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Oct 2018 · 337
Half chances.
Mugerwa Muzamil Oct 2018
You're the fluid, I'm the mould
I give you shape, and you make me brim
I'm here to let you know
How much I bear the burden of a heartache
When you drift away

I have told you what I feel
Even when those eyes of yours laugh
waiting for telltale signs
or am I starting to see patterns
in what seems to be randomness
of our existence
Should I believe in coincidences
or the metaphors of time

Your deep brown eyes
a guiding discovery to our future
If I could recite a mantra
so powerful that it could rhyme
With the unsaid sophistication
of your wondrous stare
and lament to the myths
of our time
That nothing was made of us
away from us.
Oct 2018 · 959
The finest of creation.
Mugerwa Muzamil Oct 2018
You had no shadow
because you're a light

The clouds followed you with shade
because you're a mercy

Your sins before and after
were forgiven
because you belong to paradise

Angel Gabriel got lost in your light
because you're the finest of creations

You had the ring of the prophets
because you're chosen

Your message is for the whole world
because you are the last of  the prophets.
Apr 2018 · 2.5k
Mugerwa Muzamil Apr 2018
I was a better love poet
When we were dating
The anxiety to be exactly
what you're looking for
stimulated all my hibernating
Now a good lover
But a skeptical writer

Anticipation would stir
my imagination
Now blank with a pen
To every word chain
To every verse
To every unfolding stanza
There was magic and rhythm
This translated into intimacy

But I have got a plan
I'm going to take my mind
on excursion
Do bungee jumping
so I seize an out of body moment
I'm taking on a travelling job
To miss you so much
so often
For all that love
For all the nostalgia
To burst into a word montage
Mar 2018 · 291
Mugerwa Muzamil Mar 2018
you bring on
Your shaky light
to estranged lovers
You bestow
on those, near sighted
the feel of the stars

You twinkle
the harmony
in the sky
You know
you can't compare
with the stars
but still give
all you have

That's you my lover
Your flame lights
my world
I blow my lips
I can't give
what belongs
to someone else
I am a night pantomime
Only trying to please

It was a stage
We had no Audience
The stage curtains
have been unfolded
I devoured
your improvisation
The crescendo
humming chords
The tale tell soliloquy

I can't deny
It was worth it
And  waits
a day
of no expectations
to manifest.
Mar 2018 · 2.3k
A universe with in us
Mugerwa Muzamil Mar 2018
Soul, are you a dye of no colour
or you're like a drop of water
held together by surface tension
Are you infused in all flesh

Soul, when I cut my skin
I'm blind to you
Are you veiled from us like Angels
Does the body take on your shape
or you take on the shape of the body

Soul, are you energy
that you can't be lost

Are you made of photons or atoms
Are you connected to God
Radiate from flesh to the cosmos
Do you rest, when I sleep
or you wander in the universe

Can you wear flesh
Like we wear clothes
Do you feel without the body
Are you immortal by nature
or by God's leave

When an entity, do you feed
or you're like sun of infinite vitality
Are you reason and doubt
It is said only God knows the secrets of the soul.
Mar 2018 · 1.4k
A kind of beauty
Mugerwa Muzamil Mar 2018
All along my unconscious
has been consumed by your
beauty which is below
the threshold of my wakefulness

Yet I crave it

You're not of classical beauty
but such a timeless white Lily
whose pureness grasps the mind
And remind me that I'm alive

For its adoration, essence is not
in form but in the method
Your quirkiness captures
my infinite imagination

You keenly read the mapping
of my unrestrained tears
Your pureness lies in innocence
Mine in experience

A kind of beauty
Feb 2018 · 537
philosophy of dolls
Mugerwa Muzamil Feb 2018
In this dark night
I still feel I possess my shadow
I feel it linger fiercely
Palpating my ego
Walking tall on walls
Like shadows of wavy flames
Of a heated bonfire
The night superimposes its darkness over my shadow
Waiting to prowl in the dawn
Beneath the blossoming sunrise
Sharp beams of light spread
In this heat wave I can still feel
The coldness of my tender breath
Pry the  demons who want to undo
my philosophy
Smother my dreams to fading mist
Demons latent in a soulless shadow
I can still unleash my fettered self
Because no light no shadow.
Feb 2018 · 1.2k
Wave of sleep
Mugerwa Muzamil Feb 2018
Moon dangles for ages
Stare as men rage
The sun sunning
Unreachable gold shinning

Our hearts shaking with blood
To pump life in our deeds
Wither not till you're mine
Shun the paths of villain

A love clot in my eyes
So sad your byes
Death stealth as a wave of sleep
Abandoned souls do weep

Dearth of pulse we delve
In this earth we know but leave
The sighing of the last breath
So you try to stop the wrath

Wail for certainty sons
Write your names on the sun
As you swear to change ways
For which you stirred in days.
Dedicated to those who lost a loved one through violence.
Feb 2018 · 142
I'm not as yesterday
Mugerwa Muzamil Feb 2018
My heart, your pendulous dart board
And you're aiming for the bullseye
Scarred by peripheral attempts
My heart has evolved
Stronger and braver than ever

The churning blood in its chambers
Has made its dark caves cope
Races against time in its tender throbs
And no more
I'm not as yesterday.
Feb 2018 · 4.2k
A white collar trade
Mugerwa Muzamil Feb 2018
How it felt about when she smiled
Her roses were red wine
Teeth were an iceberg in a cold sea
I didn't know she knew me more than by name
I walked head up to her in a confident laze
She always willed to lay a hand in a steamy time

Whenever she called me by my pet name
I would light up a grin
How I couldn't help her spell
How much I belied of having a way out
The more she drew close, the more I sank in
How she made seduction a white collar trade
The lavish eyes, the lazy talk, the pure feminine mien

She pat on my shoulder and turned to catch a glance
Asked what made her hands a soft pleasure
Whispered that she was schooled in pottery and making dough
I couldn't stop but ask about the flawless curves
She pushed out her lips and said  I used to spin a ring at nine

I asked her out for a movie
She said tragedies make her cry
One day I went to look down through my office windowpane
My sight met hers taking down a secret gang
With a fierce nine millimeter gun
I was left speechless in awe

We needed to rethink our revolution
On her mission in Damascus a plane crashed
I still cried a pail.
This was inspired by a mysterious beautiful lady who used to help me out at work whenever I was clueless
Feb 2018 · 1.3k
A spatter on the surface
Mugerwa Muzamil Feb 2018
In this breathing gallery
Art is vivid for science to be
For science to be executed
Art is a spatter of feelings
In wows and wonder

Chemistry goes on and on
In vigorous interactions
of substance, of souls, of colors
Art surfaces as chemistry deepens
Then there comes the Art collector
Fledging up the souls.

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