I found myself forging heaven's swords from hell's furnaces.
With a mind full of doubt and a heart filled with love.
I lost myself listening to tales of death echoed from life's crevices,
holy wars fought on deconsecrated surfaces, revolution summoned by ideological pollution.

I'm seeking solutions from the cause manufacturers. with my fractured existence and desolate past
I seek affirmation from quicksand cultures that have me planting seeds on soils with devious contours,
urban folklore taming time and seducing plight.

I'm stuck in a beauty paved mess and I find no peace in this puzzle of incompatible pieces.
I find no peace from the reasons that resonate from open doors of broken homes and this is the peace of war...

© Bulumko Nyamezele

day 1 | 19 September 2011