Hear my call among the woods of silence.  Find me waiting among the alleys your breath runs.
Hold my soul and feel my skin to its core.
And within the puffs of your pen's breath,keep me safe,
And still,among meadows of your emotions.

Swaying leaves will dance to the tune of your serene voice.
Sitting still, my heart bursts & rejoices
Caressing beneath your shadow, it is my sole choice.
And when my pen writes its course, you remain my feeling's noise.
That paints the doors of my silence
I will tell your tales to the ground beneath our feet
And still send you letters through the chirps and squeals of nature's beings
In remembrance, I will carve sculptures of your soul
Breath into it, the air of our laughter
Lay on the palm of my hands,
To many embraced forever mores.
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Poem by @LETTERSOFJULIET &  @ADHIAMBO.AGORO .

(Home from the daisied meadows where You linger yet...) __________________________________________
I wish to hear your voice in the blue of our skies
I wish to pinch your cheeks and hear the whispers from your lips,
As soft wind to my ears.
Reminds me of when we used to count the hairs of my head
The journeys we both went for, have added times to our calendars
Life's impatience triggers me to send pleasure-birds,
Past the unending skies in great paces towards the Western hills... They bring me your gallery
I see us sitting on shoreless seas facing our distant suns
I feel the endless romances that blended us with the moonset at starting
The silent voices I hear, still, will live with me.
The loveliness of your soul, is a want of Mother to see Son again.
I will sit among the many stones whose rocky scents savour our artless souls
That yearn for a new picture of our shadows cast on walls.
I Smile amid cries
My Hope... I will see you again.

©ADHIAMBO AGORO

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These are the last everlasting days.
And nights we wish to pluck hopes from rays of sun and sing songs of Us.
I, Your diamond in the dust,
You, lights I yearn for in the night of my dreams
And heart says, "I wish to marry my own son"
A soul like me that walks on my ground... And on these cheeks , chubby, I pinch
As eyes blink and dark clouds lighten
We die in smiles hoping to resurrect in laughter.
You are the calvary hidden in the fields of my cathedrals
I'll still kiss your beautiful palms and hide you in rainbow shells
And for the fruits of your tree,
I pray for more northerly days
That their ripeness be the wine you drink from your cup
And even when the winds try to blow the count of your lashes,
Your shadows will lie on the sundials of my heart
Long letters from me will wander all the way to you like lost winter birds
Son,
Hours crawl, minutes drag, their linen wear out
I will still be here.. In the dance of patience and rhythms of humility
Waiting for you, in the tiniest hut of time.

Happy Birthday Son.
I Love You.

LOOMING CLOUDS

LOOMING CLOUDS

Am staring at screens
That promised future and blessings
I constantly dressed in Aaron's robes
And led kingdoms of tiny termites
In these caves made of mud
Musings swept away by tiny drips
Margins of this life are serrated
Stems bleeding out
I carry tiny cups to salvage a little sap from these leaves
Oh feet that carry me
Cracks behind you are open
I no longer compare you to my palms
Skin to skin...I scratch harder
Skin dust like flour, fly with the wind
For mercy and hope to find.
Walked harder here...
My tweaky knees and scraggy self
My strength wanes restricting the mileage of a path so narrow
I hear age calling...
Whispers of the innocent too at thought.
I lay on the seabed of my dreams
I hold the hand on my son
I kiss the cheeks of my daughter.
Sunday rituals days on posters pinned on my seventh finger
Horn blow whose message is thin on the ground
I'm lost gazing at the immense heavens above
I listen to the tales of Llao and Skell
A yearn to drink water from Mount Mazama...
Let me carve a name I remember
Put sculptures of the ones I bore
Eat from tables I once cleaned
Melt snow that took a bit of life from me
Restoring sanity...I will sit here
To recall old days when I was king and queen.
Maybe my poor mastery will bear little stars...again.

          ©ADHIAMBO AGORO
 

IMAGE BY VanAlbert Photography.

©Edwin Albert

UNTRACED CRAWLS

UNTRACED CRAWLS

I needed one ghost -
Hope
I needed another too -
Love.
They happen to be the last winter birds left
After the cold of a snowy desert took the life of the ones left of me
I will dress in an overcoat and walk in search of these two ghosts
The super murky eyes of my little son looks at me with hope
Hoping to hold the moon by hand
By calling the stars of the night to come light our paths

I flip each piece of paper in my endless books
Right from the back pages where the story is mostly interesting
I long for sunlight and yesterdays
But the carvings of my lost walls keep calling
What's left?
Ask my son.

FRAUGHTS OF US...

Father of our children,
I come with a complaint from my sacred books
For their security and paths that they protect
Walls that only them can read from
A claim,a thought and a wish
Fuck this goddamn list of a dark angel
An angel whose paths you've slashed grass off
I'm part of your rib..open for my rivers to flow
The water you've fetched from my wells is only mud left
Tasks and talents that went to waste
Like a woman living on borrowed time
Gasping for the last breaths of her life
Breaths that moments you created took away...
Open your pages..letters and phrases of your petitions
I'm listening....

Part of my ribs,
Its tough walking through your so-called paths
Full of thorns and dark roses
Passing my fingers to literally read between hidden lines
Damn you woman!!
I labor on...I hate...
The circles you make me run the round only for o meet a campsite of the our endless 'loaded phrases'
You've built me so many times only for you to break me in seconds
Do the moons and stars even know my face?
The tongues and riddles you speak...Damn!!
Here you go again
One little thing,a tiny pleasure
And you run away as a scorned antelope
You sunk in tradition as if I would take back my ribs
Fatigue's part of my being...you talk and talk
Without showing me where to kiss to enhance your time on earth
Don't I seek to make you happy
And don't you posses faith,woman??

Man,
Ever realized that my sacred books are most open to you?
That invisible keyhole that only you has the key?
I let you caress the pages to the cover
I took you to the moons and turned you to stars
Stars that I got married to
We swung on each orbit and felt the wind's oxygen
My Significant Other
Now you see...
To hell and back...
I pity the solitary streets we walked on
Pieces of us shattered on the sidewalk
I could pick them to admire our other side...
Yes...You called me
Woman is listening....speak Man... Speak!!
Hear screams from my inner self...
Calls from my inner cry..
The beats of this heart and the thoughts of this brain....are venom...

I shall worship you today, tomorrow or any day
Woman, my heart aches for your touch
Do I have to cry out for you
Aren't those tiny moments enough to let you seek my hand?
Woman, are you listening to me?

Yes..I have listened..heard and taken it all in
I will let you feel my love....touch that only us can feel
Fires that only us would put out

I love you Man
I love you Woman

PLEDGE TO MY STARS

PLEDGE TO MY STARS
I will find you
You will find me
Through the written pages that define these paths
I never got to crush the walls in which my sacred books are buried
I was to....with that single key that opens the walls apart without sign of a key hole
I repeat this mantra 'when the morning breaks us.....never forget my name'
Burdens of the embraced spirits...And a prayer to meet merciful ghosts too will ring out prayer bells full of sacrifice.

These are the corridors of our souls
Calling to the hidden chambers that can only be open by the word 'pen'
Let me see the light behind our eyes...
Teach me the rhythm of your blood
Secrets that the bodies separated from souls we crave to discover.

I have evolved in nights of sorrow
Mended by the tiny speck of a hidden feeling,
On those tiny paths the wind made for us
Where leaves dance upon the entrance of our feet
Pictures frame our desires
In names conjured from the remotest zones of our hearts
Ah, the weight of ghosts ransack our minds
But the pen, holds us in this dancefloor
A fountain of ink that grew in timid smiles,
A nib of reciprocation
And I've wanted to write our feeling in these
Forgotten memoirs of scrolls that hold our breath.
We wind up in flowers picked from cold gardens
Thriving against storms in the rhyme of our eyes
My dear, I want to go beyond the aspect of life
I am tangled ... Only immensly and deeply antagonized by the absence of you.
Hold my hand... For
Everything is different... How easily it is to cry but hard to laugh..
But I am held in want of thy smile..
A smile that emerges when the pen dances.
We shall break the tides to quench our thirst..
Only then shall we mingle in our eyes.

We find ourselves in the blush of the sea
When we scoop the lost letters
The ones that formed the moon's brilliance
Written on walls that resembled satin pages
We brushed to reveal the child of the moon
I relish at mantras we made in hymns
Only sang in the choir of our souls.
Help me find the silence in the raving waters of uncertainity
Help me write the love that blooms inside us
Help me finish this ache that has me sighing
Help me love you endlessly and in all passion untamed
Help me hold this pen and let it write of us
Help me serenade the moon
If only these will shine our lives
If only to remind us that challenges will ferment our lives
Help me shout atop hills that it's us against the world
If that is the only way...we shall follow..
Let us learn to find the voices of our souls..
We couldn't stay from each other
And that is how love acquires its language.

FRAUGHT WITH TRIBULATIONS

FRAUGHT AND TRIBULATIONS
Oh I cry...for the deal so signed
Stop breaths to see dawn
Signatures and thoughts
Forehead wounds to whole visage
Letting out a drop of blood and water
Loved ones of the sun couldn't see
Blond hair covering misery
Wildness of the heart that conceals pain

A glance at the obituaries
Golden names celebrating a life well lived
Open gates let amber fire of the wide road
Bolt-hit back to reality and faded godly scenes
Chant of prayers and daydreams
To find the truth of dark
Retrace of footprints and blood thirst thoughts
Echoes of this name....from a 'keeper's' whisper.

Vengeance to scare away the bat
Pity this lone soul in the dark
Skin burns in the moonlight
Ripping apart to ashes in despair
Scent of a lost damsel in the woods
Need and urge from the 'keeper's' voice
A small bite of a scraggy being
To life. To disdain.

Even the little beads of this bracelet
Felt the venom of these words and voices
Hot spurts of lava melted from rocks
The crater that will hold back this misery
Consuming my inner chi
Of the tears shed for a fake comeback
I knock on the doors again.

Soft sparks deep inside
Series of my failures. Episodes of my missions.
A relight of the blue fire...
Singing this damn lordship
Twenty-four-seven, Three-sixty-five
Still a Kobold who lives within
In all these thralldom
You'll find peace. The fealty will reign.

(FRAUGHT AND TRIBULATIONS)
                Adhiambo Agoro.

MY DARKLAND

MY DARKLAND
Pages that needed an eraser
Sanity that pleaded for a mind
Of weak wires and lines
That led to broken connections
I saw darkness and murky shadows
Of ghosts and spirit winds

I still read the writings
On the broken walls
Of the cracks I fit in a little
To build a name and a life
Couldn't get a color from the spectra

Faded strength
I ride through cities
Daylight through hometowns
To dark clouds and dull stars
A reverse of my wheels
To pick up the sacred past

I will unkiss the lips
Read from the back pages
Start from sunset to sunrise
And sing lyrics in rewind
Empty this pocket of wicked man thought

All's that's lost and shaken
Will be found and taken
I will bring the dead child to be born
Let it feel air and its heart beat
In its empty house to suckle future into it

"I left the stage in the middle of my song...
Mockingbird's message of a tune not heard of
And chirps of other fellows
I see...eyes full of disdain"

My Cathedral collapsed!
That morning broke me
Am sorry Mama
I could come back on bended knees
I beseech thee
And for the faults in my stars

Holy One
I would entreat for a weak soul
Between rocks and icebergs
Sunken eyes that don't see faith
Fragile heart that don't feel pain

And as I hold this blunt pencil
Bleeding words I still hold in
The color of my blood is all I see
I break the chains
I see the sniper
We both want to scare away the dark
I smile. I smile. I smile.

            (MY DARKLAND)
                            ADHIAMBO AGORO

`AXE CHILE'

`AXE CHILE'
I won't turn to stop
Though...
My skin's pale and grey
Am out in the rain...
I feel the touch of my soul
I stiffen my upper lip to the pinch
A pinch painful to wake me up..
My book is stained...with black ink
Of isolated  burial grounds

You can't see my sparks fly...
Hole in my pocket,hole in my head
In those holes there's hope to carry on
My scope has been narrowed
I ain't a dingy shebeen!!!
I sink in my lake of apathy
With no feeling of sympathy
Getting dark in this heart of mine
Where there's no hope with me to dine
"Guilty feet...no rhythm  to the tune"

    Oh friend... This isn't an enigma
    Or anything to cause you trauma
    Backbreaking determination just...
         "...Don't forget my name..."

                           ( `AXE CHILE' )
                          Adhiambo Agoro

LOOK AT ME..CHILD

LOOK AT ME...CHILD
Look up to the sun
The stars and moon of the sky
Let the breeze feel the smoothness
Of your pretty visage..
Dry your tears...Of all the years
You can only have the sunshine after the rain
Run through the forest as you used to
Retrace your footprints...
Seek that silver needle
That you lost in the dark
Ears on the ground...To hear the stampede of the hopeful kind
Don't listen to the old song.... That old echo that's calling out for you
Dance to the angels tune of glory...
That of Michael...
Look at you....Look at me
At us...Smile again...

          Adhiambo Agoro