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893 · May 2019
Old friend
Ignatius Hosiana May 2019
Am better than yesterday
but worse than tomorrow...
nothing else left to say,
so long my old friend sorrow...
893 · Aug 2015
CAMOUFLAGE
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
We all have learnt to tightly seal our emotions
Because we are afraid to fall under siege of affection and to surrender
Camouflaging trying to hide in sweet scented lotions
The stench of a past we no longer want to remember

We have built great walls and made a fortress every heart
So hard so that even happiness and peace cannot find their way
But only the loneliness clambering on those walls likely to hurt
Besides the floods of despair almost washing us away

We know how to smile with a frown inside
We hide cold within the warm embrace we give
Calm lakes above yet under the visible is a current we hide
Pretending we forgot but never did we even forgive

And having learnt from ourselves that not all who are warm are caring
We choose to die with our plight without sharing
892 · Nov 2016
Reflections
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2016
When I dream about you I wish I'd sleep forever because the
dreams are a beautiful reflection of what we could have been.
891 · Oct 2016
My Everything
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2016
Maybe someday the hard I try
and the tears I cry
will be for someone else…
Maybe someday
the miles I walk
and the journeys I make
will be for someone else
Maybe someday
the dawns I watch
the splendid view of the ocean
the clear nights filled with stars
will be with someone else
can’t be sure,
even the kisses
the wounds and scars
inflicted by someone else…
Maybe someday I'll be
enduring cold nights,
making up after fights
and enjoying felicitous dances
in twinkling disco lights
with someone else...
Maybe someday
the one I call my Mrs.
will be someone else.
You never know,
they say life's what happens
contrary to our plans
but until life happens,
you are my everything…
889 · Aug 2016
The Born Again Lass
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
The good news is she's single,
the bad is she's so in love with
Jesus
Her body's an alloy of the Holly spirit and Soil
Yet temples are a place I only
go to to have a chitchat with my Lord God
Not to profess my affection.
*I love her, but I can't compete
with the creator's Son.
I love her, but I love Heaven more.
888 · Nov 2016
Impossible's Philosophy
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2016
At scratch, discern you’ll either win the duel or face defeat
Before you go the distance warrant you’re set to dust your feet
for when a cycle is heavily ridden it unquestionably must squeak
Afore you relish a plum you most probably will ascend her tree
so be sure you can swim before you plunge into the sea
as if you can’t you may lamentably pay very high a fee.
Even before you contemplate a “happily ever after’, a fairytale, a forever
tune your grip to clench the hot rod ‘for better for worse’
scorching of blessings in the moment and every awaiting curse
and also fine-tune your lips to never say never
Before you stir the limpid prepare to deal with every ripple
for you won’t march over mines unless you want to *******
before you poke the bear, beware of the wrath of forked flame
because when you blister, you’ll have you to gulp pain and blame
before you leave, truth and no lie you ought to explain why
and also be willing to say goodbye
for at times there’s no backtracking, before a tantalizing hegira you must be sure
don’t walk off to Medina when the Kaaba you seek is back in Mecca
and turn out to be the reason you’re judged a faker
since prior sailing they say, one must be ready to lose sight of the shore
before you route for emerald pastures, learn how to mow
don’t say “No” when you feel different, or yes for ‘No’
and ultimately, you must be ready to face the universe afore you speak.
888 · May 2015
CAST BY THE SEA
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
To kickstart the day with only the memories of the night in my head
To hold only two corners of the cover and lay the bed
To watch the ***** morning sun mount the sky
To savor the sweet orange rays and sigh
To kiss goodbye knowing it is just the start
To have total peace at heart
To phone her while still at work to find out how she is
To do the job with dedication and ease
To drive quite fast enough at the end of the day
To find her keeping her anger towards my delay
Dammed up and quite unsuccessfully at bay
To peck her forehead and kiss her lips and say
"Hey bush baby, ****** sorry I'm late
And even if I can't fathom how you feel I regret "
To see her eye lids twitch in passion and forgiveness
Juxtaposing her with the twilight uniqueness
To sow the seeds of humor and make her smile
In relief like the king Fishers from Victoria and River Nile
To hold her hand and walk her to our car
Ours because she healed every wound and scar
To take her to the awesome shopping malls
Buy her super Teddys and furry dolls
To then drive her home passing by the outskirts
To look her in the eyes bit by bit, as I slowly drive
To have my heart and mind alive
And a home filled with bloomed flower gardens
To have a shoulder that shares my burdens
To share all chores with her, right from laundry to cooking
To paint the world in letters while she's looking
And her glazing like smile on a laptop and paper
To save her warmth and care less about no hater
To watch the sun get consumed by the ravenous dusk unlike the dawn
To hold hands and watch the Milky way twinkle pawn
To consume every little moment of life and serenity
To have my first born take on my soccer club's name Chelsea
And watch it grow to a simple life by the Nile or by the sea
To bask down the boulevard holding hands toward eternity
To ask for the miracle of lasting forever
From God, to always live two together
To retire after two decades of success
In hardwork and start to tap the soul for access
To inspiration and do the best of the best
Of her paintings and I,my poetry while we rest
To have our little cottage and vegetables cast by the sea
To ride wheels of the rest of our life together, you see
That's what I feel my future lady and I deserve
To watch butterflies, evading fear of death by a warm fire
Telling myths and sweet stories to little ones till one by one we retire
According to me, that's a life lived, that's a dream, that's love
883 · Jul 2015
ESSENCE
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
We spent trillions of time searching for love
And forgot It's a product of patience and peace
We wasted years contemplating what we'd have
Whether awaiting us was sorrow or bliss

Atrophied centuries trying to overcome fear
Rather than welcome it and with it learn to live
We followed from behind so that they wouldn't see a tear
And we would have no long explanation or fake smiles to give

We used the lonely routes for none could be trusted
But walked armed incase anybody showed up
We waited for our trumpets to be blown till they rusted
Like the entire universe and Galaxy was having a nap

Until we actualized that pain and risk is the essence of living
None of our wrinkles were from smiles but grieving
882 · Jan 2017
BravE Heart
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
It takes
**a strong soul to share
a brave heart to care
a great mind to dare
and all the above to bear
881 · Apr 2016
Every
880 · Sep 2016
I Would
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2016
I would go through the hurt again
if it meant having you back in my life
I would still believe your beautiful words
even after I have learnt that none of them were true
I would still smile at how perfectly  you constructed them
well aware that the joy was just a thing of the moment
because that short spell of joy was like an eternity to my soul.

I would use the same road whence our
encounter happened,
I would... I would still ask you out
without a single doubt


I would, not because I enjoy pain
not because I pleasure in my despondence
not because I prefer the past to the future
No,
It's because you lit a flame in me
that even after you extinguished our passion
still shines bright... you made me believe in myself
you gave me a friend and made me feel safe
you gave me a whole new dimension
to live my life, the only downside being
you are not here to share in the glory
of my self-discovery.
878 · Mar 2018
Quit
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2018
trying to write it again,
ours is a story without
happy endings...
yet you deserve
a fairytale...
876 · Jul 2015
ON THIS ROAD
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
Once upon a time I met a wise man on this road
Called world who told me to avoid haste and go the toad
He said, "say hello before It's time for goodbye
Laugh out loud for there'll be time to cry
Listen while they talk but oppose with silence
Obeying all constants and paying attention to the variance
Take when you are given but never forget even yours shall be taken
Trust strangers more than friends,by friends you're forsaken
Go as far as the road takes you to know exactly what awaits
And roll with the wind, surf waves obeying every cyclone as it rotates
Life is grilled chicken,chew bones while you still have teeth
And if you're given the chance to kiss the lips, **** even the ***
Scream out loud against all odds if you want to be heard
Keep toiling uphill, don't despair for every situation's hard
Opportunity comes once in a lifetime for fools who ain't welcoming
Otherwise build more enchanting doors and she'll always be coming
The sky is only a lower limit for counting your success
Call it a springboard for the ambitious to set some pace for space
Difficult moments are like caterpillars, ensure they ain't dead
And someday they'll be beautiful butterflies instead
Make peace with your enemies, friends cannot be trusted
Otherwise words like treachery and betrayal couldn't have been invented  
Say what you need to say, when you need to say it
Some simple words humans hold back when released restore a beat
Much as you get warmth from being embraced and cuddled
The same happens when you do embrace those in cold and hurdled
You may believe walking away from the risks is the answer to every question
But it's the ships that sail far from the shore that never escape mention
Do not waste time being troubled and contemplating your death
Worry more about how you're spending the billions of your breath
So go out there and squeeze sap of joy and contentment out the tree of your life
Every genius is just an idiot who ****** every moment like It were a wife
875 · Mar 2016
An Imperfect Masterpiece
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Her soul a sky filled
      with twinkling stars
              eyes two pearly globes
of magnetic innocence
               with a red rose fragility
and floret fragrance
            even when she carries a
heart dotted with scars
   from painful inflictions during
       the battles of life
    fought and overcome
875 · May 2015
HEARTLESS
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
I'm never trusting anyone again
I'm suing my last for causing me pain
I'm having her arrested for theft
She stole my happiness and left
I'm suing for mis-representation
She lied and left me in this situation
I'm gonna show them my heart
Or just the smithereens
To act as evidence for my hurt
And the many shattered dreams
It's vivid I've been trying
Got traces to prove my endless crying
In addition to embezzlement
Syphoned all my feelings and left me in torment
I want compensation for my wasted time
A new heart, breaking mine was a crime
I need fresh faith, I need to believe
She took my breath so how can I live?
Ain't letting her off the hook in one piece
Everyone'll understand my need for justice
I'm suing on behalf of my fallen soul
I'm suing a nocturnal, a heartless owl
I need compensation for the emptiness
She too should feel the weight of her mess
Unless she decides to return here
And help me clean up the fear
I'm having her arrested for being careless
She lost my heart, I'm being heartless
871 · Jun 2016
SaD
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
SaD
it's sadness that
drives me mad
the madness that
makes me sad
it's a sadness tears
can't explain
the sadness which as
a scar will also pain
it's one words can't
put into context
I just gotta live
under the pretext
of hope of the end
yet it's one
which never
ends...
869 · Sep 2023
Civil War
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2023
"There are a few good men like you", she says.
"Men out there are gods, born to be worshipped
they were told good women aren't created with tongues to talk back
Men out there are tyrants in their kingdoms
they are broken and their women die trying to mend them
blinded by ambition they can't see what's in front of them
and have seen terrible things happen to men like you so they don't believe.
Men out there are burdened by expectations,
they shoulder the shattering weight of society's pressure,
Lost in their minds, they forget to be present...
They're a civil war and the battle sometimes returns with them
fights lost resolved using the punching bag they married at home...
Every step forward, they're pulled five steps back,
Entangled in a web of a perceptions they can't unpack.
Men out there, like caged birds do long to be free,
Yet the bars of expectations deny them the key.
They're deafened by their own silent screams but they refuse
to lean on anyone, after all, growing up they were told big boys don't cry."
869 · Jun 2015
TRIALS
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
With every attempt
By the cockerel to crow
So did his comb grow
I Love Haiku, It just describes something with simplicity
868 · May 2016
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
866 · Jun 2016
The Race
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
You can't have a medal
that's won unless
you're a thief...
I'll run another
race... I was to
late to win
you over...
865 · Jun 2016
Good Old Days
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Life was once an adventure
How beautiful it was to sail the ocean
to raise sails and battle waves
months at Sea awaiting the destination
Life was life when we took trains
and slowly made our way across
all kinds of terrains, viewing hills
illuminated by the Sun's rays
when we sat astride beautiful horses
and journeying was taking the reins
breathing hot and cold air and
feeding on the chocolate atmosphere
riding all night through moon's glow
it was joy taking the stairs
even if it was to the sixteenth floor
Writing letters with glamorous words
to the loved ones so far away
and sometimes having to wait years
to receive the dusty envelopes bearing
the breathtaking responses...
Life was something to look forward to
until we shunned ships for planes
where we shoot through the sky,
shunned Trains for these Taxis
which just fly, until we invented
elevators so people know not the
satisfaction of taking the stairs...
until we invented smart phones and
abandoned the beauty of letters
Life was fun but we pushed Horses
behind bars in parks and the zoos
after all those hoofs can't stand
the tarmac and there are no more
hills and Sunsets to see because
we've congested the skyline with
Storeys and scrappers
Then we judge the world unfair
yet we're the ones who don't care
The world was a paradise
during those good old days
until we became demons of change
and twisted a heaven into Hell...
862 · Jul 2016
Apologies
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
I Love you... never say you don't
deserve me...we don't deserve us...
that's why we was given to us to
make us the people we deserve...
I'm willing to listen from today...

I'm not going to try so hard but I'm going to try...
I won't stop being so sad but I'm never going to cry...
I now understand why you're in
my life even better...
I have been looking at it the wrong way...
we probably don't need to find
ourselves to feel complete...
we're two semis of the same circle...
Two faces to the same coin...
I'm not going to try and flip you anymore...
I'll look at me when I need the other face ...
I'll look in the mirror to see you clearer...
I've wanted you to be happy so bad that I've hurt you, us...
I'm not going to do that anymore... let's just be us...
happiness is perfection...perfection is not for people like us...
all we have is this inadequate reality
and all we need is to find satisfaction with each other...
I'm not going to love so hard or so little...
I'm going to love you just the much I can...
your love will fill the cup of this friendship to the brim...
I'm sorry I've been so wrong for so long...
I wanted that cup filled so fast...
I'm sorry...
861 · Apr 2015
TEST OF MY THOUGHT
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
Many times, we love, we are loved, we hate
and we are hated and yet we can never find
quantum proof for how much we feel what we
feel, It's left to habitual action, like It's
assumed we hug, kiss or smile as proof of love,
yet even haters can do the same since we live
in a universe where many smile with their
teeth rather than heart.
I believe a scientist somewhere's trying to
discover a way of bringing about statistical
perfection.
Even emotical pendulums, clockwise towards
happiness and Anti-clockwise towards
Melancholy have an imaginary measure hence
cannot be traced.
By and large, I think trying to quantify feelings
is a holy Grail hunt, it doesn't matter how
much, It's enough knowing you are loved or
hated, you are desired or repelled. As long as
you know, quantity doesn't matter, life is all
about the moments, not how long those
moments resonate before their wave taking a
different existence. Life is not about how many
breaths you take, but the moments that take
your breath away. It's a Game where the Goals
you score don't matter, what matters is you
play your role right.
852 · Jun 2015
SHE SHOULDN'T BE RIGHT
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
She thinks I can't survive even a single night
Without her in my life but she's ****** right
850 · Sep 2015
EXPIRATION
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
You could leave on the next jet plane
And go to whatever destination
Without having to explain
Without I asking any question
You could walk out that door
With your bags and baggage
Take the best car in the lot and go
Covering whatever milage
You can walk away at any time
Incase you feel loving me is tiring
Satiety has never been a crime
Even as a child things kept expiring
You are free to leave though its bound to hurt
Venture far away but I'll still have you in my heart
850 · May 2016
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...
844 · Aug 2015
STILL
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
The sky still bleeds orange at dawn
The road still meanders on
The rivers still battle the falls and rapids
The cattle home run in stumpedes
The ocean always looks constantly still
And my pride is still such a bitter pill
The Mvule still sheds her beautiful leaves
My ear still eaves, my soul still grieves
The mountain top is still a silver blur
And the missing shards linger somewhere on the floor
The cranes still sing within the rhythm of dusk
My mind is fatigued trying to accomplish the task
Of saying goodbye and forgetting about it all
Even if my sub conscious still hears your voice call
The bed still shivers and clings to the fragrance of you
And the "I" in my alphabet still really loves "U"
MVULE is a type of tree that sheds all her leaves in the dry seasons to survive transpiring all her water
844 · Mar 2017
Where Odds Don't Count
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2017
They see castles in the air, I see air in the castles
They see the end of the road as I see the road in the end
the treacherous enemy in every friend
whilst I see potential allies in every adversary
they see the peril in crossing the sea
while I tap the perilous adventures in what they see
they see the horizon of the dawn
I see the dawn of the Horizon
They time love, I love time
they see a storm in the thickest of clouds
I see a silver cloud in the heaviest of storms
they see the future, I see the millennium
they see the maximum, I see the minimum
they sleep to dream, I dream to sleep
they keep to give, I give to keep
They find a burden in the load yet I find the Lord in my burden...
They see the words in the lines, I see the lines in the words
They see shards in the whole as I see the whole in the shards
They see a Caterpillar even in the most beautiful butterfly
I see a floret butterfly in the spine-chill of Caterpillars
they see stalagmites and stalactites, I see future pillars
They see death in life, I see life in death...
because whilst they are people of the world
I am a world of the people, an outsider
beating the odds, going against currents
breaking the rules and gladly paying the price...
they view the game of life by the odds
I view the odds by the game instead and
truthfully speaking, odds don't count...
We all look at one thing, but I see
different, I always will...
843 · Mar 2017
Keep Strong
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2017
I've walked roads you can never imagine
I've fallen lower than you might ever reach
I've fractured smaller more than you think
cried so much tears than you'll ever wipe
Taken more insults than you can bear
but that will never matter because
I am past the insults, that I can say
the tears are dry and am weeping no longer,
the bones healed and even stronger
I have learnt the path out of the pit and its stink
and well, my footprints are already lost in the dusty wind...
These roads taught me that no matter how dusty
your path maybe, the brush of persistence will always
get them shining again and that success rents
just at the end of the dusty road... So keep moving and
keep strong...
842 · Mar 2017
Family's True
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2017
When I feel scared, when I think that the next challenge could be tougher than I can manage,
when the bridge seems too shaky for me to cross... When the days are stormy and the roads thorny
and it feels like my bare feet won't get me a far... Wen the Ocean of life's too wavy for me to sail
and yet the voyage of time will not wait for the waves to pass, when the clouds are too thick
and the promise of the rain of despair is almost confirmed, when the stabbing drizzle has already started,
family's always my rainbow for no challenge will ever be greater than that which with my family I've overcome...
and no nights will ever be darker than those their light's seen me through... No matter how long,
no journey will ever beat the distance it's taken us to reach here... That's why no matter how hot the crucible may get,
I will always get through cooked for a better menu rather than burnt...Family's my last refuge,
family's my inspiration and most of all, family's my boat...
No Ocean will ever be rougher than my family can sail me through,
no love will ever be Family's true...
That's why no matter how far I go, how deep I think, how high I fly, how much I write
no matter how many battles I fight, the greatest weapon and armour God always blesses me with is family...
840 · Jul 2015
I WANT
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
I want to let you know how I feel
But I decided against that idea
I might use a thousand words but still
I doubt you'll understand me dear

I want to walk side by side
With you interlocking our arms
But its hard to decide
Even though my heart yearns

I want you know about my illusive dreams
So that you understand why I am afraid
But I can't with undying screams
Resonating inside my head

I want to give you the best of kisses
But I know you cannot be my Mrs
837 · Feb 2017
Beginning From The End
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Find me where roads divide
so that we can walk together our always
Let's be wilting Roses
and find within us some rain
Cultivate some pleasure
out of our loneliness and pain
Let's start from the end
and maybe find the start
Let forever be our beginning
and infinity be our stop
Let's take off from the sky
so that eternity's our limit...
before we take a stand
Let's have our destiny in hand
say goodbye at Hello
and Hello at goodbye
suffocate at dawn and
at dusk of our affection sigh
Let's start from the chilling twilight
in the cold of moonlight
and conclude in warmth of Sunlight
836 · Jun 2017
The Big Fat Lie
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2017
They said I could be anyone I wanted to but they were wrong
I wanted to be like your favorite song
to be a part of your magical fairytale,
your heart's charm and your soul's breathtaking Dale
I wanted to be a sunrise in your awakening
the floret that greets your smile while you reconcile
reality from the panoramic view of Wonderland
the first voice that seeks to know what Morpheus had to say
and the feet that shuffle right next to yours along the isle
as you walk into the much loathed cacophonic routines of everyday
I wanted to be the thoughts in your head as you
ply your trade from dawn to dusk
the inspiration that helps you crack every labyrinthine task,
like a lonesome butterfly dancing in elation
to relax your mind and mitigate any tension,
to help you endure racaous that comes with responsibility
and the arms that hold yours to congratulate you
upon getting through every other day,
I wanted to be the mouth that acknowledged your milestones
or the palms on the wheel driving you home
I wanted to be the shoulders you lean on
plus the arms you laugh and grieve in,
a place where your comfort does truly begin
I wanted to be your companion on this life long journey
many have deemed the rest of our lives
your blessing, alas! Your for better for worse...
I wanted to be your biggest fan as you concur the elements
to share with you proceeds from my dream tenements...
for thee so much I craved to be and tried to do more than just want
but the more I embraced desire the bigger and more excruciating her flames burnt
I said hello you said goodbye,
making me think "You can be anything" was merely a big fat lie...
Countless is the much I wanted to be, it's still haunting
that ultimately the best I could do was "wanting"...
Nothing more.
832 · May 2016
In The Name Of The King
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
She did it in the precious name of the king
who couldn't even bend past his bloated belly
she respectfully kissed his diamond ruby ring
and not because he could fly her to Paris or Deli
she urgently did it to **** the biting itch upon his back
using her ***** nails, with servants' muck at the back of her palm
for she saw the struggling king stiff stuck
believe it when she says she actually meant no harm
oblivious of the consequence of slave hands on royal skin
acting in the name of kindness to a caring crown
if only she'd known she was kicking a dragon's sheen
never could she at any moment wear this beautiful frown
for her next of keen mourn her feeble neck despondent in the noose
of a ravenous and thick expensive rope awaiting his use
831 · Aug 2015
THE ONE
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
Forgetting about you, I doubt I can
It's difficult erasing memories engraved to the heart
Others will come but you'll forever be the one
Even if the end was something that badly hurt
Others will be blown my way by fate
But none of them will match the expectations
And that's something on which I'm willing to place a bet
For haven't enjoyed a thing for long like these dedications
You know exactly which song will heal
You know exactly where to touch and make me weak
You make me swallow my pride such a bitter pill
Even when I'm supposed to be cruel you make me meek
I believe you'll forever live in my head
Even if you've never blessed my cold bed
830 · Mar 2016
A LETTER TO MY FATHER
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Dear Father
Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I'm not human like you
I am and special, maybe more special than you
so first stop calling me names because I'm subject to my emotions
first work and buy me the necessities, the sanitary pads
before arguments about whether I smell during my periods spring
first change the system,that which promotes my rights bring
first abandon alcohol for it's the reason for the violence and fights
first realise that I am my own person with my own dreams
for we all can't be doctors, we all can't be engineers,
we all can't flow with the streams
first realise I hope to be first female President of this pearl
first recognise that time and again my hair may need a little curl
first remind my Aunt to give me the *** education
after all educating me is educating a nation
first treat mother like a human and not a slave
first think like a man and act like a woman rather than a tsunami wave
first mind about how I'm relating with my school teacher
because now is the bridge that leads to my long awaited future
first help sort out the political climate, it is too hot
Help the country be what it should be instead of expecting me to be who I'm not
first tell the insurgents and the government to put down arms
for it seems they cannot see how terribly this war thing harms
they can't see I'm ***** and bearing sceptic wounds which may never scar
first tell the fat belly friend of yours that
when I'm through with my studies I'll afford my own car
first urge the concerned to put up good schools near
so that I won't have to ride this far in the dark filled with fear
first engage in advising my school to provide us with meals
it will mean you finally understand that hunger kills
first work your fingers to the bone, don't leave it for mother alone
to provide the privilege of waking to comfortable beddings at dawn
first start believing in me as you believe in my brothers
rather than wallow in the mistakes of the forefathers
first understand me before you start pointing fingers
first get me a treated mosquito net and shoes to escape the jiggers
first do your part and I promise I will do mine
first be a father & friend then, I know everything will be fine
my brother asked me to write him one entailing threats to Girl Child Education in Africa...I hope this works
830 · Aug 2015
FOR YOU
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
I didn't tell you about the life I led
The number of times I bled
I didn't show you the chapters I read
I wanted not pity to be the reason you stayed
I didn't show you the towns I've been through
I didn't want you to partake of the melancholy they brew
Didn't speak about how I fed on tough times till I grew
I regret never letting you in, you don't have to believe it's true
I didn't want to tell a single lie or see you cry
I didn't want to fail that's why I didn't try
All moments I was close enough to feel your sigh
When you helped me with my collar and tie
I didn't speak about how much I wanted your lips
Wish I had trusted my pips with their cunning tips
I didn't let the skeletons out of the closet for fears
They would hurt you and flood your eyes and heart in tears
828 · Jan 2017
Cursed
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
Day after day
I was learning
that the yearning
and pain would never go away
That I was a bent rod
a traveler so long
lost along a road
so wrong...
I was seeing clearer
the shattered lad in my mirror
manacled in horror
of echos of the past
reverberating through the threads
of time,
a man cursed
to forever shiver in cold of desolation
and to always seek consolation
in the glamour of rhyme
yet never mind
that he'd never find...
Day after day
I was learning
that the clouds of strife
in my life
would always be the blanket
that stops my Sun from shining
and that my trumpet
was bound to rust
as no one would bear
their lips on dust...
none would love me enough to dare.
as I were a flower in the wild
growing on shitload piled...
a heart punched and filed
a destiny's child
a million pieces compiled
on a future defiled.
I was a forgotten dream
a dried up stream-
cracks instead of Adam's ale
a snail without a shell
corpse pale...
I was my own hell,
strange
they said things would change,
that time would tell...
yet there was nothing left
to be told of my story
though I wasn't one to feel sorry
as I'd been through more ****
than I could spit.
827 · Apr 2015
DARK COLORS OF HER STAR
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
She were like a hound
Which to a post of its choice was bound
In her hands lay tatters of shame
'Cause it wasn't for love but fame
She married, and hers were blames
With each piece of her eaten in flames
He was an epitome of calm
Honestly, he had no sign of harm
And obviously life wasn't meant to be hard
Counting on the floods of wealth he had
Who could tell that with passage of years
The price tag was being reduced to tears?
That it practically wasn't only wealth
That mattered, and her poor health
From constantly being battered
Made her feel entirely shattered
One found innocent and sweet
And left a ****** *******
Only deserving his stinking spit
She was a drum constantly hit
As if the price for the posh cars
Were wounds deep enough to leave scars
Being reduced to a little mouse
As rent for the big for nothing house
She dared to think she'd manage the cross
Ignoring that even in bed he was devil gross
None could blame her for leaving
Especially after realizing she'd tried hard
believing
Some thought her best wasn't good enough
Truth is life with the star was awfully rough
Notes (optional)
826 · May 2015
TO FALL IN LOVE AGAIN
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
An empty Soul that doesn't bleed
A marble mind that won't wreck
An elastic heart which doesn't break
To fall again, It's what I need

A temper that doesn't fray
Is something for which I pray
Tenacity past the sticks and stones
And an umbrella through the storms

A mind ready for whatever comes
Skills to negotiate past the bends
Stone deaf to rumors by friends
For those are the sunder drums

Eyes blind to indiscretion
A Mouth that will not question
Feet too crippled to walk away
With patience to take it day by day

Amnesia to forget that I am torn
The belief,nothing's cast to stone
Yeah,for me to fall again
I need courage to face and bear pain
825 · May 2015
A PROMISE
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
A day buried in
Gloom of torment from blanket
Thick promise of rain
Still learning the style :D
Comments as welcome as a storm in Hell :))
825 · Apr 2016
NOTORIOUS
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
we attached a meaning to life,planted peace and uprooted the strife
we had pleasures, we enjoyed our life we took no measures
risked falling off the cliffs gladly faced them dangers
but that was the point ,it wasn't living if we weren't believing
we could successfully turn the pages, make memories walking on the edges
we faced the challenge, we had to manage,
trekked through the sun till it was orange
You'd appreciate for we had the courage
we was buried in beating the current, we were hurried
to define our ambition, the mission was reaching the mirage
it was illusive,we were incisive, brothers fell out we were inclusive
we kept fighting and biting,made laws but we weren't abiding
mistakes we went on citing,tough choices we weren't deciding
the higher the ladder, the more life was harder
expected to lead by example,we had to sample life, at times lost the tempo
danced to beats affected the cardiacs, hit the streets mistaken for maniacs
evading defeat propelled to take cover for we were rebels,
running from criticisms coming at us harder than pebbles
we weren't famous but they knew us,ambassadors for the new earth
we were the weight,we were the scales, our actions were the bells
the story that everyone tells,we guided their trains for we were the rails,hickory dickory dock
we were the ship and yacht at every Dock,
the movies to watch and the stories to talk,
for we lit avenues from where they would walk
so the shines went interstellar,the inspiration to every fella
for we rode on luck and provided to many who lack
we were a drug to every dealer, some thought we were Rockefeller
took nothing for granted for we were hunted,
life was a charm so many enchanted we couldn't forget we were wanted
we stuck to the guns, saw it till the end, it was a fire to which we would fend
we had an entire generation and a legacy to defend
persistent to resistance,so much it defined our existence
we fought monsters and didn't give up,so that our world would get a revamp
we were peaceful warriors,we were notorious
823 · Jun 2016
17th June
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
The day the story of
my existence started
manacled by fate since 93
tomorrow I turn 23
Gone from a little boy
to a lad with a unique ploy
Happy Birthday to me
Someday I'll find serenity
in this insanity
midst these chains I'll be free

While at it I'll blow candles
for this courtesy humbles
Tomorrow I'm born again
to this life of pain
Someday there'll be sunshine
even if after decades of rain

I have hope...that's what matters
for better someday things'll change
821 · Mar 2018
wHEn
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2018
I fell in love
&
I loved the fall.
That's how I knew
it was true.
819 · Mar 2021
For God and My Country
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2021
I am the very first drop of rain bringing the  storm
Let them tell you not that it's all  for nothing, I died for my home
my blood wasn't shed in vain, say not I went through needless pain
I died for the desperate impoverished and the hungry
for that young lad walking out his twentieth interview eyes deep in ocean tears
for that father nursing a broken backbone as his employer couldn't provide gears
laid off after his accident without a system to assist in seeking for compensation
for the child trekking seven miles to sit on a tree trunk and receive pitiful education
for my friend's inlaw who lost her baby, the few midwives at the hospital were swamped...
for a generation that haven't kissed the soft sweet lips of liberty
I died to overcome a leadership marred by corruption and greed
for the meager earnings and high interest rates on loans that are a basic need...
Did you see the yellow membrane of my affectionate brain scattered?
that is for the future of this young nation defiled and tattered,
an attempt to place an oxygen pump of reason when it really mattered
yes, I weeped when I was chocked and battered
but I died so that tomorrow can live to see what yesterday denied the moment
let them not disclose my memories in a grotesque manner for torment
for I am the ****** seed for the beautiful flower of our revolution
hoping to seed a unique country at harmony with her people
and the faith that even the most brutal of tyranny meets its dissolution
I am the red of our flag, my prayer is embedded deep in our fairy anthem
for albeit not all of us can be butchers not all of us are Chicken.
I am the optimistic crested crane flying on the long pole of great expectation
that someday this will all be but a nostalgic memory that does sicken.
My thick blood flows through those left in the struggle to bring true equality
so quit grieving, I am a sacrifice for fear, hurt and misery to stop being our true cost of living
I did not die for nothing if anything I died for everything
I died "For God and my country".
819 · Nov 2018
Calm & Storm
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2018
It's crazy but her smile is the shine I crave
when the mellow orb of dawn hits the sky
her voice the melody I wish was weaved in her chorus
am no gambler yet if she were a risky bet I swear my luck I'd try
since she's a solace that can't be found even in the Pacific waters.
I long for her like a despondent refugee aches for home
her absence is hell, heaven is her presence, she's my calm and storm
the white canvas upon which I want to paint my love
and redefine the plot of my life story, she could be my wife
the missing piece to the puzzle of my 'turmoiled' heart
and definitely an incision deeper than my first cut.
she's the star I look for when the night swallows the sun
when it gets cold the only flames I want to burn
as nothing compares to the warmth she radiates
I treasure her like a baby loves its mother,
I fear losing her like a little child afraid of the dark
she's faith that gets me through, the reason I survive
for in a world flooded with melancholy she's my Ark
I was dead to the world, she came and made me feel alive
she pulled me out of deep doldrums, from a despair so grave...
she must be the one, my infinite sleepover
a purpose for the rest of my life, maybe I was born to love her.
816 · Jun 2016
Whoever
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
said all songs come to an end
had never listened to this
everlasting beautiful
melody of my
melancholy.
814 · Jun 2015
HE HURT YOU CRAZY
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
I'm sorry I thought it was a game
I'm sorry I played with your pain
I'm sorry you mistook me for him
I'm sorry I have no chance to explain
It's all I can, not even once I swear on my soul
Could I imagine being mistaken for Paul
Someone mistook me for her husband, I mistook it for a game :((
810 · May 2015
BURDENS
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
It's those with teeth that God gives meat
He doesn't give burdens to them not fit
810 · Mar 2018
Millennium
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2018
On a brighter note,
the 1000 poems I wrote
to get over you might
change a million
lives someday,
so thank you for
the Heartbreak...
It was probably the
best lecture life's
ever given me...
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