She Remained But He Left

He counts those hours and minutes,
That time apart that never lasts long,
Offering a pardon and excuse for her actions,
For every wound his soul carries,
that he inflicted on himself,
By living in his silence and walls he built,
With his very hands,
He has forgotten leaving,
The world and his family came down on him,
He now gathers sympathy to his bleeding heart,
And spilled ink,
But you need to know it was her who cried alone, Because he left.

A Tribute to Wangari Mathai

Wangari mathai was a Kenyan Women rights defender, an environmentalist and certainly a female leader like no other ever seen in the history of Kenya. She's highly revered for her great contribution in the defense of Uhuru park, a recreation center that was sold by the then president Daniel Arap Moi in the early 90's to a foreign investor. Wangari Mathai, claimed that building a skyscraper where Uhuru park stood would degrade the environment and she fought with words, body and soul. She was manhandled by the Moi regime, arrested and detained for so long. But the Kenyan women would not let her down either. They protested naked in the streets of Nairobi catching the attention of the international community. Unfortunately, She succumbed to cervical cancer mid last year leaving a mark in history. In her home town, a local TV station reported with live footage, a tree she planted in her village mourn her death by releasing water in its back.

Note this, she loved nature that it is said that at some time in her life she refused to use papers made from trees. If you think I'm making up things, rub that off your mind. This is a woman who even after death, protected the environment. In her will, it was found out that she opted for immolation as opposed to burial which would mean, destruction of a tree to make her casket. ...

Caught In Dreams ...

Along the path I make my way.mp3


Along the path I make my way
but though I check my compass
every day, the journey always
leads me back to the bay.

Somewhere upon the wind,
or maybe from the silent sea,
I hear the voice again.
It calls to me...

"The labyrinth is wide and long
but only visible in metaphor or song.
And those who strive to find their way
walk on its endless tracks day by day
And most of them are caught in dreams,
spun out of gossamer thread and
cobwebbed themes."


(c) Poem and Artwork and Voice reading by John lokutus-prime

She Said It Was A Dream ...

Poem & Artwork (c) John (loku) lokutus-prime