Who will dare to go and interfere/
When brothers go to war know that the end is near/
Hold on and sanctify your soul in prayer/
When brothers go to war who is the villain who is the saint/
The war of Israel and Palestine stained in red paint/
A revelation to the faint hearted/
A lesson to the boastful and egocentric/
Innocent lives lost when brothers go to war/
A gentle answer turns away wrath/
But a harsh word stirs up anger/
A hot tempered man stirs up dissension/
But a patient man calms a quarrel/
When brothers go to war who dares mediate
(c) ISSAI
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Before it’s too late before the world becomes extinct,
Before our elephants lions rhinos and animals are gone,
Before the wild land is left alone,
Are we going to fight on their behalf?
Are we going to stand watch and laugh?
Poachers take all that we have,
In our silence all that we have we give,
Money could be blamed for all these events,
Poverty could be the claim in their defense,
But if we are willing we are able to make a difference,
Before it is too late before the world becomes extinct,
The government of Tanzania has taken a stand,
To protect our heritage our motherland,
It is our time as the loyal citizens to join in and send,
Send a message to the Africa and the worlds ends,
That we should stop to pretend that we don’t see the end,
Before it’s too late before the world becomes extinct,
© ISSAI
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
Back into my mother’s womb back into the unknown world of the uncreated,
Back into my childhood land back to Eden where I was manifested,
How I wish to be a child again a world where only the innocence dwells,
Back into the times when I be filled with joy and happiness,
A child concerned about playing with my friends,
A child dedicated to hide and seek it was so much fun,
My first spoken words my first step into the world,
A taste of my mother’s milk to touch but I could not reach,
A face that is out of space to distinguish I could not race,
Familiar and weird places funny strange embraces,
How I would love to be a child again,
The land where only innocence dwells,
My first walk out of being incapacitated,
My first wake from the land of the dead,
My first bite of a thing called butter and bread,
My first time I am no longer spoon fed,
A bicycle ride into the land of misery and suffering,
Little did I know chaos was on the horizon waiting?
How I wish to be a child again,
My first encounter with the burning sun and the pouring rain,
My first fight with malaria and the injections that brought me pain,
My first initiation from childhood to manhood,
The hustle and tussle with earning my daily bread,
A sigh of defeat when I lie in my bed,
Ooh how I wish I had never have to say,
A child again to my God I pray to this day,
The land where only innocence dwells,
A land where guilt and regret do not dare stay,
A place where there is neither night nor day,
A home where you only stay and don’t go away,
A child again my Lord that’s all I am saying,
Back into my mother’s womb back into the unknown world,
© ISSAI MASHINGO
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
Scared of my thoughts scared of my plots,
Out of my mind fear I had been lost,
My consciousness tells me am about to die,
My mind argues telling me it’s a lie,
Suspicious of those who pass by suspicious of those nearby,
Sleep is the cousin of death so I chose insomnia,
Superstitious over every little detail and every little Intel,
My mind was the FBI and my consciousness the navy seals,
To investigate and deliberate it had the greatest skill,
In no other bureau did my trust instill,
Walking past people I could see their inner thoughts,
I could hear their soul’s intrinsic doubts,
It was a gift I had suddenly acquired,
Little did I know I was on the edge of insanity?
What I was seeing was away from reality,
What I was hearing was my thoughts conformity,
Conformity to my apparent reality which is insanity,
I had gone past the land of the insane on to madness,
I was on the brink of madness,
I never knew what was best insanity or madness,
Even now I don’t trust my thoughts because they have once driven me insane,
Not only that but twice driven me mad,
To many it might seem sad to experience all these things,
But to me am thankful because I no longer a stranger to these things,
In these lands I have visited I know my way out,
My salvation and rescuer has and will always be JESUS,
For in him I have found that neither insanity nor madness,
In him I have found sanity and peace of mind………
BY ISSAI
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC