Awoken By Poems #aBp: SO THE SAY

~SO THE SAY~

All words come from a tired, resigned depressed mind,

That who we are is nothing but a boil out of terrible happenings.

That the rhyme and rhythm is nothing but the drumming of

Our terrible troubled souls

And a heap of our shameful doings at heart we write

And if love is such a sweet painful story, I alter it not

And if the life we live is but a bitter unfair living, I alter not

And they say it, insinuating science and half boiled finding

Conjuring myths of why we exist-outsiders

Drunk in the philosophy of life, and the despair of our vanity

So they continue to say!

That we are failures that we are what we are

Because we failed our mathematics and life has no corner

To put us than only to be merciful to hand us ink and paper

And they have all examples to show;

Pointing all great writers, philosophers and all creative minds

Telling me how they all when down eaten by their own fame

Swallowed by the insatiability of their creativity

And believe you and me, I almost believed.

So I heard them say,

But I tell you what I know, I’m a poet, I am a writer

And before it all befell me, I was, a simple poet

God in all his graces, found it in his mercies

And this Gift he bestowed on me with no traces.

Yes my poetry may be sad, because mostly life is sad

Yes my poetry may be about love, because life is all about love

And believe you me; I can alter not, what every eye can see

Life did not make me see poetry, poetry made me see life

And you can say all you want, but this pen I bear is not a sword

Beaten out of the irons of regrets, to murder ill pains and guilt

But it’s purely a priceless gift.

---Ronald K. Socratise Ssekajja, Fampah Coyish---

Awoken By Poems #aBp