When it’s all too much, totally unbearable

& the only reason you’re still alive is, “Suicide is an unforgivable sin”

you live to see yourself die

and every waking moment you get on your knees and pray

“God, please let it be today; The final day of my miserable life; Amen.”

Sadly, for a long time now it has been a prayer you never find an answer to

& deep within yourself your faith is questioned

“will a death-wish be the reason another one of the Almighty joins the fallen?”

and you wish you could just disappear into nothingness, oblivion

like a lone star high in the sky on a dark dark night...

by Raymond Kibiwot Bundotich on Thursday, 31 March 2011 at 21:48 ·


sometimes it's even too hard to believe this is real because it's like a dream that just dropped from the heavens & maybe one day I'll just wake up in my old bed, soaked wet ... & it will be back to the old sad reality, which I'm not looking forward to go back to because in this world if not for you, I'd fall apart into 1000 pieces, each piece never to reconnect with the other

so if I've ever made you feel like you mean nothing & are unwanted in this piece of **** i have for a life, you better know you're the very ground I stand on...

YOU'RE WAY UP THERE FOR SOMEONE WHO THINKS HE IS RUSTY
i write frequently and still can't create imagery like you do...
your work is great friend...
...
I hope you don't mind... i refrenced you on a poem...if you do let me know...I'll erase it

inspired by young poet in the making: Little Warrior

BY Xotic_Blue_Eyes

& a favorite Hemingway quote..
..."There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."...

Thanks to Leigh2154

...

Emotion doesn't know kids from the aged
pain hurts, love's warm, happiness' more than a pretty smile
a game of words for comedians and loons alike
emotions in words, proud to have known you poetic friend
the strongest of us are kings walking on a common mans path
words, simply letters combined through a fools eyes
drawing patterns from words to speak your mind makes kings
lets slay beasts and bleed their hearts out
we are not gun carrying soldiers, pen & paper will suffice

An answer for you fellow poet


BE BRAVE

Emotion doesn't know kids from the aged
pain hurts, love's warm, happiness' more than a pretty smile
a game of words for comedians and loons alike
emotions in words, proud to have known you poetic friend
the strongest of us are kings walking on a common mans path
words, simply letters combined through a fools eyes
drawing patterns from words to speak your mind makes kings
lets slay beasts and bleed their hearts out
we are not gun carrying soldiers, pen & paper will suffice

critics feel free...i appreciate honesty

you'd like it better if you were Kenyan....thanks...
Politics kills, it's not a cliché

from Nairobi and proud

eight years have passed

since i started making up for my faults;

but in this world

a new life it too hard to find;

a thief doesn't make up for his sins

by becoming a priest!

for a murderer

repentance only cleans his soul,

prison clears the blood stains on his hands;

for me, my heart is clean, at rest

my mind, isn't free of guilt.

when the present is too dark to see,

the future is out of reach;

the clock has been ticking

still, i can't hear a thing;

it's arms are moving

but in reverse in my mind,

as i try to retake the steps i missed

in my past;

i erase some mistakes

and make more along my way,

in the end, all of it makes no sense

it's an equivalent exchange;

now i realize

the same way you cannot write

what is to come,

you also can't re-write

what has been done.

Am I drowning in my own ego?
Honestly i can't tell
right now I couldn't tell heaven from hell
somehow walking these streets i feel brighter than the rest
feels like every kids dream
is it a dream?
what's become of my beloved mother?
your once lost soul is fading away
i see only a dim fraction of light
you've lost sight of what's matters most
your voice of reason has become just a whisper at the back of your head
these demons invade
Rape! I cry, Rape! Can't no one hear me?
can't anyone see?
little busy bees
either too tired to care
or they've seen enough to know a lost cause when they see one
are we lost or are we just having a nap?
tell me, does anybody know
the difference for when they are asleep from when they are dead?
Oh! mother what's become of you?
I'm surprised how this happens in this modern age
Handed down from one master to the next like a 19th century African slave
one brutal hand to an even worse one who rapes you with a smile on his face
where is your strength?
show me your face; Are you blind?
Mother, how I wish I could see your smile
I'm sure it would be a wonder like the love you've shown us
beautiful beasts, trees, the rift and it's countless lakes
indeed, your love has been great

Poem By: Raymond Bundotich



Pulling my strings 4



Life is even stranger than death,

Every second we breathe has an unpredictable end.

Written futures are fantasies;



I feel like I’m a stranger to myself;

Nothing could make me happier than to make you proud

But your abstract concept of a son isn’t me,

Maybe in another life I’d be;



You tell me who I’m supposed to be;

Ever thought of what I want to be?

Or who I’m meant to be;



I feel like a prisoner in my own being;

A bent man walking on his knees;

I’m free but can’t enjoy free-will;

I’m happy but filled with misery;

Joy is still a dream I’m yet to embark on;



Give me a chance,

I’ll show you I’m more than a pawn in this game;

My wings are now grown

I need to spread them and learn to fly,

I think I’m strong enough to fly against the wind;



Unbind my chains, remove my blindfold

Maybe I can find my own way out of this maze;

Maybe confidence is all I need, maybe not

It’s a chance I’m ready to take;

Maybe bliss will find me or me it.

your last line...symbolic and literal at the same time...how ever do you achieve that?

the honor's all mine.

what order!!! i'm in love with your work

each precious gift swept off too soon
in tides of red unknown...
i feel it's every word as if i was staring into your naked heart.

can only be defined as love in duty and responsibility

thanks love

reminds me of my high school love...back when love was just love...pure

thanks Athena

no complains no excuses...hehe...i like. simple clear...very little words but very big words