LIKE A BLIND MAN

I am not afraid.

For like a blind man,

Who has never seen the size of his Penis-

Yet cherishes it,

For at least he has something hanging

That makes him feel proud-

For surely, he would not be left out,

When counting men;

You make me proud, 
You complete me as a man, and

I am not ashamed to have you!

So as a parrot on his first speech lessons,

I shall utter your name in every breathe-

For as a man who is blind

Makes known his plight;

I am not afraid to broadcast us

For as fresh air,

I need you on every breathe.

I am not afraid!

Like a man who is blind

Begging for arms;

I will always sing and shout your name out

With an undying confidence

For like a blind man, I am not afraid.

As a blind man sings of his plight with hopes…

I am not afraid of the rage, hatred, jealousy,

And the scorning sights of those with sight.

I care not much of how much,

Or how less my begging pan is filled-

I am content with it content;

I love you just as you are,

And care less of what the Sayers may say.

I am not afraid!

Like a blind man stands alone

 With his bowl in his hands

I am not afraid to stand alone

With you in the midst of people

With your hands in mine.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

IN THIS ROOM

The television showing our past

Historical events.

The radio playing tunes,

From our wasted unrealistic promises.

The ceiling fan of happiness is on

Whirling,

Yet blowing the uncomfortable airs of regrets.

The windows of moving on are open wide,

 Yet the poor ventilation of blame still

Lingering.

The air of regrets still hanging around,

Without any thoughts of reconsidering

The fresh airs of letting go circulate.

In this room I call self.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

YOU ARE...

Your frown looks like you've never

 Been happier before

Your buttocks wobble like

You've never used it to pass out

Offensive air before.

Like a mansion built on passion.

The way you laugh is like

You've never been sad before.

 Your eyes look like the green sea,

Where all earthly wealth are hidden.

I see hope in them.

I find solace whenever I look into them.

Your legs look like they will never break

Even when run on by a train.

Your hair looks like

You've never slept on them before,

Your neck looks as if he is tired of carrying

Your diamond shaped head.

Your lip looks so inviting;

 As if you barely use them.

And your teeth looks so white like

You've never tasted sugar all your life time-

You’re beautiful;

More than the evening skies.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

I REGRET

I’m tired of always being late.

I give up on my loads.

I’m tired of skipping

My morning meals with Thee;

Always coming late.

Leaving early.

Finding pleasure in sin.

With a patched heart,

With stitches feeling so tight.

Always being that clown,

With two bottles of attitude

Juggling to maintain life.

With all effort to maintain balance in Thee,

I keep skipping, sipping and never stop sinning.

I keep singing and never stop shagging.

I’m a rot, 

This I have been able to detect,

Because looking at life-

Looking at myself,

I see all that Thou planted in me dead.

Thy light is turned out in me.

The last time I tried switching on

I realized I have not paid my bills.

So with all the bills I owe Thee,

I come with, in my heart.

Begging of  Thee with knees on ground,

To be kind enough and not sentence me,

To the prison of self-destruction.

But accept me as one of  Thy children-

One of  Thy servants;

Who lost his way with the rules,

But now, back in right senses

To make restitution for all that he took.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

LAST

For this last time,

Let us last.

Just this last.

Tell me you want us to last.

God is watching us,

And would help us-

If we forget our past,

And forgive us.

                                                                                

Tell me you need me.

That you will never be mean.

Hard times will come,

But that shouldn’t mean us mean.

Tell me you won’t leave.

Even if you’ve once left,

That you will stay forever till we rot,

And ready to make things right.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

MESS I MADE

If it defined in love,

It was a good mess;

I did well loving you.

But not worth,

Giving into your advances.

Was it worth loving you?

Now will my kids look into the future and smile?

Will their future fascinate or amaze them

Or scare them?

I was blinded by love,

But can I say boldly to my soul,

That I was deafened by

The voices of your actions?

Yet like an egg in a nest,

I cannot leave until I am hatched,

The life of my handsome future

You have twisted with your vices.

But if my conscience will

Judge me on the basis of love,

Will I be bold enough?

Will I be bold enough to stand before

Those who scorn me

And say I loved you for love

Or I did what I did for love?

What will they think of me?

And of you; did you change,

Did you change?

Or have you all that while been this way?

But if love himself comes down,

From his throne and ask me,

With his shame for me,

Will I still be proud of my actions?

And say I did what I did for him love?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

TO LOVE AND TO HATE

In the days of yore, when our

Love was young and new,

You were it all for me, everything,

You did then was funny and fun

You were so considerate of me

Everything single time felt like a

Beautiful sunset....

But time, that insatiable murderer

Of all that is joyous, the rude

Teacher and curer of all fevers,

He finally caught up with us and so hard he did

Hit us with reality in the face.

Today, I know and feel that love is never enough

 Love is never there to stay and where it is,

So will hate languish and wait patiently,

Assured of its victory regardless of when.

For once, you looked at me with love laden eyes,

And oh, how I bloomed inside, lending a guilty

Glow to my skin!

How I believed that I was extraordinary!

Yet now, with eyes full of hate you

Behold me as though I were commonplace

And for that, I endeavor and despair in one.

A cold fear runs in me, turning into cold

Impotent ash where your words once set me Aflame.

I want to save what we had, to hang onto it and laugh one more Time

It's the same fear that warns me, implores me to Run,

That feebles my heart

That scolds me like an irate mother, arguing that I am

Doing too much

That it's my heart I am wearing too

Close on my sleeve....

Still, I have you and you me,

To love and to hate until failing to try does us apart.

Counting the years gone by, still counting

Still searching for where the fault lies loosened

So I would tighten with my apologies

If there could be enough to satisfy thee.

Were you the same queen I vowed to?

That even death never tore us apart?

Where have you gone to?

Where are you?

You seem closer yet far away than I can feel

Where is you-the then you?

You were sweet and humble

Quiet but lively

But time, now your insatiable murderer

After granting you your heart desires

To be lavishly wedded

Your sweetness and humility,

Wore away like your daily face powder.

I am sure it was never in your ability-

It was all a smoked screen.

The love the sweet names that you called

And you expect me to love you like never

When you have decided to grow horns

When you have become bigger than myself?

I am sick and tired of your repetitions

When all that I say to you is nothing but trash

Yet you expect me to continue

 To love you in a rush;

Treating you like a princes and never bash?

Never!

I was blinded by love

I lost my sight so I could not perceive

The beasts in you.

But ah!

But now I can see

With my vague lens of regret but

Still, I have you and you me,

To love and to hate until failing to try does us apart.

---Namugga Shamim, Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015

~ALL ABOUT LIFE~

Live

Love

Serve

Die

That is all what life is about.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015