Like the keys on a piano, i plan to write my music through poetry and photography, through different shades of black and white, till my soul is at ease and my cipher is complete.
..... my 365 journey has started, im intrigued and interested to see where it will take me.
ABALO.
Posted 1 month ago
A queen is wise. She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passer her tests. She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it. She has proved she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself. She rules with authentic power.
Posted 1 month ago
Posted 1 month ago
The sun shone a brilliant blue
And my eyes yellowed
To think that you actually liked me, in this moment
I thought of you
I thought of us
And the alchemy of our friendship
Trying to peel back the layers of our artichoke
Hoping that in the coal mines of your heart
I could extract the pain
And show you the diamond
That you are
That we are
Not connected anymore
Not connected in heart and soul
We seem to just exist looking perfect in framed art
But I can’t pretend any longer that it’s OK
If you don’t feel this
Tell me
Free me
So I can remove the dying embers of what once was
And separate the frigid reality and just let go
Let my eyes sparkle brown
And my sun shine a brilliant golden.
SAKILE MAKEDA
Posted 2 months ago
Twice,
I turned left
to no love lane
under the recommendation of others
I
fell for the constant surprise
of futile fairy-tale forevers
But
After the rain
I found a place to belong
the period of strong weather
was just but a test
As if
God winked at me in jest
So I scribbled on paper
It was only twice …
Posted 3 months ago
1 Notes
He strums my hearts innocence
And plucks at my core
My natural high once revisited
Twice, thrice, beautifully made the score
Three origami little birds, hearts and flowers intertwined
Beats, melodies, falsetto riffs funk disguised
He beat boxes my soul
My ear reverberates illustrious notes
Of white patchouli fields, jasmine and sandalwood
The crescendo
The finale, the high note
losing myself in musical nirvana between the lines
He drums on the shores of my conscience
Drifting me far away from reality
Drowning, reaching
But for want of more
Of the same rhythm, bass, conga
Beats to rhythm, rhythm to drum
He plays notes hands blur over black and white
Leaving me perplexed
I can’t explain the key
Leaving me naked, breathless
My own private narcotic
Filling my pituitary gland with love in stereo
He sang a song
A blues for Gina
An ode to Life
To Love
To Music
To Me.
-SAKILE MAKEDA
Posted 3 months ago
Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most; when they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain’t through learning — because that ain’t the time at all. It’s when he’s at his lowest and can’t believe in hisself ‘cause the world done whipped him so. When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.”
― Lorraine Hansberry, A Raisin in the Sun
Posted 4 months ago
“Beauty is the light that shines out from inside you. When you hold someones gaze, you can see it. Everybody has it, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” – Sue Bryce
Posted 4 months ago
We hung suspended
over the precipice of uncertainty
thoughts flying by with jagged mountain tops in between us
borne out of the want for transparency
birthed from moments of truth.
our arch enemy named truth
dressed in vulnerability
crept in bed and lay spooning with us
how did we get here?
all I really wanted
was for our limbs to be entangled again
warmth emanating from our sutured hearts core
words spoken in love binding hurts
crash landing into our safe place
……………… Home!
Posted 4 months ago
I’m not a poet!
So I’m not going to write about how you make me feel…
I’m not going to write or rhyme
move heaven and earth with one verse
not wax poetic prose
not even color the hues of my emotions with this brush I call my pen.
I’m not going to unearth my feelings, desires or hidden dreams.
No,
I’m not even going to try draw you out
surround you with words,
words that caress my thoughts in subliminal ways
words that inject and impregnate
that rock you, move you
and shoot you out into the vastness of this reality.
No,
I’m not a poet.
I’m not going to write
But,
I will call…….
Posted 5 months ago
“Rain does not fall on one roof alone” - African Proverb
I leaned my head against the cold glass window. The water pellets stormed the window as if attacking my head. I stare into the dusk sky. It’s so beautiful. Peaceful. The rain drumming gently on the window. I should be asleep but the soothing humming awoke me, talking to me and said ‘come listen for a while’, so I obeyed and sat wrapped up in the warmth of my large chenille throw. It was toasty in my bedroom but I knew the air was not so forgiving this time of the year. The tempo changed and the rain came down harder hitting my window with such force that even I had to move my head away. I stared and listened. I heard and I saw…. Harshly it attacked the glass trying to penetrate the inner walls. My inner walls. No success the glass stood impermeable …it was wet on the outside but no entry. Solid as a rock. From underneath all the murkiness the sun begun to peak its way through, kissing the earth. Its emergence changed the callousness to a light drizzle. Only for a season. I smiled. Sun salutations. I placed my hand up against the window and watched as the water run down in lazy rivets. Little beads said hello and then goodbye. I nodded. I climbed back into bed. You turned and held me tightly, kissed my neck. Safe.
It was going to be a great Year!!!!
Wishing you and yours a Blessed 2013!
