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Phrank Kankasa May 2018
Beautiful pains

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

The heat is always rising, everything has  been on fire
Today is a painful reminder of why
We should only be getting brighter
And further put it behind us

We are always  standing in the flames
It's never been a beautiful kind of pain
But now we setting  fire to yesterday
Find the light

Today was the tornado warning
Tomorrow is like the morning after
Our world is torn in half
No more waking the mourning process
But rebuilding, we're a work in progress

Tomorrow is a whole new chapter
It's never going to be like an enormous asthma
Thunderstorm has passed us
We weathered it and poked its eye out
With the thorn bush
We will smell the roses

So focused on the bright side
Never looking back
But every day is a new learning curve as we
Steer through life,
sometimes we might not want to swerve
But we have to
To avert a disaster
And permanent damage

But yet we're still alive
Which means we will survive
Although today we may weep because we're weakened
And everything seems so bleak and hopeless
The light that we're seeking
Will begin to seep in
That's the only thing keeping us from leaping the end
And we should be pulling for us to push through this feeling
And with a little time we should do the healing
And by tomorrow we may even feel so good that we are willing to forget even after
And all the things we've been  through
this feeling of resilience is building
And the flames are burning quick as fire would sweep through any building
We're sealed in but we're fireproof, flame retardant, we withstood it

As time passes
Things change every day
The wound will heal, even though the scar still remains the same
But tomorrow today's going down in flames
Throw the match, set the past ablaze
Exhale deep and breathe a sigh of relief
And as we say goodbye to the grief
It's like watching the walls melt in
But we've extinguished this living hell
Still a little piece of us dies as we are living
Rising, a phoenix from the flames
We've have learned with wings that we will fly
Phrank Kankasa Dec 2017
Great wisdom for the aged I pursued
and at many times it got me confused
Phrank Kankasa Jan 2017
Stories are told...even though we may try to imagine
It's not as you may have felt it

You waited for too long, to see a new dawn...
To Shade tears no more
So you can call Africa your home

Hard it was, cold you froze...but didn't give up on what you really wanted the most
At whatever cost...

No sweat no sweet...whatever you did was for our benefit
You made sure you stood on your feet

Now your children are free and safe
Even though we all don't move at the same pace
But there is a smile on every face...
Phrank Kankasa Oct 2016
Bright as it is...its light may appease
Days as these, are usually counted in threes....

To others, it's quiet a fortune,
but gathers a quiet misfortune

Long shadows creep from the darkest deserted places
That shallows happiness to a fearsome looking sad faces

Stories of vampires are told...that about horrors the night would unfold
Wolves howling, as the terror would bring the cold

While the human's behavior becomes strange
It is noticeable with a little change
Different headlines on the front page
But prayers made to make all of this fade....

Its when lovers fall in love....all in pairs with a heart of a dove
Staring at the stars above
Counting the traces they have

Calm silent ocean waves, a bright reflection the lake serves
Down as the river falls...slowly its water flows

A clear sky for a shooting star...and a beautiful wish to make heal my scar.
For those who observe the night changes
Phrank Kankasa Mar 2015
I wish I was  a bird...
Then My songs would be heard by everyone and love it,
I would spread my wings wide and reach every round corner of the world,
Would show  my feathers so everyone will admire them,
Fly high, reach past the nimbus clouds as they would bring forth the rains to nourish the floor of my earth.....

I wish i was like a woman....
My kindness would be so comforting,
Gossip would never leave any part of me,
Though men would think I'm too weak...lets consider it to be Love,
He would know of all my sorrows, and all that troubles my soul...

I wish i was a musician....
My trumpets would bring merry in everyone's heart,
I would sing about life, and tell the troubled souls; Tomorrow's day will be better than the worse seen today,
My voice would be soul, breathe taking,
All i would care about are the women and children, make them believe Life has a purpose on its own
The soft strings of my guitar would pass here to ear and leave a melody to hear....for a life time
Phrank Kankasa Dec 2017
My world was all lit up with bright colors
You were a rainbow in my cloud
And every day began aloud,
Knowing that you'd always be around

So much pride you brought,
swept beneath my feet.
Looked in your eyes, saw a leader,
having the spirit of a noble prize holder

Even in mega frustration, you would blossom...getting all my attention.
Every hug made my heart Realize it was a roasting grill

Your soul engulfed mine so deep!

Alas! My greatest fear became a reality,
With a willingness to keep your sweet soul forever
It is so bitter to realize you were gone
my happiness has been sold
I feel so frigid and wonder; Where did  it go wrong?
You left the stage of my heart clapping as you rubbed me in.
Water from my eyes  always dripping
Hidden passions from deep within like a stream
as i try to let go, Feelings grow deeper
lonely as i walk,
to realize time parted our ways
A personal doctor and a lover I'd lost, until another opportune then I will be able to revive that dying flame, arrest the fears within and rejuvenate me. Memories, however fresh....they will slowly faded
Phrank Kankasa Oct 2015
On the October Seventh
I celebrate my Birthday
Here's what i do;
I walk around
I enjoy all day
and I hum, softly as I go
Finally, I unwrap the feast I've prepared for me and my guests

Then next year,
It happened to pass that way again
This year, I'll make it even better...
"....I'll bring an extra feast for everyone around...."
Phrank Kankasa Oct 2015
Seventh of my greatest celebrations.
It lasts almost a week in the first of the month, And I wait all year for this summer day when the weather goes wild...

All  that week...there's change in me
During the first week of October,
I give full attention to the sky
And every time a streak of light goes shooting through the darkness, I feel my heart shoot out of me

One night i saw a fireball that left a long red blazing trail across the sky

After it was gone, I stood there looking up. not quiet believing what i'd seen
Phrank Kankasa Jul 2018
Let the music drown your sorrows
As the rhythm takes you through its highs and low pitches

Your journey through the lonely tunnel gives no sign of any light at all…
even when holding on means nothing, it's the only thing you will have to do

Your life withers right in front of you, and the chaff dispersed by the whirling wind

Your groaning soul yearning for soothing words
Getting rid of all obscene thoughts
To release a mind of pressure and stress

*Pain Unhinged
Phrank Kankasa Mar 2015
Poor African child....
Sorrows and heartbreaks are all you know,
Promises of a better home you are told,
But yet...
Deeds are so invisible to your clear sparkling naked brown eyes,
Death murdered your own shadow, and follows you everywhere...just a matter of time 'ntill you shake hands,
Melodies of a C4 and tunes of the M16 is all you listen to, as they sing in their killing sounds
Hope has left its own home, your heart...and has found comfort in those who control life,
To them, your life is as that of a fly, 'You live today, you die tomorrow'
Cries of your loved ones as they are being  murdered like wild animals and hunger around you is the best description of your compound,
The life of a slave is better than yours...for a slave has a master but you, you have masters....
Poor African child...the very words you know are; 'When is this going to be over, and see the sun shine above the clouds?'
For Nigeria...
Phrank Kankasa Dec 2017
Great wisdom for the aged I pursued
and at many times it got me confused

In poetry you became my mentor, helped me to discover the knowledge that I held in the inner shelves

In time, we started talking about God, like He was among us
and by His Word we were taught, for this we are made of

Others saw an old man
For my mentor, friend and grandpa Barnabas Chibale
Phrank Kankasa Sep 2016
My Grandmother said this in her native tone of an African Language;                      

My child, we are all born innocent
Knowing neither war nor peace                

The world was created for everyone to live on
Either big or small
But the one purpose of life has long been buried,
To just live life on Earth                              

Even though, fairness is still in everyone,
Deep down in every bone                          

Then evil takes over, giving selfish desires                                                        

But However good we are, or evil we become,
It all depends on our parents
For our childhood affects our adult personality
"The child is father to man"                        

The discipline we get when young, is what makes us who we really are, when older                                                              

What they expose us to, is what your life may turn into                                        

Our backgrounds build our attitudes, perspectives and feelings                            

Some guardians are mocked by demons,
Well others praised by the Angels              

Mostly, it is the evil we choose to govern our hearts
To hate those with less opportunities, and to stick with the privileged                  

It is not the Race, Religion or Language that makes us a good person, but it is how we look at everyone, knowing that all are equal in the eyes of God                          

Imperfection should not even be the excuse, it is just what we let our brains feed on that makes us grow into what we want to be                                              

Then we treat others with less emotions, as though we ourselves are way too immune to their feelings                

It is the evil in me, the evil in you...and in all of us, that makes us hate another person for no reasons                                

It is not what we do or how we live our lives, but how we treat others, our judgment will be based upon                      

Therefore my child, seek your own way...that way which will make you extraordinary, that way that will make  all to  have a smile on their faces when they leave your presence
For the #Leeartz
Phrank Kankasa Oct 2015
I let my Birthday begin when winter ends and when the summer morning light comes
earlier the way it should

Thats when i feel like starting new...
Meaning, I don't wait until the White-winged doves are back from Mexico,
and the Wildflowers
cover the hills
and my favorite Cactus bloom

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