By Eddy Ongili
There must be a way to feel To live
To turn off logic
To derail thoughts in shapes And fume upon the irrationality
of the heart
To love by all motions of papers and skin Between the flows of a violin Closer to the ink of symphony
Without any bullshit.
To fight on a field of ghostly flowers Cold even Only blown apart by an orchestra of unrequition
or stormy requition
To find the mist on the skin of the sun To fall in weight of subliminal waters. The idea of language Is to be born out of museums As lips For only the heart possess the artefacts and souveniors
As broken, stitched and stolen.
Conquests are struggles
But when the plurality of love fires up language In writing The heart rationalizes its need In utter freedom To subject the mind to gusts of
Memory and ache.
For sanity is a byproduct
of chance and loss.
We merely tell our desires.
Eddy Ongili is a Kenyan writer and a part-time critic currently pursuing his Bachelors Degree in Procurement and Logistics.
He has written extensively for online publications and has been featured in an ebook Anthology by Eldorets Poets Association. He regularly blogs on eddypoems.wordpress.com where he is learning to diversify his writing while sticking close to his mission as an inspirational poet.
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