Alan Kabanshi - Gathering storms

Appeal to your soul and reach your truest feelings
It’s blowing cold but still blazing hot
How come we see not monsters we were never?
Growing addiction to hear ourselves screaming
In misery that builds a prison of our own design

Slippery words accord embracement
So stumbling in the mud leaves you defiled by it
Embrace attention in wise words of choice, with an echo it is soothsaid
Uninformed decisions are like gathering storms
Patiently they grow to thunder in due time with loud laughter
Provoking our dance in concealed misery

In love a word of caution is founded
Who limps not with a broken leg?
Yes you are kings of your senses, emperors of all you survey
So look to see and listen to hear
Eyes that see cannot be denied sight to judge
Yet stupid ones mount a stare in ignorance
And our eye quaffs in spreads of scandalous experience

2008

Alan Kabanshi

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