Look at me, looking through the window, wondering what is on the other side
Stained glass from long-settled dust distorts the visions of my fantasies
I cannot see what my mind is calling for; I have been in this hole for too long
And my ability to reach out to the world of colour has been darkened grey

I see clouds gathering over the filthy roofs of old houses, crammed together
And joined by the filthy smoke rising up into the air, uniting in polluting 
Where the birds once flew, where new ideas gathered to be discussed
By the angels, those who were meant to care for us, but hey left, dirty

I have been drinking dirty water. Oh no, I have been drinking dirty water
And I have not bathed properly; my skin is dry, and my self-esteem is low
“Who can care for you when you can’t care for yourself?” he said
The laughing rat eating old cheese in the corner, sipping on stale wine

I have sores on my body, but I feel no pain; I am either immune to it
Or I have simply forgotten the sensation. Yes, I have probably forgotten
Self-imprisonment, exile, reclusiveness, call it what you want is nothing
More than retreating from the world, withdrawing from people, and life

Too tired to sleep, too hungry to eat, and too wary to trust my instincts
As my words slur from my toothless mouth, oh Lord, it must look bad
No longer living with envy, and completely used up all of my anger
I am void of love, I live to breathe, and I hope to watch the sun set

Every Single Day

11, going on 21, she drives me mad
Demanding, arguing, correcting
Never quiet, unless sulking
Lazy as a an toad, unless playing
Always hungry, and always untidy
And late, good God, always late
I got divorced for less
But, she tells me that she loves me
Every single day, every single day
From the morning, until she sleeps
She tells me that she loves me
Every single day, every single day
10 times a day, every single day
She is the love of my life

Children Of Africa

We are the sons of the brutal and we are the fathers of the scared
We have witnessed the horrors, and we fear for tomorrow’s rage
Kin and friends have flown afar to build lives new away from toil
Yet we have stayed, and stay we shall, for we shall right wrongs
Of yesterday, of today, and work for a better tomorrow for all
For this is our duty, we have benefited, now shall repay with pride
And the love of our land, our people, our cultures and our children
Our children of different colours and varied tongues, our children
We are children of Africa, no matter our tongues, children of Africa

I Can

I know, I know, I am but one, just one man
But I believe that I can make a difference, I can
Like a mosquito in a room at night, I know I can
And I must, for my child, and yours, I know I must

I can stand before a line of tanks, halting the attack
Or place a flower in the barrel of a rifle, hugging a soldier
I can speak to the masses convincing of love and understanding
And I can sit beneath the treen freeing my soul eternally

I can work with the poor, even if only an hour a day
Feed a hungry dog who is lost, or perhaps a stray cat
Not eat any animals for a while, ending the killing
Or just smile at a lonely stranger, with pure sincerity

There is so much that I can do, and perhaps you may follow
And perhaps your neighbour too, and his neighbour too
For it is so easy to make peace a lifestyle, a common habit
I can do it, I believe that I can, and I am doing it now

Their Mission

She said “what can I do?. How can I help?
I am a mother of three, I have not the time?
I so want peace for my children, so want it
But I am alone, three children, what can I do?”

He said ” you are more important than any
For you are the mother, the teacher, the guide
Show your children that there is no path to peace
That peace is the path, the only path

Teach that it will always be better to give
To serve, to offer love, compassion, understanding
That forgiveness is mightier than any gun or sword
And that your children are the future, our future

Guide them to know that peace begins within
To love themselves,to live without ego and anger
True humility will bring more happiness than fame
And that the quiet voice will always prevail in truth

Show that wealth can never be shown by assets
But in health, in freedom, in tranquility with all
And the greatest men of all where those of honor
Who stood tall when others began to fall

Ask them to stand, stand for what is right, true
For not standing means standing for nothing
A soul full of virtues is mightier than the money
A heart full of love is the loudest call of all

Teach them Mother, for you are their leader
Your dialogue in crisis will present your truth
With your gentle and loving touch of love
Preparing your sacred children for their mission

Before I Go

Before I go, I really need to know 
That my child has found the road
To walk freely without any load
Offering love to all; so far to go

Before I go, I shall plant a tree
That will grow fall all to see
Reminding every soul to be free
Of ego and anger, the light to see

Before I go, I shall fill the lake
With fish, all that it can take
And flowers of every color made
And large trees, offering shade

Before I go, I offer beauty in life
Flying free the dove, losing the knife
Living joy, forsaking the strife
Before I go, into the welcoming night

I Want

I want to connect to your mind

Fly on your dreams high and free
Swim with your thoughts
Make peace with your woes
And celebrate with your joys

I want to dance with your peace
Follow you to your rainbow
Or any path you take
And see your clear waters
Calm serenity, sheer beauty

I want to see your feelings true
Feel them wrap around me
Like a scarf in the winter snow
Warming me with your virtues
And your sincerity of life

I want to breathe the air around you
Inhale your fragrance in the breeze
Fly like a butterfly beside you
And fall gently to the ground
To rest beside you, and with you

Happy Faces

Don’t knock, come in, my door is open, to you, to all
Please come in, please sit down, may I offer you anything
I see you are angry, and I am sorry. Did I cause you anger
Please sit, please sit, please talk to me, please talk to me

I am really sorry that you feel that way; I am deeply sorry
My intention was never to hurt you, please understand that
But hear me, I beg you, that I am so deeply grateful to you
For sharing with me your frustration, your pain, your hurt

Now I can see you how the grass grows low on your field
I understand the anguish you feel with the river dries fast
Please bring your containers, my dams are full, please hurry
For today I can help you, today I want to help you. Please

Perhaps we could build a canal to fill your dam rapidly
Yes, that would be quicker, far more successful. Yes indeed
No, I have more water than I need, more but importantly
I need you to thrive, for we are interdependent; totally

My success is dependent on yours, as yours is on mine
There is so much to share, including deep responsibility
Work, blood, sweat and toil, we need to share it all
For the sun prefers to set on smiling faces, happy faces

Never Shall You

Never shall you love another, until you have learnt to love yourself
Your true self, your authentic self, and the self you were created as
The same self that our parents and teachers lure us away from
Indoctrinating us into conformity, alleviating fears of alienation

Never shall you forgive another until you have forgiven yourself
Of the burdens you have carried, of the regrets that have blurred
Your soul, your ability to be free of guilt, of the tarnish painted
Within yourself, by yourself, so often unwarranted; debilitating

Never shall you understand another until you understand yourself
The highs and lows of your emotions, the joys and sorrows
The confusions with change, the excitement of growth and age
All wisdom, deep wisdom never to be learnt from books alone

Never shall you show true compassion to any living being
Until you have learnt true compassion for yourself within
To love yourself, to forgive yourself, to understand yourself
And to allow yourself to find your own path to peace and freedom


Even the smallest flame can lead to a massive inferno
A smouldering log, a tiny spark, all as lethal as lightning
Burning, yearning to spread through the dry logs of anger
Long forsaken by the rains of love, forgiveness and hope

Deep burns that flame within, the one hidden with the body
Hidden from the conscious mind, but destroying the soul
Slowly, often too slowly to feel, until the hole grows big
The burn begins to ache, causing action, wild reaction

Most dangerous of all is the flame, this burn, this hurt
Of anger, frustration, confusion and misunderstanding
Of how to let go of the pains that dwell within, eating
Destroying the opportunity of peace within, calm waters

Stop, sit, breath, and see what it is that burns, and why
For you alone need to discover the smouldering logs
The smoking coals, hidden beneath the clouds of dark
You alone can need to find this heat, and calm it

With love, with forgiveness, with understanding
Of yourself, of who you are, and why you are you
Where you come from, where you have been
And where you are going to. Go calm, go happy