A girl of many faces

I look into your eyes

I see

A spark

A glow

Fire

Purification

But with every blink

I see a different face

A smile

A smirk

A simper

All in one face

Similar but not the same

One thing in common

The source

You send

Warm greetings

Cold threats

Hot vibes

Pure  Ambiguity

I get confused when 

I look at you

I get mixed feelings

When I think of you

I am afraid

But thrilled when I see you

I sometimes feel

Both excited and  nonchalant

When I think of you

Dating you would feel like

Being with several many girls

All at the same time

I wonder if

It's possible

To divide my heart

Into so many pieces

I wonder which of the  faces

I should propose to

Which one

Would like me most

I could  think of   

A thousand ways to love

A hundred first dates

Ten romantic moments

But one single 

Never dying love

If only it would be enough

For all of you to share

Cos I can only give what I have

One mind, one heart, one love

The November Journey

From October to December

Autumn to winter

Wetness to dryness

Or better still coldest

Past to future

Young to old

A lot could happen

Because in between the 2

There is a November

A transition to a decision

Before it finally happens

The only gray area

Between the much dreaded black

And the more favoured white

Whether race or tribe

Whether colour or background

Whether fake or real

There is still that thin line

Which will separate the 2 sides

The thin line of decision

Which has several descriptions

But only one meaning

It could be lively or deadly

Hopeful or hopeless

Joyful or sorrowful

Or better still mixed feelings

But it represents 2 sides of a coin

That part that could never stand on its own

It brings both sides together

Wherever it gets to

It’s the wall or let’s say fence

On which most people would like to sit

Some prefer to be in the middle of the road

Forgetting one important thing

That they could get hit by traffic

That is coming from both directions

But if only you don’t rush into decisions

As early as October

And thrash out any indecisions

By the middle of November

Then you’ll remove all your delusions

And be rid of every confusion

For when the cold nights set in

Whether winter or harmattan
Or yet still the cold rains of spring

Then you’ll be prepared

To change the course of your destiny

For as the days unfold

And the Christmas story is told

There will be so many things to hold

And other things to make you bold

Else if all your things are sold

There will be nothing to behold

Then the sparkling eyes of gold

Will appear in a cold

And put you in a mould

And shape and reform you

Then you would remember

What really happened in October

Has been transformed to

For when the journey started in October

It really made did make you sober

But now we you are prepared forever

 And forward you forever go.

CopyRight Peekay

07/11/13

From October to December

Autumn to winter

Wetness to dryness

Or better still coldest

Past to future

Young to old

A lot could happen

Because in between the 2

There is a November

A transition to a decision

Before it finally happens

The only gray area

Between the much dreaded black

And the more favoured white

Whether race or tribe

Whether colour or background

Whether fake or real

There is still that thin line

Which will separate the 2 sides

The thin line of decision

Which has several descriptions

But only one meaning

It could be lively or deadly

Hopeful or hopeless

Joyful or sorrowful

Or better still mixed feelings

But it represents 2 sides of a coin

That part that could never stand on its own

It brings both sides together

Wherever it gets to

It’s the wall or let’s say fence

On which most people would like to sit

Some prefer to be in the middle of the road

Forgetting one important thing

That they could get hit by traffic

That is coming from both directions

But if only you don’t rush into decisions

As early as October

And thrash out any indecisions

By the middle of November

Then you’ll remove all your delusions

And be rid of every confusion

For when the cold nights set in

Whether winter or harmattan
Or yet still the cold rains of spring

Then you’ll be prepared

To change the course of your destiny

For as the days unfold

And the Christmas story is told

There will be so many things to hold

And other things to make you bold

Else if all your things are sold

There will be nothing to behold

Then the sparkling eyes of gold

Will appear in a cold

And put you in a mould

And shape and reform you

Then you would remember

What really happened in October

Has been transformed to

For when the journey started in October

It really made did make you sober

But now we you are prepared forever

 And forward you forever go.

From October to December

Autumn to winter

Wetness to dryness

Or better still coldest

Past to future

Young to old

A lot could happen

Because in between the 2

There is a November

A transition to a decision

Before it finally happens

The only gray area

Between the much dreaded black

And the more favoured white

Whether race or tribe

Whether colour or background

Whether fake or real

There is still that thin line

Which will separate the 2 sides

The thin line of decision

Which has several descriptions

But only one meaning

It could be lively or deadly

Hopeful or hopeless

Joyful or sorrowful

Or better still mixed feelings

But it represents 2 sides of a coin

That part that could never stand on its own

It brings both sides together

Wherever it gets to

It’s the wall or let’s say fence

On which most people would like to sit

Some prefer to be in the middle of the road

Forgetting one important thing

That they could get hit by traffic

That is coming from both directions

But if only you don’t rush into decisions

As early as October

And thrash out any indecisions

By the middle of November

Then you’ll remove all your delusions

And be rid of every confusion

For when the cold nights set in

Whether winter or harmattan
Or yet still the cold rains of spring

Then you’ll be prepared

To change the course of your destiny

For as the days unfold

And the Christmas story is told

There will be so many things to hold

And other things to make you bold

Else if all your things are sold

There will be nothing to behold

Then the sparkling eyes of gold

Will appear in a cold

And put you in a mould

And shape and reform you

Then you would remember

What really happened in October

Has been transformed to

For when the journey started in October

It really made did make you sober

But now we you are prepared forever

 And forward you forever go.

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I’m coming home

A time in between time
A place in between places
A life in between lives
A thought in between thoughts

The sojourn of a watchman
To a land of strange men
Not only men but very beautiful women
In a quest to be a better man

Guns and roses
Tuxes and poses
The outside cool and cozy
The inside warm and mouldy

A place so far
Yet quite near
An alien in foreign land
Yet still in the land of my birth

Strange things happen
Even with less words spoken
All you need is a token
In order to spark something

The attention and affection
The retention and detention
The obsession and rejection
The subjugation and suppression

The stories need to be told
Because of the memories I now hold
For my conscience cannot be bought
In this young life I now try to mould

The thoughts keep flooding
The memories keep flowing
The emotions keep rising
And my pen keeps writing

Who will tell the story?
Who will bell the cat?
Who will sing the song
And not be sorry?

The story is about ended
Even before it began
‘Cos we know how it ends
Even before it started

If he tells
It will become history
If I keep quiet
It will remain a mystery
But some way some how
It would manage to sprout
And if the memories don’t bring joy
Then they’ll definitely bring tears

But till then
I’ll look forward to that date
Where I’ll meet that one on that shore
Not the one in the world beyond
But she in whose embrace I belong


Peekay
11/10/13

There she stands - Final Part

Then she drew closer
Trying to bring me nearer
I gasped for breath
Cos I could cope no longer

“I’ve been watching you,
Keeping observation on you
I’ve noticed certain things
So you better come clean.”

“I don’t think I know,
What you are talking about now
I’ve always kept to myself
It’s none of what you think.”

“Surely I have noticed,
The way look at her
The way you stare at her
Will you deny or clarify?”

Now I had no choice
The dagger had already been drawn
No need for any fuss
Either I talk now
Or I die trying
“It’s partly true what you said
But it still wouldn’t be fair
To dwell just on one side
And leave the other end lose.”

It’s true I look and stare,
And sometimes ocassionally glare
But I do it to one person,
And its you and you alone”

I tried to restrain myself
But the words had already come out

The smile on her face
Put my heart at ease
She stared into my eyes
As her smiles grew broader

“I always dreamt of this day
And finally it has come
I’ve been waiting to do this
To hear this from your mouth.”

She brought her face closer
As I closed my eyes
Then I slowly parted my lips
Trying to savour the moment

I was shocked at the first thought
And image that entered my head
I remembered I carried her bag
Which had formed beads of sweat

Then I felt her cheeks touch mine
A feeling so divine
I couldn’t imagine this was happening
But unfortunately she had missed the mark

“I can’t believe you fell for this,
But anyway it was carefully planned and executed
It wasn’t really about love
Am sorry my dear but its April Fools’ Day.”

THERE SHE STANDS-2

As she sat down
I held her hand
For what I'd known
Could be the talk of town

I'd totally forgot my lines
Not all but the starting line
But after the previous night's endless hours
I couldn't help but cower

If only I could remember
In this dry season of November
Then it will be easy to practise
During the upcoming solstice

If I could reach my pocket
And quickly glance like a rocket
But since one hand held on to hers
I couldn't accomplish the feat with the other

I had to think fast
Because I was out of time
She started staring at me
And her looks startled me

There was a cool breeze
That blew from the trees
It cooled my senses
As i reconstructed my tenses

I quickly remembered some lines
Of a poem i started by the sea
But i never got to finish
Which is why it hasn't been published

Where the breeze of the trees
Will never cease to freeze
And the sea will lease its breeze with ease
Till there's a release that will please those who tease

She loved the poetic touch
And it put her in the mood
She applied some pressure
And popped a question in the direction i stood

"Is it true," she started
But i couldn't wait for her to finish
What if I get too puzzled
And it results in a skirmish

Do i allow her to finish
And later be lost in thought
As i contemplated
My mind got lost in my thoughts

I came back to my senses
To realise she was right in front of me
Her hands clinging on to me
Trying to gain my attention

"Is it true that,"
My heart started beating fast
Cos I wasn't sure what she will say
But this time i was helpless
As my tongue clung to my mouth

I was totally speechless
As i couldn't help but watch her face
Then she continued
"That good poets are either born with it,
Or they are in love?"

Yes, it somehow true
I responded
Then came the follow up question
"Which category do you belong to?"
"In fact," she added,
"Who are you in love with????"

At this time I was dumbfounded
I didn't know what to tell her
The answer would either make or break me
what should i say

I knew I'd dreamt about her
I knew I was constantly thinking about her
But was she really ready
To know the gospel truth

Then i felt some wetness in my khaki trouser
I glanced and realised my crotch portion was wet
Was I seeing right? What kind of liquid was it?
What will happen if she sees it?

*To be continued