tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65928555521999515212024-03-12T16:54:28.399-07:00The River Of Words FlowspoetryKavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-86905667932012540862013-05-16T10:58:00.001-07:002013-05-16T10:58:18.390-07:00GREY AREAS.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13.5pt;">” It is a shame that I do it for fame, It is a shame
that it is but a game. I have been adorned by all forms of precious metal but
no word from you yet. I have been adorned by all forms of earthly praise, but
none from you yet. My belly is fat and my slumber lengthy but I still
worry.....but I am still empty.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">It is socially unacceptable, in most Christian circles, to hold an
opinion on these grey areas especially if you have been told ' IT IS WRONG!'
all your life. But frankly being Kenyan and an 8-4-4 child, breathing is wrong.
Why don't we ever jump in that fountain at Westgate? Why don't we climb the
elephants at Nakumatt and take pictures? Why can't you just break into a dance
in the middle of Nairobi streets, besides the fact that you might be mugged 5
ways from Sunday? Why is it wrong to have a pet chicken.....ok this last
question may not be appropriate or have anything to do with what we are talking
about but my point here is, have we not be bred to be robots who chant ' I am
Kavosa! I want to be a Lawyer! Music, fashion and acting careers are for people
with no future! I cannot laugh, giggle or show affection in public! If I do not
go to church each Sunday, my Mother's friends will Gossip about her!' Grey
areas my friend....we are getting there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">Social ethics
are what drives many believers, me included. From the way we dress,
what career paths we choose, how we make our parents look to the neighbours and
their friends, who we date, lest you date that guy with the funny looking
dreads from down the street whose always having parties, all these things play
a big part in defining what we consider morally correct. I have to have certain
friends who don't drink, hang out with them all the time so guys can be like eh
I've chanukad. Although I still drink once in a while but I don't get high
which is what is wrong. Besides the Bible in Proverbs says avoid
alcohol...AVOID......not DO NOT DRINK....so I'm okay. Plus when I'm high I know
myself, so I can get high if I want. I even smoke weed and I'm chilled. One
thing I know I can never do is have sex when I'm in that state. NEVER! I'm not
that crazy. Anyway, I love Jesus and He's the only one who can judge me.....but
these guys for church can't know I drink.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">The thing is,
you can't say it like it is especially when everyone is snooping, consulting,
gossiping, judging your behavioural temperaments to figure out
whether your worthy or whether it is more convenient for them to bring to the
surface your hypocrisies and indiscretions because these are not your
friends your are speaking to. Noooo. They are not your family, loved ones,
blood. They are sinners just like you with secrets of their own which they are
not willing to share and you talking about these 'grey areas' is a threat to
their social standing. At this moment anyone within an earshot of your message
(about drugs, alcohol, sex...especially sex...) is a foe with a hoe ready at
hand to dig deep in the ground a place for you to be buried. You and your 'grey
areas.' And when it is all said and done, they'll be like " Heeeyyyy...you
dug your own grave son. You know we don't like to talk about those things in
these parts."(<i>said in a southern accent</i>)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">You see as
young people, our worlds are set so far apart from God at times its even
depressing. These so called 'activities' we are engaging in, why are we doing
them? Is it that we want to fit in? As a newly<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>saved<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></b>Christian, I find myself getting
over enthusiastic about being down for whatever plan that involves Church and
the like and I wonder if I am doing it for the glory of God or for my own
Satisfaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Kalinga;">Romans 11:36- 'Everything Comes from
God alone. Everything lives by His power and everything is for His
glory.' <o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">God put us on
this earth for His pleasure. I know it sounds selfish but kindly ask yourself,
He has given you life, love, hope, joy everything that you own, it is because
God has made it possible and all He asks is for you to love Him, to trust Him,
to talk to Him, to get to know Him, to obey Him...basically have a relationship
with Him. Is that still selfish? How about the fact that each time you fall
short, instead of Him stripping you of the life you have, He gives you time to
repent and always forgives when you ask...always! How many times will you
forgive a friend who steals your money or hits on your girlfriend or boyfriend.
By the way, I find it HAAAARD to forgive friends who betray me. There are a few
who can testify as to being collateral damage and I need to find them and
forgive them because I have been forgiven myself. Call me if I am talking about
you!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">The reason I
brought up grey areas is because we get lost in this<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>seeking Christ</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>agenda and think that if we stop
smoking, drinking, having sex e.t.c God will love us more and we will be better
than all the sinners we left behind and now we are automatically going to
heaven. Then to make it worse, we do not talk about our struggles. Mostly
because the people in the Church can be so unforgiving.....so unforgiving. We
sit and proclaim at the top of our voices that God is faithful and He has
delivered us from sin yet we haven't let him in yet. That mango that looks so
amazing from the outside but inside is just rotten. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">Why are we not
asking God what is necessary for us to grow as Christians as opposed to
conforming to social norms? How are we glorifying God by denying him the
opportunity to help us understand what He really wants for us? Did you know
salvation is Christ seeking you not the other way around? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">There is
nothing you can do to make Him love you more. His love is enough. You and the
prostitute, drunkard, man who sexually abused a child, even the MPigs......He
loves us all the same. All He is asking of you is to get down on your knees and
praise Him, call Him Father and acknowledge His love through the sacrifice He
made by sending His Son to die for us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">Somewhere
in Ephesians if I'm not wrong, God says..."It is in your
weakness that my power is made perfect." To be saved isn't
"hey......look at us...the strong ones....flex...flex......we are
resilient!We are tough!I don't sin......watchutalkinabout!" Be sure!!This
corner right here....I think the devil enjoys when we don't talk about our sins
amongst Christians. He wants it to drown you to the point you're screaming on
the inside but no one can hear. No one wants to talk about the grey areas.
Eventually you crush and burn. Coincidentally the most common sin amongst us is
sexual imorality and we don't talk about it. You just see a baby then everyone
is like 'hmmmmmm.......cheki huyo dame!'<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Kalinga;">This is why I
chose to call this long lecture grey areas. Because our lives are characterised
by us trying so hard to do what we consider the right thing by seeking the
Light so to speak, that is Jesus but our minds are clouded by the darkness of
this world and our own pride.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>Grey:
a colour that is produced by mixing black and white paint.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-48205165113947392792013-05-03T03:15:00.000-07:002013-05-06T02:37:59.217-07:00OBSESSED ABOUT THE FUTURE<br />
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the past I had chastised my spirit. Now it is in a worn and torn form like it
got hit by the bomb called life and it is clear that this weapon is
nuclear and when I peer into my future like a naive deer crossing the road, not
expecting to be steered off life's course by an unconscious human
behind the steer who happens to be in too much of a rush to peer into the oncoming
traffic, cross cutting traffic such as the deer; I realize that I know
nothing."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> I believe I spend too
much time thinking about my future. Many of us do really. I do it because I
would like to think there is a better life ahead of me. One filled with joy and
abundant luxuries. The number of times I have dreamed of what my house will
look like! Picket fence outlining a yard covered by the greenest grass this
side of the Indian ocean. Two or three white dogs, I don't care what breed. I
just want them to be so white when you look at them, you feel like taking a
shower. A tall dark and handsome man mowing the lawn. That's my husband. He used
to be a rugby player before starting his own company. What kind of business is
he running? I don't know but he is RICH! Legal money of course and I get to buy
all the shoes his fortune can afford. I could just die:):):) He works so hard
and he is so prrrreeeeeeettttty....sigh. My kids will have amazing hair and all
the neighbors kids will want to play with them because they are so preettttty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> Enough of the rambling. I
know women like to pretend they are down to earth and wouldn't mind a
struggling man and average looking kids you know. As long as you're happy and
love each other blahblahblah..... Which is true, we shall all have to settle
because unfortunately your life has already been planned and the dreams you
want to come true are probably not what you need and will remain just that,
dreams! This however, does not mean it's time to become
a cynic because life sucks and my husband is broke. Look at
him....'even his breathing pisses me off..mmh!'<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> That is how most of us
become. Because we have created such high expectations for our lives, we get
lost in the awesomeness of it all and forget that the determining factors of
what your life will be like is based on what you do in the present to actualize
that future. We get sucked into this lifestyle of, 'there are no good men,'
because 'good' in this instance means he can afford to take me to dinner every
other day and still pay the bills. Men do it as well...talking about how it is
so hard to find a good woman nowadays. They are just gold diggers, want to use
you and they can't even cook!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> To be honest, I get
confused with the gold digger argument. Most men my age still depend on their
parents so I do not think you are anywhere near the "gold diggers'" radar.
She is out there confusing some unsuspecting thirty-something year old man with
his own house and car. However, if your parents are gracious with their
fortune, you should bear in mind that women will look at you differently. A
humble life is much more fulfilling I can assure you and if you have
to tone down on how accessible things are for you, do it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">To identify who are your real friends, do
normal things like jav once in a while, don't pay the full bill,give to charity
or even try save that money. How is this safe guarding your future? It helps
you avoid disappointment that can affect your future relationships.
Without you even knowing it, you will begin distrusting everyone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">We are human and sooner or later we get tired
of being taken advantage of. We develop insecurities in our friendships. I know
guys don't like the word 'insecure' but truth be told, all of us are insecure
about many things. These insecurities can lead to making emotional decisions
which at times become counterproductive. For instance dropping current friends
and moving from one clique to another trying to figure out who you are likely
to identify with better, which group of people are likely to be honest with you
and not try reap what they can sow, so to speak, from the friendship. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">This goes back to what I was talking about,
the future. Who you are now has a direct link to what you will be like. Make
sure the decisions you make today do not come and haunt you in the future. We
need to be careful we are not piling up rubble of unwanted consequences which
will soon come tumbling down on us and we'll be looking for those 'fake'
friends to come to our rescue and they'll be gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Society has become shallow and materialistic.
Men only want riches because women only want men with riches or so it
appears.We pick our close friends based on how they were brought up and how
much money they have, forgetting that friendships should be based on love. We
think if we hang out with people who talk about how much wealth they will have
in the years to come, somehow that wealth will multiply itself into our bank
accounts and alas.....like magic we will all live the same lifestyle, date the
same people and have all the things money can buy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Just to clarify, God already has a plan for
you. It's only a matter of time you sat and you heard it. If you think you can
fight hard enough to avoid doing His will because it does not fit into what you
consider your lifestyle, be sure. He has never and is not about to lose a
fight. He won already and if you want to win as well, seek to fulfil His
will. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">I may never marry that hot man nor afford to
buy shampoo for three white dogs because it isn't in God's plan. My husband
might be a struggler....sufferer with an<span class="apple-converted-space"><i> </i></span><i>arra-erro</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>accent and not a very small forehead.
Combine his forehead and mine, you get a<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>kavosalet<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></i>who might have problems making
friends in school because the world is mean and people with giant foreheads are
not easily accepted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">So we all need to stop fantasizing about the
future and start praying that God guides us each day to work hard in whatever
we are doing at this moment. Have a plan, for sure but don't let this plan take
over your life that you forget to enjoy the present. He tells us not to worry
but to put all our wishes before Him through prayer and whatever we ask for, we
shall receive. I know you're thinking, 'But now if I want to be Rich?!' It is
as confusing to me as it is to you and I am not going to attempt to understand
what God meant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;"> However, this is what I think. All
these earthly possession we seek, be it power, wealth, human affection, they
are all for the sake of being happy. Everyone wants to be happy. It is the one
thing we all have in common and you know what's even better than happiness?
Joy. Do you know who gives you joy? Read Galatians 5:22. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', sans-serif;">Kavosa Assava<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-63500810716424584242013-04-30T01:04:00.001-07:002013-05-03T00:07:47.241-07:00There is someone in the DarknessIn darkness you come to me like no other light I have ever had the privilege of setting my sights on, and I am then happy..no, happiness does not definitively describe what my inner most intimate feels, not what my heart can formulate consonants whose meaning travel to my windpipe and out I breathe the words I so desperately want you to hear.<br />
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You are a being so complete with flaws whose sores are masked by earthly beauties that my pride curtsies at their perfect nature. And I am more than gracious to welcome you into my spacious dome dedicated to meticulated worship of the ground you walk on through words I find so hard articulated but cannot help myself, stop myself, restrain myself.<br />
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I have had the rumor, the whispers, the stories people tell. Tales of this being who not so rudely barges into your private dwelling and dishevels all your belongings.Who are you master of the darkness, spirit dweller, light bearer? I did not invite you in nor kick you out. Yet you make me sin without a doubt. I did not wish for your existence nor cast you away. Instead I bowed at your eminence<br />
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Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-84948893508815890092013-03-06T07:33:00.000-08:002013-03-06T07:33:49.479-08:00Correction and DesciplineA bad choice is like a dizzy spell,<br />
Keeps you going round and round in circles,<br />
The path remains the same,<br />
The road just maps out steps already taken,<br />
.....retracing not tracing,<br />
This is not a new pursuit,<br />
This is not a new stride <br />
But a tracking device,<br />
Another has been here,<br />
Therefore you are but a follower<br />
You are no leader....<br />
The unfortunate thing is if who you follow is yourself,<br />
You have learned nothing...I'm afraid....nothingKavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-91270685930739101102012-05-02T22:24:00.003-07:002012-05-02T22:24:32.473-07:00The River that flows<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The horses had been ridden,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The wars had been fought,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The lands had been conquered,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By the time we got there.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The cows had been milked,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The chicken had been slaughtered,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So before us is a banquet,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Of mouth watering opportunities,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That salivate my drive to extremities,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That touch skies beyond my limits,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And I learn the worth of just a minute.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Some just like to watch,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A bearded man chose purity,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No wine, No concubine,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Unlike the swine,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Who found it fine,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To just watch,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Horses being ridden,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wars being fought,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Lands being conquered.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He has nothing to call his own,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So insecure,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deflecting faults off himself,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I can feel bad about being myself,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Daring to dream he knows not how,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So for those who can,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To put down he so knows how.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What good is a man with no ambition,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What good is a man who flows with the river,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Instead of being the river that flows.</span><br />
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<b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>
<br />Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-3490151930765694082012-02-12T09:24:00.001-08:002012-02-13T12:09:24.238-08:00Letters to Myself... "Politically Concious"My black nails,<br />
Sing of wails that fail,<br />
Because of an attachment,<br />
So unattractive,<br />
That fills me with pain,<br />
In my blood vessels that pump with strain,<br />
That burgundy liquid through scarlet flesh,<br />
Through to my limp heart,<br />
That fills with that pain,<br />
From black nails,<br />
That sing wails that fail.<br />
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Innocent foetus I have been,<br />
But saved I have been,<br />
For some it is not the same,<br />
For some,<br />
It is innocent foetus that has not been,<br />
Aborted clear of the world,<br />
I have breathed life,<br />
An air of filth,<br />
But I have breathed life,<br />
I have been blessed to see love of a mother so destroyed,<br />
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With their slings they sting,<br />
My spine whose strength I walk,<br />
Through hills and valleys,<br />
On land,<br />
In the sea,<br />
In space,<br />
In my dreams,<br />
My spine that enables me to bring,<br />
The pennies of my sweaty brow,<br />
The pennies of my swollen feet,<br />
The pennies of my broken heart.<br />
<br />
For longer than you and I know,<br />
They have held the arrow and bow,<br />
From their black nails like mine, they crow,<br />
Like white masters that left so long ago,<br />
We grieve over unfruitful seeds we sew,<br />
That have been stolen right in front of our door,<br />
And the thief has hands that are sore,<br />
Possessed by greed and absent of compassion,<br />
They threw it away and it landed on the floor,<br />
Right in front of our door.<br />
<br />
Do you love me now?<br />
I am neither rich nor poor,<br />
I am nothing in need of a cure,<br />
Do you love me now?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-22068526660444756902012-01-16T10:28:00.000-08:002012-01-16T10:28:36.771-08:00Letters to Myself....To be who I am To who Iam Not.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikr4eADjiKVc1D4i9X2pjDtW1uJA7O-YDDZehdQBiQPXBNxoPYQOdu6c5eSI6TAZs-SjE58AeRnoK3gJZcieiq2ryL_iz5-xKQd8rRk3IF4ac2pJS4oGnq7M24hDnE0EJZl0ifPK_I_mk/s1600/025+-+CG+Artwork+Wallpapers+Collection-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikr4eADjiKVc1D4i9X2pjDtW1uJA7O-YDDZehdQBiQPXBNxoPYQOdu6c5eSI6TAZs-SjE58AeRnoK3gJZcieiq2ryL_iz5-xKQd8rRk3IF4ac2pJS4oGnq7M24hDnE0EJZl0ifPK_I_mk/s320/025+-+CG+Artwork+Wallpapers+Collection-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>If I could fit at the top of a mountain line,<br />
I would seat and watch the world intertwine,<br />
As people whined and sighed over life's unforgiving signs,<br />
I would seat and watch as they intertwined,<br />
As people burst in the confusion and twirled in inconclusive illusions,<br />
I would seat and watch as they intertwined.<br />
I wish so desperately for seconds in a day to be alone,<br />
To remind myself of what I am in my soul,<br />
For confinement in my mind rediscovering that person sole....LY,<br />
Never letting go of what I have been told,<br />
To chew and swallow all that the world throws,<br />
Whether hot or cold.<br />
Because around all these demons,<br />
You forget your cute little ribbons<br />
of innocence, that transform into little horns,<br />
Of deceit,<br />
Numerous characters of you you have built,<br />
To paint little mirages of deceit,<br />
Numerous tongues you have slipped,<br />
Little words of deceit,<br />
To deceive the demons,<br />
But you only deceive yourself.<br />
You are who you are when alone,<br />
Unbathed by flowery scented oils that mask your odour,<br />
Untouched by airs beyond your vacuum that blow away your delicate leaves,<br />
So if I could seat at the top of a mountain line,<br />
I would sing with the birds,<br />
Breath with the trees,<br />
Fly with the clouds,<br />
For we would be who we really are.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-80882237663299819992012-01-15T09:29:00.000-08:002012-01-15T09:29:52.229-08:00Letters to Myself....The Sad FeelingI started off writing this poem about someone,<br />
But then I lost myself on line one,<br />
<br />
So I lay on my back,<br />
Staring at the stars,<br />
And it was like staring at something that twinkles from afar,<br />
But when near...fades...dwindles,<br />
<br />
It was like staring at something that,<br />
Could have been,<br />
Should have been<br />
But wouldn't be... will never be,<br />
<br />
So I lay on my back,<br />
When I should be prostrate on your heart,<br />
Feeling its beat inches away like it was mine,<br />
Feeling that heat of undying love,<br />
<br />
However, it is fine,<br />
Because maybe that feeling,<br />
Of every beat speaking,<br />
Of something,<br />
<br />
Something so deep,<br />
So steep,<br />
One cannot overclimb, overcome,<br />
Or claim over time,<br />
<br />
Was too much a painful flame,<br />
I would not be able to understand,<br />
Appreciate or love in its time, or..<br />
Over time,<br />
<br />
And I am so sad...so sad,<br />
So mad...so mad....so sad,<br />
<br />
I started off writing this poem about someone,<br />
But instead I lay on my back,<br />
Staring at the stars,<br />
That could have been,<br />
Should have been,<br />
But...I am so sad.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-92171276128447679232011-12-07T22:55:00.000-08:002011-12-07T22:55:18.275-08:00Memoriesso today I am so mad because this journalist called the Kenyan youth lost alcoholics who had no interest in culture, art or reading. Then the government can't pay doctors coz they are too busy buying themselves chairs that cost 400,000 shillings each. My poem has nothing to do with the above topics but it is an expression of my interests in poetry so in a sense I am making a point here. There productive young Kenyans whose work needs to be respected. So that quack who writes nonsense about us can go jump off a tree in slow motion.Happy reading:)<br />
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My conscious mind,<br />
Where memories lie,<br />
Speak of times behind,<br />
Me they lie,<br />
Speak of times no longer I find,<br />
So easily they fly.<br />
<br />
Memories they call them,<br />
Memories,<br />
So fond they are of them.<br />
<br />
They perform an ensemble,<br />
Together; maestros,<br />
With every entry of nostalgic title,<br />
Together; epochs,<br />
That capture moments so vital,<br />
Moments so futile,<br />
Together;<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-30487330722157244652011-12-05T09:59:00.000-08:002011-12-05T10:17:08.958-08:00I saw her runningbeen away for while, maybe because I had nothing new but I'm BACK!! When I'm stuck in writing I do these short poems of things I have seen that make me think how life is different for each person,,,,,,happy reading:)<br />
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I saw her running,<br />
She ran like the child,<br />
Head to the skies,<br />
In hope... with hopes.<br />
<br />
So mundane a child,<br />
So trusting she is of earth,<br />
So unmoved by its wild,<br />
So untouched by its lies.<br />
<br />
We are so different,<br />
Me and her,<br />
So trustworthy of earth,<br />
It will only hurt her,<br />
To be so trustworthy.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-89908338398306148042011-11-14T08:11:00.000-08:002011-11-14T08:11:54.275-08:00SARAH KAY performs "A LOVE LETTER ..."<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BIAQENsqcuM?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="270"></iframe>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-29652989174338582452011-11-14T08:04:00.000-08:002011-11-14T08:05:27.216-08:00Brace My Heart<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So again I was writing during class, I know, I know, but I can't help myself. Words just wrote themselves in this one, I have trouble understanding it but I think the 'poet':) was trying to talk about finding some place safe in a world that constantly tests. Happy Reading:)</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I see trees in the midst of all this commotion,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">All in motion,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In quiet devotion,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Vocation to stand tall,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">To not be moved.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I see innocent eyes in the midst of all this commotion,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">All in motion,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">In quiet devotion,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Vocation to visionary dreams,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">To seat on mountain tops.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Methinks of the ghouls that await innocent eyes sordidly,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Methinks of the tangent path that deviates the poor souls idly,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A tree grows straight,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But eyes are tamed by the king of the air,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The lover of all things worldly.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He is a vile despondent,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He counts evil at his fingertips,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And captures the weak at their moment,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Trees soar through to higher grounds,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Grow to touch the sky,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">For them it is easy,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But eyes soar through evils,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoMOmASLdiAyoI6N_WRI2Qt5PCEdJp3TSfYbg7KCMrhK2ySbuXVlZJlZQUJXbkmpPpoGlPxHXB2_r4IWlkVu5DLqe8pvlhaCHhW-AJvX3PRePkT5n24AkA8YjmhQ2Lw9VGUeTeqi89KY/s1600/1+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAoMOmASLdiAyoI6N_WRI2Qt5PCEdJp3TSfYbg7KCMrhK2ySbuXVlZJlZQUJXbkmpPpoGlPxHXB2_r4IWlkVu5DLqe8pvlhaCHhW-AJvX3PRePkT5n24AkA8YjmhQ2Lw9VGUeTeqi89KY/s320/1+3.jpg" width="320" /></a>Despots,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Vicious creatures that cling to their ankles,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">They do not see it easy.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Lord brace my heart before the vile one,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">A tree I would love to be,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But an eye is what I am,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So, brace my heart,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">For I wish to be,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">More than what I am.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-30451862981977201392011-11-13T10:23:00.000-08:002011-11-13T10:23:26.449-08:00Sade - Babyfather<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XoHWjG6LUsA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="270"></iframe>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-9801781726079339422011-11-11T11:38:00.000-08:002011-11-11T11:38:12.844-08:00Talib Kweli - Def Poetry Jam<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sGvZ9aXg5Xs?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-57026378418546114892011-11-11T03:04:00.000-08:002011-11-11T03:04:48.642-08:00When I Became a Man<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QRISRapn4zI?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-41366336376616628972011-11-10T14:05:00.000-08:002013-04-30T01:05:00.008-07:00Nobody hears the screams.Hi everyone:) It's been a few days but this is something new. My inspiration for this comes or came from a story I read about this girl in Europe whose father kept her captive and sexually assaulted her for 24 years. We are living in a period where no one really knows what goes on in peoples homes and if we could take a moment to think of those who have been forced into sexual relations without their consent.....lets do what we can, even if its just one prayer...<br />
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These four walls, they are so tall,<br />
Behind these four walls, so tall,<br />
My body he will maul,<br />
It has become a stall,<br />
Where he shops for my innocence with his balls,<br />
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And what is left?<br />
<br />
When it started I was younger,<br />
After years you begin to wonder,<br />
Of him I was fonder,<br />
Before the four walls that are so tall,<br />
<br />
I stare at the stacks of plates in the corner,<br />
I have eaten my last supper,<br />
Many A time I have eaten my last supper,<br />
But it has been time since his last visit,<br />
The last... It nearly killed me... Blood,<br />
It has been a while since his last visit.<br />
<br />
My spirit is on the wane,<br />
My foot is on the waggle,<br />
He knows me like no other should,<br />
I know his cane like no other should.<br />
<br />
It has been time since his last visit,<br />
But I can tell you how meticulous he is,<br />
No one knows,<br />
No one hears,<br />
Not the screams,<br />
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I guess death is an ambient sound.<br />
<br />
It has been time since his last visit,<br />
But I can tell you, meticulous he is,<br />
I hear his footsteps from miles away,<br />
Their rhythms matching my rhythms, <br />
So I pretend to sleep... He knows sleep,<br />
I am not it.<br />
<br />
So he slips in me,<br />
My mind leaves me,<br />
He pounds my flesh,<br />
I lay their still feeling nothing,<br />
Soon he will get off and be off,<br />
And I would have given my pound of flesh,<br />
<br />
It has been time since his last visit,<br />
But I hear footsteps from miles away,<br />
Yet they cannot hear my screams,<br />
Maybe death is an ambient sound,<br />
Beyond these four walls so tall.<br />
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<b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>
Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-376957419251526522011-11-04T11:33:00.000-07:002011-12-07T11:16:44.889-08:00To Find You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicBoHI54myKgP1uO3zywOCCcj9Kcb4I-oICIlmvh_fy8Z91BsVZP6dGi5hpjq7FaLTa5X9Q45O0Dl8r8VPkkcO2nyuyUgLXx4Nd_hyphenhyphen3-bqMGUOCzpKMfBQcI-1bvj0TsMvqRx1kb7W19c/s1600/WallpaperPackMortallity%252CPart+34+-+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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Life moves on,<br />
Time falls with sand in the hour glass,<br />
I lay asleep so I can go back to my dreams,<br />
To find you,<br />
<br />
I paint pictures of the lines around your perfect face,<br />
Your perfect lips,<br />
That once kissed mine,<br />
Around your decoy eyes,<br />
That once touched mine,<br />
That lured my soul into that ball of fire within you,<br />
That burned cold,<br />
Froze my heart sold.<br />
<br />
I go back to my dreams to find you,<br />
But your gone,<br />
My heart once sold is now torn,<br />
At the silent sounds of your wind blown,<br />
To you I am drawn,<br />
So my trinkets I will pawn,<br />
To the Shylock of the lovelorn,<br />
My trifles I will trade,<br />
To the Shylock of the lovelorn,<br />
<br />
Maybe If I do,<br />
He will clear the stockade between I and my love,<br />
Maybe, If I do,<br />
He will stomp over the evils between me and my love,<br />
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</div>So I lay asleep.....<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b> </div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-24693138264860764712011-11-02T05:29:00.000-07:002012-05-02T22:53:10.299-07:00"So Good"<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Eyes,they pierce into the soul,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">His...stab mine,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Hands melt skin,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">His...burn mine,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">I feel him breathe over my neck,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Inhale..Exhale..Inhale..Exhale,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Over my neck,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Feel his chin rug, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Sweep across my collar bone,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">His mean mug,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Breathing over my neck,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Maness is what it is,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Maness!</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And you know...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Maybe I shouldn't...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">But it feels so good.</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">He mowed down that girl in me,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">That little fickle mess,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And yes...in me he left Woman,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">That multifarious little fickle mess,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">He took her apart, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And made me Woman,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">I used to scamper like mice,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">form wall to wall,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">hiding,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">But now...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Now I move like,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Speak like,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Think like A woman,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And it feels ...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">So so so so so so good!</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Maybe I shouldn't,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">But you know...</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">I'm in the mood,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And I'm not afraid,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">To say that I'm feelin this dude,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And I can no longer brood, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">So insistently in front of him I stood,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And said "I love You,"</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Coz I'm in the mood, </span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Coz I'm not afraid,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Coz I'm feelin this dude,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">Coz I can no longer brood,</span></div>
<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;">And just coz it feels,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">So so so so so so good!</span></div>
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<b>Kavosa Assava</b></div>
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<br /></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-87702731674904799672011-11-01T06:36:00.000-07:002011-11-01T06:38:21.460-07:00Woman Utero is Us!<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcagDdmHPM2JkUeEvijnSZgwAB85Fn_FQ_B2lcjRez7h3GWCajOUWyfZ8TbWq9C-ARbKz8xZAbnHBgtnq3WpR99ZuHa4VAMAPRh5uzjItdL1GqleN7buCm88VduTiDF_kIrHV7EyDsr8/s1600/9+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwcagDdmHPM2JkUeEvijnSZgwAB85Fn_FQ_B2lcjRez7h3GWCajOUWyfZ8TbWq9C-ARbKz8xZAbnHBgtnq3WpR99ZuHa4VAMAPRh5uzjItdL1GqleN7buCm88VduTiDF_kIrHV7EyDsr8/s320/9+7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;">It is the size of a small pear,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yet it can give you pain impossible to bare,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It can fit on the palm of your hand,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Yet create a living being who can hold the crown of this land,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One who has emerged from a birth so painful, </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To live a life so sinful,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To make a change so meaningful.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Honestly I would prefer a scrotum and all its burden,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Much prefer testosterone over the uterus that is my warden,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Coz look... I am socialized to clean, mother,submit,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My dreams I cannot meet</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because I must bare seed,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My goals I cannot reach</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because I must teach,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Satisfaction I cannot breathe</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Because I must feed.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Feed those who will grow to do as they feel,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Living me behind to continue fighting</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">this enemy made out of steel,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It cannot break,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is the hand of God,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Or should I say hand of Eve,Will of God,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I must sob,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sob over my uterus,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Sob over being a woman.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Kavosa Assava</span></span></b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-30267785307752053892011-10-31T21:45:00.000-07:002011-11-01T04:40:27.523-07:00Don't Go Far Off- Pablo Neruda<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I'm a bit late this morning but i really want post something from this talented and highly acclaimed guy called Pablo Neruda. He is from South America, Chile I think. When he was alive he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature and is Number 2 in top 500 poets. What I love about his work is that its very passionate, if he loved you, in a poem that is, he loooooveeed you! Another thing is he wrote all his poems in green ink, which happens to be my favorite color. It was his color of hope</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</style><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /> <br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Don't leave me, even for an hour, because </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> then the little drops of anguish will all run together, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> into me, choking my lost heart. </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /> <br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /> <br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> because in that moment you'll have gone so far </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, </span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?</span> </span></span>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-63630094420478975392011-10-31T10:46:00.000-07:002011-10-31T10:52:16.245-07:00Brown Eyes, Black Eyes.<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brown and Black eyes,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Spirits of dry inanimate souls,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Speak of retired hoes,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That dig no more,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Speak of dishonored bows,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That lost their arrows,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Speak of rings of fire blown,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Combusted flames of sorrow,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is dark, no wait...It is no more.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brown and Black eyes,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Visions of tomorrows landing,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of a plane that never took off,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Visions of a peasants yield,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">From a cow that was never milked,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Visions of prospect,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That we expect and infect</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">our minds with vision but...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is dark, no wait...It is no more.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I creep into my mother's bed,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lay where my father would lay,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">he is dead...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I place my head,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> On that pillow where her tears would stain,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">She opens her eyes,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Brown and Black eyes,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_gmBXl3JenF_U7oZn0g5v2-Qxkq2GnpR9wCOUSA0kLNPDw-9a0ElM_5wO4XZSw9D_DASnNr919Y40Gn0P-4JQAVZ3LlGhcWLO2M065hUriBDQAwCOkIX4uW3Evq_DcHG9Dm18eS9lZQ/s1600/%255BWallpapersMania.nnm.ru%255D_vol84-021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_gmBXl3JenF_U7oZn0g5v2-Qxkq2GnpR9wCOUSA0kLNPDw-9a0ElM_5wO4XZSw9D_DASnNr919Y40Gn0P-4JQAVZ3LlGhcWLO2M065hUriBDQAwCOkIX4uW3Evq_DcHG9Dm18eS9lZQ/s320/%255BWallpapersMania.nnm.ru%255D_vol84-021.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">She wore her cloak,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That cloak you wear when you have brown and black eyes.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is Africa,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Disease and Death is all you see</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So we wear it for you to see,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Hunger and poverty is all you see,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So we wear it...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So you can feel pity and say,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Poor Africa...Poor little dark continent,"</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And our leaders laugh,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Your leaders laugh.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My mother...she said,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">"My child, I have great pain,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But fear not, we will find bail,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rest under my mane,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">For your father is gone,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am all alone,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If we have nothing, we have love,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is a cycle,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And when you can find the point at which its circumference ends,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then you will have known the limit of my love.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Kavosa Assava</b> </span></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">They went home and told their wives, <br />
that never once in all their <a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-went-home/"><span class="klink">lives</span></a>, <br />
had they known a girl like me, <br />
But... They went home.<br />
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They said my house was licking clean, <br />
no word I spoke was ever mean, <br />
I had an air of mystery, <br />
But... They went home.<br />
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My praises were on all men's lips, <br />
they liked my smile, my wit, my hips, <br />
they'd spend one night, or two or three.<br />
But... <br />
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<tr> <td style="padding: 0cm;"><div class="MsoNormal">Create Date</div></td> <td style="padding: 0cm;"><div class="MsoNormal">:<o:p></o:p></div></td> <td style="padding: 0cm;"><div class="MsoNormal">Saturday, June 18, 2005<o:p></o:p></div></td> </tr>
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</tbody></table>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-12156379562194919252011-10-30T10:25:00.000-07:002011-10-30T20:53:47.998-07:00God Is Love.<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga94usY_7Jxt1MmLtFkTnlk3OFx5p3c0U24aVgg1sd9ONPlkpHhOedFHQksZ5Qn9ipJ2fzDJJFNZiBy69O3BOw9ii3tKJ-AbREha5d2uFJtdCSre0Ho4fWUrjxuOBGF072hkS38cUB5ms/s1600/121775200576.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga94usY_7Jxt1MmLtFkTnlk3OFx5p3c0U24aVgg1sd9ONPlkpHhOedFHQksZ5Qn9ipJ2fzDJJFNZiBy69O3BOw9ii3tKJ-AbREha5d2uFJtdCSre0Ho4fWUrjxuOBGF072hkS38cUB5ms/s320/121775200576.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">God is love,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I love you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So if what i feel for you is God,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We cannot, </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We will not.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">By principle,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It is simple,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I live to glorify,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So I will notify,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just in case the message didn't get to you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let me teach you, </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not please you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not satisfy you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let me elevate you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am on another level,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So level,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But then again,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I do not wish to surpass you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Belittle you...no!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It befits the purpose,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">To act so pompous,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Like a bird spreading its tasseled feathers,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Tearing through the wind,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Only to be skinned...no!</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I only wish to teach you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not please you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not satisfy you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let me elevate you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Make you see my Father,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The way I see my Father,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Desire my Father,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Without Him life only gets harder,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And you will only get madder,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So let me teach you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not please you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not satisfy you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But elevate you my brother.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If when you look at me,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Bumps, humps and sex is all you see,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If raw, hot pores breathing lustful desires is all you see,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If songs of sinful wet scents is all you see,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">If soft nakedness is all you see,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AyloC_xjPt3CpcIH9H83RQdwCobTOGuCa_TrOPhAgeeeaj3dX_GEkXMrhvtxqpCiRai9pJLNOICLcuZqFZDzDKi7ntEucdXGmbulz0mM91opFyhEL0j3xFlOgglqDW46ZS1cCuZ7Z80/s1600/1280%25D1%25851024_%252800113%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AyloC_xjPt3CpcIH9H83RQdwCobTOGuCa_TrOPhAgeeeaj3dX_GEkXMrhvtxqpCiRai9pJLNOICLcuZqFZDzDKi7ntEucdXGmbulz0mM91opFyhEL0j3xFlOgglqDW46ZS1cCuZ7Z80/s320/1280%25D1%25851024_%252800113%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You and I, It cannot be,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You are not ready for me,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You are not ready...</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not ready to be welcomed into my station,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In ordinary fashion, </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You get a pen..a paper,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Take note,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is your orientation.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One night...That night,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One bed...That bed,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We become One by That act,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One act,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">But before my Father.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let me make you see my Father,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The way I see my Father,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Coz I Love you,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">And God is Love,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So if what I feel for you is God,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We cannot,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We will not......</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">Not before my Father.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;"><b>Kavosa Assava </b></span></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592855552199951521.post-20612403978325833202011-10-29T14:09:00.000-07:002011-10-29T14:09:16.669-07:00My Skin<link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CElaine%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"></link><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:HyphenationZone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;">Look at my Skin...<br />
Skin that has been the bane of my existence since the day i was born<br />
Born into a society where Jim Crow holds the law<br />
predjudice is the boss<br />
where being black is your loss<br />
look at my skin..<br />
<br />
See i don't remember...i don't remember the happy days<br />
maybe coz my belly button hadn't healed yet,<br />
and the stench of my mothers insides was my scent<br />
and as it wore off, so did my solace<br />
so did my hopes, my dreams, my peace<br />
see i don't remember...<br />
<br />
It is my skin that has been sold in chains<br />
whipped insane<br />
Scars that only tell a tale of pain<br />
I am still a slave<br />
<br />
I am in desperate search for freedom<br />
My soul burns for freedom<br />
my soul sings for freedom<br />
I am still a slave<br />
<br />
But it is my scars that make me strong<br />
My bitterness that makes me weak<br />
my pain that gives inspiration<br />
my disillusionment that hinders my progression<br />
<br />
So i shall bloom at dawn<br />
when my seeds shall be sewn<br />
planted in the soil as i await to be grown<br />
and no matter what i shall not groan<br />
It is my scars that make me strong<br />
<br />
I am a rose<br />
beautiful, delicate, passionate<br />
I am a rose <br />
don't mess with my thorns<br />
<br />
Look at my skin<br />
black...my black skin<br />
Is'nt it beautiful....delicate<br />
isn't it passionate<br />
<br />
so come all you roses<br />
join me all you beautiful roses<br />
let us intertwine our thorns <br />
and make a delicate garden<br />
with the love we have for our skin<br />
let us show the passion we have for freedom</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-align: right;"><b><span style="font-family: Forte;">KAVOSA ASSAVA<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>Kavosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14646013187770346789noreply@blogger.com3