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Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I'd see you in the last rays of dawn
tightly clutching curtains that ain't your own
in the wildflowers of seeds carelessly thrown
and untended to yet successfully in bloom,tenderly grown
I'd feel you in the hearts of the brave
in the uncertainty of the beautiful future I crave
and I guess you are the red pigment on soils in my waiting grave
for I'd even catch your stench in perfumed armpits after a shave
I'd see you hide within crevices on broken pieces
in the sighs held betwixt lovers kisses
the beautiful scores and near misses
the painful boils, greeting teeth and the winces
I'd see you everywhere, in the whole and them shattered beyond repair
in dreams and nightmare,in the rattling despair
flying in the jovial wind and floating on melancholic air
glued to the nervy moments sensing a stalker's stare
I'd catch a glimpse of you in the falling leaves
detect you in the ear that eves and heart that grieves
interred in all from toe bones to the heaving ribs
above a vengeful heartbeat and one which forgives
I'd be with you when the sun loses her place in twilight
you were in the picturesque patterns of starlight
in the ambiant flooding moonlight at midnight
in the game of my life, you were the highlight
you were something on the brain, a lull for my pain
the cleansing for every stain, the beauty of a sand grain
the inspirational cry midst deafening thunderbolts in storming rain
a hesitation, a refrain that uncabled me off the bandwagoned train
I'd feel you flow in my blood and let you on without question
my ascertion remains you were a cherished obsession
for I felt you in each cardiovascular expansion and contraction
a concoction of high addiction, a necessity for every occasion
May 2016 · 314
Loving You
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I love loving you...
it has never
felt wrong.
May 2016 · 1.7k
Drive
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Luck's not when the *****
too start to lay and hens to crow
No,that's a miracle...
Luck's when all the eggs laid by the hens you adequately fed
hatch after incubation...
Take charge of your drive...
focus on the wheels...
Luck's a hitcher you give lifts
on your way to success
she tends to walk with miracle..!
May 2016 · 380
SAD
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
SAD
You still bear the guilt
but expect me to be past
the ache of your loss
May 2016 · 1.1k
A King & His Throne
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
When I think about forever, only your
humble face shows up for my heart claims it can endure your smile
forever... that simple stretch that's
in between the make of closed bright
petals and a completely stretched
blossom but again I'd appreciate even an hour with you, because a single
moment with you is worth a lifetime
without you albeit the moment wouldn't be enough... but what's
enough about loving you? I can never
get enough of you...even forever
would never be enough...I'd crave
more and more of you the more I'd
take... I'd feel more thirty the more I
drink...
I only wish for an eternity
because it's the inadequate anyone
with such passion would prefer...One
that can give
me room to explore all
corners
of the volatile untapped
passion that's almost fermenting to
solid.
I love you, I do... I don't need a
lifetime
to prove it, we just deserve a
lifetime
with each other like any other
two normal lovers do albeit we don't lie within that limitation... I would ask God for infinity but then would my romantic waves still hold their strength in a
million years? Would I still love you
this much?
It doesn't matter, I don't
have infinity in my sample space,
forever's unlikely too...I'll thus make
the best of every now to cherish you, to appreciate you, to keep you cool in the
air of romance and to protect you like
the protection a tortoise gets from her shell...
and do the much I can to lend some heaven to the earthly hell
Just run to my arms for they will always be open,
this is home for you at all times and
the doors
of home are never closed to
family...
that's what you are, the leaf
that's been missing on my family tree,
the much welcome member of the
canopy. I love you more than a king
loves his throne, I even love you more
than an autocrat loves commanding. I
love you
for the lack of a better phrase
to mean I do.
I love you.
May 2016 · 686
Ramifications
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I'm not sure there's love or trust in this place any more yet I can't leave
which kind of man would I be to disappear as others grieve
I'm driven by the will to make this place what it was
to stick by my people in time of piece and time of wars
I'm not sure who my friends are anymore
this place is a jungle and everyone's become a wild animal
there's no harmony when some are predators others prey
no more sunshine for the mellow skies are grey
with very thick and expectant clouds of despair and pain
in hearts hopelessly awaiting for the stormy rain
wanted to walk away from these disappointments and hurt
from the start but in this dismal place lies my heart
May 2016 · 993
I'm
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I'm
not talented enough
to draw conclusions
such Art isn't
my prowess
May 2016 · 4.6k
I Wish I Could Be More
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I wish I could be enough for you,
I wish I could be your other half
I wish I could please you beyond
the measure of just friends
I wish I could be on your mind
like my sad image in your eye
and the succulent apple of your eye
I wish I could be close to
your soul as I'm usually close to you
I wish I could touch your heart
like I touch your hand
I wish you could also tremble
in my unnoticed presence
I wish the thought of me
could make you sick in my absence
I wish I was as handsome
as he is, with the cash he has
I wish I could also show up
driving myself in the posh cars
I wish I wasn't a tattered
fabric with patches of scars
I wish I amazed you like a
clear night sky filled with stars
I really wish so much,
I wish you could read my mind
and see the million words left
buried, the emotions left behind
I wish I could be the first and last
thought as you sleep and wake
I wish the little I have to give was
the much you crave to take
I wish you could believe when
I say these feelings started at hello
that I die subduing my passion
threatening to overflow
as soon as I set eyes on your
beautiful breathtaking face
you would laugh at how
nervous my heart loses pace
I wish I had the qualities
you are looking out for
a height, light skinned, courageous,
and quite physically fit
but I lack such a physic, those
qualities are embedded
within the core of my invisible
self, a person you can't see
I wish you knew that your presence
throws me in an ecstasy
I wish you knew that I have
burning flames of desire
fueled by my highly flammable
affection which you inspire
I wish you could consider someone
like me,maybe I would reveal
but even if I do you can never
give me an opportunity
I'd make a double loss, swallowing
my pride, that bitter pill
you can't bear someone like me...
you never will
yet I still find myself wishing
you could for real
albeit I too would never
waste your valuable time
dragging you through this
hell of my boring life
I wish I was something more
than a lover of rhyme
maybe then I'd stand a chance
of calling you "Wife"
I wish things were different,
I wish you could know
how much I wish I could be
someone deserving of you
I do, I wish I could be more
May 2016 · 346
Impossible
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I've never forgotten
no one ever does, some
are just better pretenders
than the rest of us otherwise
underneath the fading scars
lies fresh wounds like it was
just yesterday when you
hurt me, I doubt this
pain will ever fade for
even the sweet memories
are still fruit fresh yet
so sour to remember
May 2016 · 1.6k
Change
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Is coming that I know
but I wonder, is she aboard
a Tortoise or a Snail?
Otherwise why
would
she make us wait for
three decades, doesn't she
know life is too short,
and some of us don't
have much time left...?
May 2016 · 1.2k
Where Shall We Go?
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Isn't home a place you run to when the world betrays you
isn't home the peace you seek when your heart's at war
isn't home the sanctuary that hides you from the hurricane
isn't home the road you take when there's nowhere left to go
where you finally sit to dust your tired feet
wash off the sticky perspiration and get some relief
isn't home a church, mosque or temple where
you run to when you need to refill the gas of your faith?
Isn't home the light in the darkness, the answer to questions
isn't home the pillar of freedom which when crumbled wrecks our life?
isn't home the beautiful moments curved in stone of memories
like sculptures for a tired mind to remind itself years later
Don't they say east or west, north or south there's nothing better
than the comfort that awaits in the passionate family embrace at home?
Isn't home the pat you need on your shoulder to be strong?
But what happens when the pillars crumbled
when there are no warm arms left for you to return to
no beautiful smiles to welcome you after a long tiring day
of doing nothing, for there is no resting from doing nothing?
what happens when home is a battlefield to be
when Jet fighters buzz like flies and military roam like cockroaches
in an abandoned latrine with piles of **** that gave up its smell
what happens when home is a playground for ugly politics
  that reeks like poorly preserved rotting Nile perch
or Mukene, what happens when home is lost to shameless aliens
when all who live are too afraid to appreciate your milestones
what happens when the landmarks that guided your way home
are all eroded by the flashfloods of deception
and the moments that mattered are buried by the landslides
of looming political turmoil and the wails of those crippled by the regime?
when the earthquakes of greed have buried family under the rubble
when those who can come to the rescue are ruffed up like insurgents?
what happens when the centrepiece that once held home together is shaky
when things are surely bound to fall so far apart?
shall we all run and leave behind the huts we've built
and if we do so shall we ever live a life free of the burden of guilt?
shall we say  goodbye to all this beauty and turn tail
like little rodents frightened of the storms and hail
or shall we stay and defend our home like our forefathers did
like the lions defend their Den with anger and greed
and bleed rivers of blood because our land isn't for sale...
shall we? Shall we fend off these outlanders back to the bush
back to dictating over the cattle or are we still content and
enduring the inhuman lashes leaving bruises on our tattered history
are we going to demand for the reforms we're entitled to
or shall we keep living like the paupers we have been reduced to?
where shall we go when the leopard starts making for us
after the ravenous old beast has eaten all our livestock?
There's no more home in this place, the savages have their machetes
right at our necks,
simply because we're all so afraid of bleeding
forgetting some of our ancestors bled for the home we've lost
and that if we're all afraid of blood, none will be a butcher
if none is a butcher none will eat meat like they say...
who will fight for our home, who will dare face this beast?
Where will we turn to if we can't find warmth home?
Who will welcome us when we have nothing to go home to?
Who will listen to our cowardly story if we never try
who will understand after the pearl's cracked and lost her value
Who will even be kind enough to hear our cry?
Where will we go when our home is too ruined to recover?
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I'm so lucky to be from the pearl of Africa
where democracy is just but a name
where independence was given but with chains
where a thousand busk in the millions' pains
I'm so lucky to be from a country where reigns total freedom of speech
as long as you're not a member of the opposition
a country where freedom of speech only lasts until the speech is made
if only you could ask the hundreds incarcerated,most are dead
for what? for not not realising the freedom doesn't count after speech
I'm lucky to be from a country that gives no **** about human rights
especially these meaningless developments
like right to internet, what a sweet place to live
no Whatsapp, no Facebook nor twitter and why?
Tomorrow is the swearing in of our new old President...
not that age is important, after all it's just a number
tomorrow we usher in a very comprehensive government
one which has managed to stretch its tentacles across three decades
tomorrow we will see fat bellied millionaires
on screens of those who can afford televisions
congratulate our president who's filled with enthusiasm
to rule a poor mass who voted for their corruption free bellies
and thus social media could be used to bomb our young innocent leader
black mambas beautify our streets while jet fighters ornamentally
buzz across the blue skies, as if Osama has resurrected in Kampala
to the visitors, we are not at war...those are salutes to our most cherished one
the visionary, the most trusted, the compassionate
the one who wouldn't hurt a fly or swat a mosquito
we can't take any chances, just tune your channels tomorrow
for first hand glimpse of the merry and youthful dances
social media is a destruction yet our president deserves all ears
in the sky, on the streets from the hopeless unemployed
tomorrow we speak not of change but change without change
tomorrow we usher in steady progress for another five years
tomorrow we start to smile and wipe the tears
for tomorrow we acknowledge the old man is here to stay
I hear even the Zimbabwean tortoise is in the country
ready to congratulate his associate...these boys fought for their countries
they freed us from crucibles into their heavenly hades...
we should appreciate they have sacrificed too much...
tomorrow is public holiday, forward to conservative past we match
back from the beautiful future we don't deserve
tomorrow like helpless dogs we bow to our master's collar
tomorrow we bury our hopes for change and feed on this yellow muck
the swamp of greed, we can't risk defiance, we're stuck
we're like the long horned cattle of the west
for tomorrow the fat ticks start to **** and ****
but I wonder, for how long, for how long will we just talk?
when will we do more than just silently sob?
I bleed for my country or a country I once thought was mine
I bleed the taxes, the ruthless beatings, the tear gas
I bleed like a slave being whipped by these fatigued caravans
I bleed despair and melancholy and wander
like a headless chicken,for how long though? I wonder!
I bleed for God and my Country
for Uganda, I bleed...
I've cried reading this after writing...
it hurts loving my country...
May 2016 · 659
Go For Gold
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
If you are bound to quit,
you shouldn't have started
for much as reaching here
is a milestone,
the
medal
lies
across
the
finishing
line...
May 2016 · 321
Are
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Are
there other words I can use
those you can believe
rather than persisting on
saying "I love you"
Is there a phrase
they have never used
to hurt you instead
and rob your
beautiful
innocence
and faith?
May 2016 · 630
Donna
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I know you are fine
but I really need some proof
from your haikus
Hope she's as fine
as I imagine she is
it hurts missing her
May 2016 · 2.3k
KAMPALA
May 2016 · 734
Freak
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I really lack what to write
guess something isn't right
yet I hate it when I can't
more I can't,the more I want
I'm scratching my congested mind
where there's nothing concrete to find
I don't mind trying and trying
albeit frustrated I feel like crying

thus wondering when I became a freak
whom inadequate verbal emotion makes weak
for if there was a tree with leaves of creativity
I would own a forest with a thick canopy*
poetry fills the gaps that vacuum my heart
a tin where I keep sealed my dirt and hurt
May 2016 · 795
I'm
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I'm
invisible to many...
I seldom stand out
and I only stand tall
when I
speak,
for my
voice
is
my
feet...
May 2016 · 489
The Boulevard
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
They'll tell you to listen to your heart like you have another option...
they'll insist on saying the answer dwells there
even when it's clear your heart is an empty place
with nothing but cracks bearing monstrous crevices
which leak away whatever little sense that finds its way there.
They'll implore you to stretch and strain the
stiff neck of your faith to the chest of the unfathomable,
and listen to the silent pulse of a fate far beyond the touch
of your feeble faith,something even a flexible python of hope can't do,
a thing even the Ostrich of optimism finds searing hurt doing.
They'll implore because they can't understand the depth
of the **** you've been through or smell its odourless pungent stink...
Because they lack the bravery to face your phantom,
to courageously plough through the pitch of the life you've endured,
because they lack the foresight to envision or
the mind's eye to see the invisible distance you have left to chew,
because they can't swallow even one spoonful of the bitter
mound of history you carry along on your journey to an uncertainty
you are not sure you'll reach... an illusive destination.
They'll tell you to listen to your heart because they lack
the ears of empathy to hear the deafening silence of the bangs of your doldrums...
neither do they have the wings to soar through the violent
winds of your despair or feet it takes to walk in your shoes...
they will speak with an orator's eloquence,stuttering
foolish words of wisdom because they are blank of how deep shards
of a broken heart can cut...they will implore you to be a man,
because they know a lot of nothing about being a man
one of which is men don't cry... they haven't been in presence
of the silent sobs of masculinity whose tears are buried
with dead hearts in the tombs of hypocrisy.
You'll hear very many voices for each splinter will speak for itself
but insistently and persistently they'll push you to the edge
of the cliff of your disarray ignorant of the star filled sky billion choices
twinkling on each glistening piece of the mirror like shards of your heart...
This they'll do because that's just what humans have been
channelled off course the river of true humanity to do...
tell you they've got your back so you can confidently
expose yourself to the deepest stub...boost your morales
so that you can stupidly climb to dizzying heights,
tell you they'll catch you only to film you jump to your hardest fall...
they'll promise to help you cleanse your dead just to see
whether you'll frown at their stench,and to curse
and mock in case you spit... they'll tell you that the path out of
your labyrinth is mapped across your heart simply to enjoy
seeing you wonder rudderless in the Sea of discombobulation...
Humans, they'll offer to circumcise you freely just to laugh at you
when you wince at the cruel touch of the blunt knife of their shameless daring...
they'll give you pills so they can mock at the difficulty
their bitterness brings at ingestion...
they'll tell you to listen to your heart like you didn't hear
your own jumbled heartbeat before you opted for their ugly opinions...
they'll say it, enjoying the moment and beautifully...
"your Heart knows it all" like you have another option besides your hurt.
and you will follow not because they said
but because you have no other boulevard to take
May 2016 · 584
Light Of Youth
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I once wished I had died before I was born
before tasting the coldness in this world
before the waves that left me tattered and torn
in this place that's never found me the warmth of home
...
nothing would make me want this life till bald
the fun came out of moments being short lived
the laughter happened only after I'd grieved
the kisses sweet and heartfelt for I knew they'd end
because of adversaries I would keep a friend
journeying outta craving the view beyond the bend
passion sent letters and mails but my responses would pend
to me those who wished for an eternity were mean
trust me you'd think like me if you'd see where I've been
yet I find myself wishing this split nano second could be a century
wishing you could last a millennium in the sanctuary
of my arms like I expect you to last in my head
I expect you to live on in my rotting brains after I'm dead
and such thought, such emotions remind me instead
of this old man I once met who while comforting me said

Give her time my son, she will call
that's who destiny is, you'll recall
when the time is nigh, you'll fall
show not the white flag, give it all


eternity was a nightmare,what's to many a cherished dream
if in two decades the cup of my life was tearful to the brim
a drowning man to the straws, no cons to the pros
faith and hope took no front rows, my splinters gave up their roles
for no shard agreed with the other, they argued rather
weaker than every brother, and the more I thought the more the bother
it was either or another, accepted being too splattered to gather
I hurt inside, too confused to decide yet too exposed to hide
the feelings that ground and bit,if I could pretend I could have lied
I showed a white flag, to packets from a single ***
drunk at all times I knew I'd die an emaciated ****
too lonely addicted to a drug, uncomforted with none to hug
then you happened like a hurricane, the wrecked me stole
I can't start to fathom after that what I became, I feel I'm whole
you touch my soul, on my mind from Monday to Sunday
from the January to December thus I remember

Give her time my son, she will call
that's who destiny is, you'll recall
when the time is nigh, you'll fall
show not the white flag, give it all


call when you ain't listening, you'll find when you ain't searching
armless yet so touching,blindly she'll be watching
the old man kept saying, keep praying but though you give up
she'll touch your aching soul unto your heart she'll do a revamp
too young to tell some things we only tell when we're grown  
how I wish I'd known, waste not your youth as I did my own
what's done is done, the past is a place I can't return
a freaking book I can't rewrite,an amazing race I can't rerun
go on, live to remember not to regret son
don't wait for the darkness of old, for the cold to appreciate the sun
the light of youth is momentary and shall outlive your poetry
so

*Give her time my son, she will call
that's who destiny is, you'll recall
when the time is nigh, you'll fall
show not the white flag, give it all
May 2016 · 440
Do
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Do
Your part,
ask,pray and let the gods
do theirs
May 2016 · 407
There's
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
nothing beautiful in
starting small
the beauty is in
remembering
how
small
you
started.
May 2016 · 452
One Thing Remains
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
We're all
clowns from the same book
Broths from the same cook
different views of the same look
each of us a radioactive nuc


We're all
idiots from the same play
pottery from the same clay
eggs the world's the tray
same sun we're the rays


We're all
puppies from the same *****
enchantment from the same witch
poor or rich,there or yet to reach
we're all sands on the same beach


We're all
roads to the same town
birds of the same dawn
melancholy for the same frown
kings & queens to the same crown


**one thing remains,
through joy & pains
losses or ****** gains
same corn,different grains
May 2016 · 415
An
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
An
Ugly reality
beautiful dreams*
that's
how
******
up
my
Life
is
May 2016 · 481
Happy Everyday Mama
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
other Moms have mother's day
but you have each and everyday
you're always in my heart
in the depth of my mind
every second of every minute
of every year since you had me
I
love
you
always
and
always
it
shall
remain
to hell with mother's day
Mama,I Love you everyday
May 2016 · 2.3k
I'll
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Hack your Heart
and steal the
password
to
your
soul
*For the world
is meaningless
without
you
in
my
life
May 2016 · 936
Sculptures & Cacographs
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
To someone like me, it has always been easy to pen down the pain
than to just dump it in the violently flowing rivers of the past
and forget it ever happened, it's been easy to etch every bit of it on the rocks
everyday and admire each and every melancholic tear it brought
it has been sour sweet painting every ugly scar and every bruise
and admire the blemishes on dirtied canvas than let heal
those grotesque wounds without any memo to remind me
because to me the hurt has but been an adventure on the map of my destiny
I've sailed past hard waves, I've gone through dark oceans
to both poles of the sphere and witnessed how cold this world can be
and I've even juxtaposed the north pole to the south
I've climbed the mountains I thought impossible,
hiked even the steepest of cliffs,sometimes fallen and fractured
I've gone against caution and whence my ribs ruptured
healed and painted the despondent healing process yet gone
ahead to find fresh memory to paint, to write, to etch.
I've not wasted my mistakes, not a single tear has gone for nothing
for some should learn from mistakes of those who lived before them
and if life is too short and uncertain to live to tell
let the marks on the rocks at the pinnacles tell the story,
let the sad painting on the canvas do,the sculptures
let the cacographs make sense to eyes keen enough to squeeze out some sap of wisdom
I've not cried, bruised, battled or stumbled for nothing
it is not for nothing I've lived my life the way I've lived
with no manual or mentor to point out the rough edges
the looming pitfalls and risks of living in the twilight zone on the fringes
it's not by mistake that the ship of life is rudderless to most of us
every bruise, every mistake, every imperfection has its page
just as every century, every decade and every millennium has its age
I often write about the uncertainty I live so that someday
someone will be grateful I spared some time to say
that those who didn't err,who didn't whimper,
who didn't have the luxury of looking struggle in the eye
and walk side by side with her didn't really know the truth about life
because it's from the tears that comes the beautiful smile
after the blunder that lies the precious stones of a mile
after the pain that comes the long awaited gain
for the star filled clear blue skies always show after the stormy rain
I pen my pain time and again, because laughter's easily forgotten
but the pains are like plastics, so close to impossible seeing them rotten
May 2016 · 577
Unfortunately
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
or fortunately
life goes on
your hurdles
are your own
the universe doesn't want to know for
the rat's business is none of cat's concern.
You'll always be the only one who knows
what you're going through...
the world doesn't care... nobody does...
Those who say they do are just
but great talkers...
you were born alone, & no matter how hard you try
to forge company in your lifetime,
alone you shall travel across River Stynx...
nobody gives a ****,get that in your head
stop whimpering about your problems
concentrate on living your miserable life instead
May 2016 · 302
Was
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Was
crazy to believe you
hope you're
  crazy enough
to prove
I was right
to believe
in your
crazy
promises
May 2016 · 393
The
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
The
best poems
I've ever written
are my
conversations
with
you...
You bring
out
the best
in me
May 2016 · 2.2k
Love you
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
As long as you're in my life I'll always be fine
You're the drug I need for my sores to heal
So I can as well get as many sores because I have you
You caution me against getting addicted to you but
I can't help it...you're really such a sweet person...
I have no choice... I enjoy you...you speak to my heart...
your words cover up my wounds and your soft voice steals my pain...
I really don't care about the end because the now is
and will always be a thing I live to remember...
whatever the end sweet or bitter, grotesque or beautiful I'll abide by it
otherwise thank you for this moment, for enduring my desperation and cries...
Thank you for finding and not giving up on me...
I think I should be more grateful for I'm like the trenches,
I might be channelling the waters to the drain
but you are my rain that washes me clean...
I love you more each day that goes by and I'm even afraid,
love might cease to define what I feel for you...towards us...
You've given my dark clouds a silver lining...
you've given my blemished soul a cleansing...
you've given me and my broken heart a chance to start again...
you've given me what I'd given up praying for...
the miracle of a sweet friend I can count on...
sweetness that never fades, sweetness I will always relish
you complete me and even if someday you break my heart
I will always love you... I will love you even after you forget about me
your name will go with me to the grave
for you taught me the meaning of being brave
May 2016 · 445
Born Dead
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
My death happened the moment
I slipped out the cradle...
These heartbreaks, puzzles, downfalls,Wars, struggles,
thirsts,hunger, anger
and
disappointments are just soils
from the hands of fate saying
farewell to a lad who never lived...
desperation
and
despondence
are the
flowers
on my grave
*the only upside being
I will die twice
in my lifetime,
maybe twice
I'll be born.
May 2016 · 396
Nobody Can Love Me
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I'm not capable of attracting love...
It's not lack of self esteem, I'm just too honest to lie
to myself that I'm worth loving... I'm not... no body loves a tattered rag...
None can admire to squeeze pus out of a bruised ego
or tend to wounds of a broken heart, none can understand the hurt
I know how nasty and infested my injuries are and only I will ever know my pain...
I'm splintered beyond  the point anyone can fix
and too wrecked to try sailing the romance waters again...
I might be handsome, outspoken, with a voice every lad wishes he had...
I might be doubly talented in speaking and writing words that can make the aged and
corroded bones of the dead locomote in their tombs
but that beauty can't match the ugliness of my reality...
it's easy to lie to myself that the love of my life and I will soon meet
for my fate is too bitter a truth to admit yet I refuse to spit...
If I was a lass I wouldn't date me for that's how unbearable I am...
Nobody can love me, not destiny, not love, not success, not even me.
May 2016 · 2.7k
Blisters of Her Sacrifice
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I gave her the permission to uproot you whole from my Heart, however painful, however unfair it feels
because I believe I've waited enough...
I've waited until I've reached the end of my patience
where holding on is no longer a valid option...
I love you so much but sometimes true love is just knowing
when to let go,when however firm one grips to the past,
nothing changes and nothing ever will...
I gave her a go ahead to pluck the memories leaf by leaf
from the wonderful hello to the sour goodbye,
it isn't an easy process and I'm only going through it
because dreaming of us together is telling myself a lie...
I once preferred (to living without you) rather to die
and picturing back to those times makes me want to cry
I have to forget you...
I've allowed her to cut the logs of hope right from the root system
so that whatever I feel for you should whither instead of bloom..
I've charged her with nursing my wounds till they are cured
and collecting the smithereens you left behind
I've implored her to bear with me till the raw and tender love
I feel for her has matured,till the memories of you have disappeared
It's really ******* her...it's killing her, it's written on her face
how difficult it is to fill the emptiness in this place
to heal the wounds, to warm the cold and stitch the cuts
she's trying to submerge it but through her smile
I can see the melancholy and how much it actually hurts
that's why I'm sure she's willing to go an extra mile...
she's blistered and really hurting but most of all
she's cutting and cutting and cutting...
because I gave her the duty to complete our parting.
May 2016 · 2.1k
Unforgettable
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
She* & *I
It's still my fault sometimes I forget... it's my fault...
sometimes I love too much...
I love until I'm hated
Anyway I'll always love you


I'll never hate you
Because I love the way you love me


You don't know how that makes me feel...I don't know either but they are the most touching words someone has told me...

**Really? I wish I could also touch you physically
May 2016 · 511
...
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
...
I once had nothing and cried
to God but now that He heard
my cry and pieces are falling
back together
I'm second
guessing
myself, I'm
afraid they
could be just
gathering
just to splinter
farther apart
May 2016 · 1.2k
???
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
???
Would the Mice live long
if we gave Cats enough Milk
or is hunting fun?
May 2016 · 447
Life
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Nobody gives a
dog pies but hard bones
like he eats not meat
May 2016 · 804
My Rudder
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Thank you, thank you for loving me...
for bearing the moments I went past the line...
but mostly, thank you for finding me rudderless in the dark Sea of solitude...
I'm no longer as lost as I used to be...
you're my bearing, the south of the wife I want to return home to,
the north star that sparkles on my mind,the honest East I trust
and the far West carrying the answers to most of my puzzles and questions...
You're the north north East that guides the winds of my heart
and I've started raising the sails again, the masts seem too rotten to survive turbulent Seas
but I'm willing to go against those rough waves and storms
I'm progressively getting rid of my anchors, going far from the shores
for there's more to find in the unchartered waters of your affection,
reason enough to abandon the safety of my harbour and risk again
you're the East-northeast whence cometh the journey birds of completeness
that decorate the vast Ocean of my hitherto desolate soul,
The East-southeast that carries the spate of passion and inspiration
propelling me into this man I have always wanted to be,
the South-southeast to discovering ultimate bliss and peace ,
You're a South-southwest where I found the cure to my bruises
and the West-southwest reflecting the ambient eternity I desire
You're also the West-Northwest of a divine future you and I deserve
You're even the North-Northwest dock where rests
the once wrecked yacht of my bitter past and chaining experience
that you've tirelessly fixed with your endless breathtaking love
you're my bailer and life without you was my tenacious Jailer
you're everything to me without which I'm a totally lost sailor
you speak straight to my heart even if we're a million miles apart
and I doubt anything in this life will ever counter that
for besides being my rudder, you lifted me out of doldrums
you're my ladder,you saved me from the splintering tantrums
May 2016 · 449
Maybe
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Maybe the dawn may someday cease to burn
maybe the moon might one day cease to glow
maybe my ulcer will someday cease to churn
Or bamboo might get too stunted to grow
maybe the stars may end up falling from space
maybe mountains will someday crumble and sink
maybe my footprints might fade and be hard to trace
maybe roses might someday lose their scent and rather stink
maybe donkeys and ***** might stop to bray
and chameleons surrender their camouflage
maybe the nuns and monks will cease to pray
maybe death may hesitate to collect my fuselage
But the love that boils in my heart will forever erupt
cause I'm quite certain even fate is too inspired to interrupt
May 2016 · 606
The Unsung Hero
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I was the joke that was never funny
the roaring lion who was never feared
the natural sweet that was never honey
smooth and straight road never veered
I was the big and deep heart that never healed
the thick deep green leaf that was never real
the combined harvester that never tilled
the Ocean of warm passion but none would feel
I was the happy smile clambered with tendrils of melancholy
the beautiful dawn burning orange never loved
the philosophical twit whose melodies were folly
a big waxed feather to a bird devoured fried and served
the crowded vacuum, everything and nothing
the limpid river violently flowing,I was anything but something
May 2016 · 1.8k
An Adulterated Chalice
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Don't wait till I'm tired to encourage me,I won't move on
Don't wait till I'm crippled to tell me about miracles,I won't believe
Don't wait till I'm frozen to warm me,I won't appreciate
Don't wait until I've stepped the trap to caution me, it won't help
Don't wait till I'm shattered to tell me I can be whole, I won't listen
Don't wait for me to yawn to give me food, I won't eat it
Don't wait until the treasures are depleted to tell me if I dig I'll find
its useless to tell me passion will drive me insane after I'm out of my mind
Don't wait till I'm famous to praise my pieces, aren't you seeing them now?
Don't wait until the Antelope has turned tail to hand me the bow
Don't wait for the birds to fly off the tree to hand me the catapult
Don't wait for me to step on the live wire to lecture me about vaults
Don't wait for me to slip and fall to tell me the place is slippery when wet
Don't wait until you've wronged me to preach "forgive and forget"
Don't wait until I'm in flames to tell me not to play with fire, bury my ashes
Don't try shutting stables after they're gone, instead run after those Horses
Don't wait until I'm soaked to give me an umbrella,I won't accept
Don't wait for the storms to wreck me to show me how to sail
who can listen to instructions while battling waves and hail
Don't wait until the snake has stricken to tell me about the venoms
for a dying man has no time and ears for caution then on
Don't wait for the war to devastate and ruin to preach peace
bombs would have deafened or the machetes cut me piece by piece
Don't wait for me to plunge to ask me if I've worn a ******
like a kidnapper freeing hostages prior demanding for ransom
Don't wait until I've dived into the Sea to ask whether I can swim
Don't wait for the end of days to find out whether I believes in Him
Don't wait until I'm bleeding to tell me about the beauty of scars
or until a clear night to praise the beauty of stars
Don't wait until I'm malnourished to bring me aid
until I'm dead and gone to praise the words I said
Don't wait for my life to flood to dredge the silt
that wouldn't be kindness, that would either be mockery or guilt  
Don't wait for me to find someone to feelings for me admit
Don't wait to offer a helping hand when I'm totally deadbeat
why wait to raise a wall when you can fill the crevice
you have something to do, to instill, to say, to caution, to give
do it now while I smile, while I'm strong, while I live
Don't  speak about the adulterations after I've drunk from the chalice
Apr 2016 · 1.5k
There's
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
a
place
called
forever
and
we
only
get
there
through
never
saying
never
Apr 2016 · 545
Trusted
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I think I trusted you from the start... it was as easy as that...
For some reason you appealed to my heart
It was like wearing my favourite shirt
I didn't have to over think like I always do
You asked me for my Facebook name and I gave it to you
I would have lied but I honestly replied
I'm not sure... but I think my sixth sense already knew
that for all the doubts I have in my life,
I only had to meet and know you.
I understand, it's a big burden to be trusted
To hold one's heart in your palms but the idea that I have one worth my faith calms
so just let me have this one joy
If it goes wrong I'll know life always ends that way for me
I won't blame you, I promise... because I now know you would never hurt me intentionally and you're worth any hurt
you're Delilah, worth pillars crumbling and castles breaking apart
All I mean is don't be afraid,
whatever is meant to go wrong will whether I trust you or not...
*So let's just believe we aren't going to hurt each other my love... we're not...
we're not going to drift further than we're ..
we are not going to drown in the waves
We are not going to bury us in graves
We are not going to take very different ways
I don't care what destiny says
We're not going to let the world come in between
We're going to stick too close that even air won't find way
we're going to be one thing until the end
I know it's wishful thinking
but as long as we believe,it will be okay
let's raise the sails,and steer for this ship's never sinking
Apr 2016 · 304
Can't
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
say I won't breathe without
you by my side but that's how
your absence feels like...
the air of romance depletes
when you're gone, I suffocate,
I whizz, I struggle to breathe
through the chocking fumes of
loneliness and
even the gas masks
of hope are no
consolation enough
to keep out that smoke.
That's exactly what I
mean by
"you take my breath away"
Apr 2016 · 646
Your Pieces
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I missed your poems and their beautiful eloquence
their smooth touch penetrating the walls of my conscience
I missed how they mutely speak and silently shout
out answers to my puzzles leaving me without a doubt

the numbing vividness of your darkness and light
the harmonic tone that steals every plight
your touching free verse like the owl misses the night
or like the sky in the night misses the pride of the kite


I missed the sumptuous confidence you portray
while questioning why it's the good people that life does betray
the little twists and turns, highs and lows
the scalds and burns, sarcastic arrows and bows

I missed the vocabulary which makes me scratch my brain
the pattering fall of letters dripping down my screen like rain
and the exceptional comic yet saddening stanzas
of structurally constructed pieces like paintings on canvas


I missed the flow of your torments on paper
tear after tear, weaving a mat of fury without losing grip
year after year, serenely reflecting the turbulent vapour
rising out of your heart pen ward pen ward and lip

I missed your pieces like the a refugee misses home
fatigued and desperate in foreign lands while they roam
physically and emotionally shredded,dead at heart
loathing, resentment coming thrown at them like the dart


I missed your art like the sand misses foot prints after waves
like those gone lie lonely forgotten in their graves
like lovers torn apart by destiny miss their kisses
I missed you,and your raw honest pieces
Apr 2016 · 1.4k
Gulu
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
Ask me about Gulu,ask me about
the area associated with instability
ask me about one of the farthest towns
I was there,and clad in my red gown
ask me about clouds,I've seen them thick
ask me about whatever, just handpick
Karuma falls, their sprays of violence
savanna,swamps, what an ambiance
it was, how sweet the journey was
so secure a town, forget years of wars
the people,calm unless fray they must
ask me about the cost of living there
some of us couldn't dare bear
Ask me about Gulu town and I'll say
Go and prove,go see for yourself
How a town can be secure for sure
Go and see definitions of distance
go and stop associating it with resistance
ask me about straight roads in Africa, straight as a ruler
only hills and slopes reminding you they're roads
ask me for hell hot sun and the winter cooler
ask me about very volatile beads of tropical rain
and I'll tell you find it in Gulu,rivers of splash drain
ask me about tourist sites and I'll show you the route to take
informing you that the adventure to make
is to the north of the country if you haven't,I have
you might have not realised those are a people with love
ask me about places with trees from shrub to pine
ask me about Gulu and I'll praise it overtime
I saw no skeletons, bullets, no wounds or scars
they are only probably left in hearts or healed
the night sky dotted with patches of pregnant clouds and stars
even nature lives a serene life,the bottle of that history was sealed
Ask me for the reasons Uganda is the pearl
I've seen most,in the west,the East, now north,
for all it's worth
I only need to venture the south to astutely say I've seen them all
We(fans club) of my University travelled to watch our football team play Gulu university, a town that was most affected by insurgency from mid 80s to early 2000s
The war seems forgotten, life seems back to Normal ...in about 10 years... the place is far...and beautiful..So much I ain't prolific enough to write... for I know no free verse
Apr 2016 · 509
I drink
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I drink from the beautiful bottle on my table
I drink myself dizzy whenever I am able
I drink at anytime for I have no time table
I drink even from the oldest of the fables

I drink from the moon and sparkle of stars
I drink from the past wounds and my scars
I drink from the road and sweet smell of tars
I drink from these deadly monsters we call cars

I drink from the serenity and the fights
I drink from the days and the nights
I drink from the loyal and venomous fights
I drink from ambient and picturesque sites

I drink from the leaves swaying in the wind
I drink from the beauty of dawn I can't rescind
I drink from the sweet bitter past I can't rewind
I drink from the visible even when I'm blind

I drink from the chapters in every book
I drink from the broth that I cook
I drink left, right and everywhere I look
I drink the wines like I'm a duke

I drink from the clouds pacing in the sky
I drink from the wings of birds as they fly
I drink from those chocking in suit and tie
I drink from every truth and beautiful lie

I drink from the scented and from the stink
I drink concentrated inspiration whenever I blink
I drink from the pieces for art is my *****
I drink and drink even while I think
I drink
Apr 2016 · 1.8k
A Thousand Pieces
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
It's not about the number of poems
I make but about touching
hearts of those in need of
an invisible hand and
about
improving
the quality
of my touch...
So I'd rather
have one piece touch 1000 souls
than a 1000 pieces that won't
send out even a single ripple
to the million limpid hearts...
I'm all about squeezing a smile
out of those hardened by grief
subsequently finding self relief
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
"You are at the end of my fingertips"*
the cherished itch between my flesh and nail
that I giggly scratch and the blood of loneliness drips
sealing all the hugs and kisses to send them by mail

you are the lashes to my eye, minced to my pie
and days without you lost their right of count
for no matter how busy I keep and hard I try
the sizzling thoughts of you never fade, they don't

If you were the bible I would read all the verses
if you were the ocean I would explore every corner
if you were soccer I would make complete passes
and if you were near I know I wouldn't be a loner

those are the echoes consequent to my silent heart's screams
for you are a choice I would make even in my dreams
First Line From
"Your Song is not For Me"
Aeerdna
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