Author M.I.K.E.T Kasadha

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Author  M.I.K.E.T.
  Kasadha
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# 8124 Kampala, Uganda, East Africa
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AGE
 

Stars through wombs,


 

Their whistles seek re-destiny.


 

No danger we whiz,


 

Offering okay to them.


 

Sorrow welcomes a sweet world,


 

As we smile a mile while.

 

Their giants and giantesses,


 

Breathing our wealth.


 

We murmur and battle,


 

Who loves your happiness,


 

As we cast curses across.

 

Gone to the firmament,

Why live as spirits.


 

Life is a lie they reply,


 

Admitting there legendary.


 

No nothing is their motto,

 

As we cry crocodile tears.


 This one of my special gifts I keep for special people in my life. I had made it for my beloved grandmother who passed away at 98 years of age before she could beautifully receive it. This same poem is published in the anthology entitled Woodland Echoes of Great Britain in 1999.
 

 

DESTINY’S PRAYER


 

 

Oh hell.


 

Oh earth.


 

Oh heaven.


 

Beneath rocks is thy workshop.


 

Amidst swords and shields we stand.


 

Loyalty beyond the beauty blues.


 

In ghastly games.


 

Battlement of pain versus rapture.


 

Thyself authenticated might.


 

Our love is yours for scourging

humanity not fiend.


 

Teacher of abhor.


 

These guest innocent

 lives aren’t

 guarantees.

Cursed we after inauguration.


 

Thy hallelujah deserves no bible.


 

In the name of God, Satan and Man.

Ever in forever.

Amen.
 

 

LOVE

 

 

 

Love is like the sky.
Often shines with the sun.
With beautiful clouds here and there.
Nevertheless you expect the rains.
So it can thunder suddenly.
Penetrating your heart strikingly with lightening.
In these dark days the moon guards you.
Again love will shine as the stars in the skies.
 

 

 

WHEN YOU DIE

 

 

When you die,


 

Forget not my voice,


 

The sweet taste sounds,


 

It told your heart.


  

When you die,


 

Let me dream of  you,


 

Let me know what’s happening,


 

In your world and mine.


  

When you die,


 

Let me think about you,


 

The same way we thought, of each other,


 

Think of me dear.


  

When you die,


 

Let me cry forever,


 

Cry sweet tears for you,


 

Forever until I met you again.


  

When you die,


 

Remember me,


 

I will always remember you,


 

For eternity.

 

SUPPOSING

 

Supposing life knew how much I love you,
It would never let us die.
 

Supposing love knew how it hurts,
It would never let us apart.
 

Supposing pain knew how it kills,
It would never come close.
 

Supposing death knew how much tears it sacrifices,
It would never separate us.
 

But supposing I knew when you will die,
I wish it would be my death day too.

HATE

When am hated,
I don’t care,
Because I don’t hate.
But I learn to love,
To love time,
Time others waste in hate.
Because I don’t hate.

SWING

Swing! Swing! Swing! Swing!
Swing your life.
Up! Down! Up! Down!
Swing your life.
Up! You forget down.
Down! You remember up.
Up! You forget down.
Down! You remember up.
Swing! Swing! Swing! Swing!
Swing your life.

MY BLACK BEAUTY
 

Your blackness is warmth of love.
That black walk is as precious as a goddess.
Those black eyes that only see black men.
That black mouth emits sweet wise words.
Your black breath is so scentful to the gods.
Those ears listen to only your blank husband.
Thy beads colour your beauty pricelessly.
Your blank braids are lovely.
Don’t allow your sweet blackness diminishes.
Black is blessed.
Black is beautiful.
 

 

 

 

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