I AIN’T NO POET: the sketches of me.

Look,I am no poet

I just love being quiet

When all else seems so abrupt

And nothing else seems to bake

Or maybe someone started an earthquake.

In such barsack moments

There is peace in torrents

So hard to find in respondents

Yet well hid within quotients

And layered safely among patience.

So in my quiet and lost trails

Amidst turmoil and broken rails

Do I pull back within the frail

Deserted persona hidden within sail.

In that beat up and energy all pent up

I find no poet’s energy supped up

With lethagy and shoulders slumped up

Yet fingers itch to write upBroken words in chaos glued up.

Yes I am no ardent poet I just find peace among turmoil

Though I wish my tail I could coil

And all my words remain frail.

I mean still I ain’t no poet

But with the world around all wild and crazy

When I find myself in frenzy

And it wasn’t me but you all fussy

Wouldn’t you hide behind pen and paper

And come up with sketches that tapper

All edges and leave you to conquer

Still I said am ain’t no poet.

Just a simple sketcher with pen and paperI am PePa.

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HIGHWAY:Sketches of infatuation

For pleasure came before conscience

And hurt came with all the flaws therewith

To fill up the void love vybes amplified

And dismantle the highway of my lost nature

As my infatuation lay baseless

In favour of your lies and the heat you professed

For soon the heart found truth and rode on waves of reality

That beneath all the electricity

There lay nothing but adversity

Hence my downslope of separation

Served only as a channel of my realisation.

PePa/ courtesy of http://whenanintrovertspeaks.home.blog

IT LIES IN THE DETAILS: sketches of beauty.

I could take a moment to enjoy the expanse

But I choose to sit and enhance

The beauty God creates right through in romance

Of ocean and beach speaking through in fragrance

A fragrance not smelt but felt

Felt as it flows from the beach into the mountainside

It cascades the slopes as it hopes

Hopes through the green of life and thickets

Thickets up the peeking rocks and frolicks through the trees

Trees merge into forests and forest gives way to the arching boulders ..

Boulders they ease into the beauty that is the proud mountain above

In striated rock formation as the beauty lies within His creation.

PePa

BLESSED EID UL FITR: Sketches of heat

Beautiful cold and chilly morning,like cold and chilly means different worlds or better words..mmmh!This however serves to describe my morning.

Did I just say morning?Goodness! It is afternoon and my feet are still scared to leap out of bed.Received a couple of emojis and gif’s to give me a little shove out of these warm sheets but no way.This needs a little more than that.

Thank God for Ramadan and this most blessed Eid ul fitr.It is welcome everyday.I think Muslims should fast every week and bring this relief of a holiday every end week.”Too bad” it is a holy month and has to work in lines with holiness and not desire to our hearts.

So poor me for today I stay in bed but tomorrow I have to get up and brave the cold.But why am I worried about tomorrow when today my duvet,heavy tees, a hoodie in bed and a mug of hot beverage should help?I mean I only have today,right?But here is my sorry behind pushing the beauty of this beautiful cosy day to the woes of tomorrow…Typical human discordancies.Ashok my fellow blogger once posted about living each day and enjoying just that.He called it BEGIN TO WEAVE ,get the post here
https://wp.me/p2R21-vY

So am not about to worry me about tomorrow.I will not even complain about this chill out there.I remember there are days I loooonged for the cold in all its royal coldness and this right here plays a note of nostalgia to my musings.

Bed might be cold and need an extra warmth but hey,am gonna take it in steps and bits and have this bit within my mouth munching away at the bit roots life throws my way.

No sky in my clouds and all its greyness adds to my beauty.I don’t miss the sun with its scorching heat though I love the rays it leaves as it sets down the cosmic horizon.I will stare into my misty window panes and embrace the cold warmth that envelopes my vision.Beauty can only be beheld by those who choose to live today.For tomorrow in essence is a promise but today is the present.

Enjoy the cold musings of today.Blessed chilly weather and an amazing Eid Ul Fitr to our Muslim brothers and sisters.

PePa.

Why won’t you listen: Sketches of communication.

Maybe my suggestion was a lie

Whose sound you din’t like for heavens know why

Maybe another’s thoughts you would buy

For in them you couldn’t find a single sigh

Maybe I look a little too much

Into words that for all reasons hold no surge

Or scope that’s found in scripts as such

Maybe my words you found a lie

Yet in essence in them I see all truth lye

But what is truth if truth can only be mine?

And mine sounds selfish if your’s can’t refine

Refine the mere words much better than wine

A wine of little words that all combine

Combine to make sense and form a spine

A spine so fine it’s lost in dust.

So please just listen for that is a must

A must to listen and make all sense

Sense in words that have no offense

For offense kills all essence of wisdom in trance

So please I beg you give me a chance

A chance to speak and share my expanse

An expanse not held in span or breath

But breath held in and given to ear…

Don’t you know if you ignore me then you ignore you too?

LISTEN.

PePa

REST:Sketches of fatigue.

My neck callsAnd shoulders fall

As the blades to same crawl

To meet the aching growl

A growl of pain and ache

Like the call of owls we forsake

So near yet awfully hard to partake

So the nerves get a path to take

Down the lane of regress

A regress that sure burns and pulls

Pulls all your essence to denial

A denial to lay down and take rest

Rest that sure we all need

A need that is never fulfilled

As fulfilled to man means less progress

Progress we so forget is hard to achieve

Achieve when body is all in a foul cry

A cry of pain and fatigue.

Let the body rest and mind restore all nerves and cells.

PePa

WELCOME JUNE..:Sketches of gratefulnes 3

Quite gruesome and right through slow this day has been.Sitting in this lofty seat brought quite an aura of peace in its wake however.

You know those days that seem not to end?Quite cold to add,though dressed in a heavy set jacket and having taken drums of hot tea,chocolate or even coffee you still can’t seem to evade the surges of yawns and crack of knuckles for both warmth and relaxation?

A drag from same however had to give up as sun let go of its dull rise behind the grey clouds.I mean,I love the sky most often than not.I don’t mind grey clouds either but the bore I derived from today’s slag made me miss my golden sunsets.

Golden sunsets in whose glory am often drowned as I bask in.Staring into the horizon I must admit has always been therapeutic.Makes me lose myself most often than not.Most times I has to beat logic back into my head and remind myself that this is all God’s splendour and absolution.

Splendour which in days like today I must absorb into and forget all of the day’s sorrows,not worry about what tomorrow may bring either.Why not worry though when there is so much to do with very little to no resources at hand?Resources diminished by crunches to a once promising economy heaved with investments on end.Same economy has thus beat down upon every already ailing pocket in process.

Well,in such moments I have been drawn to the same reality that even today in itself was never a promise.Rather it was a blessing I most often bypass.So why beat myself for tomorrow’s sake when even today was but a gift?

So now one lesson comes in handy in the process.That I can’t afford to procrastinate no matter how much time I have.Another is that yes,I have to work,however,I can’t kill myself over what is beyond my ability for if I do so,when will I get to live rather than spend my while being hostile to myself?

Hey PePa lover,forgive me for not sharing other persons sketches but what is life if am not in it?Yes I know it will move on even without my presence but thing is I won’t be in it.I thus have to to take a moment,a second maybe if you ain’t used to my nagging by now.I have to savour every beauty that life waves under my wings and that joy brings to my plate.

Yes,look at it,take it in and make sure you miss no split second,some have micros to them.Don’t try missing or even losing the beauty while at it.

If you give it breath maybe you will realise that we have so much to be thankful about.I mean,everything and even nothing is a gift and an awe and wonder.

My point hence to this gruesome day and write is to usher in the new month with joy,a lot of gratefulness and hope.To see every good and bad thing it brings positively and to enjoy to the limit every June day.

Halo June,goodbye May.May God bless you all PePa lovers and newbies.May you find the good in everything.

PePa ..

POSSIBILITIES:is fate a reality or just a sketch of illusion?

If you take the time
You will have a rhyme
Held within the rhythm
That life brings in theme….Your horizon is not set
Within the limits that upset
Leaving your heart unsetYour strength lies beyond your eyes
As your fate is not within the fireflies
Nor held within the skiesYour possibilities has God placed within you
According to His power at work in you
In line with His good,perfect and pleasant will for you.PePa