YOU'LL NEVER SAY GOOD BYE

I own watery eyes, blurring my vision

with loud thoughts screaming in my mind

hold my hands see me off

teary miles have I come

weary knees and humbled hart

twenty seven years in the battle field

though I live this race

I must confess not being the best

so many hugs in my bag

and many smile sin my heart

yet time and tide chases me

these marks I've got to show

because the real plight I know

slowly as I approach this end of the road

merrily, humbly watching and waiting

for thine receipt to the new home

as though com-est

in my resting place I beseech

shed no tears, have no fears

I'll be your angel guiding, watching from above

alone I ride to the lofty heights abroad

time slips through my hands I see

yet you'll never say good-bye

Wingless Angel

Wingless angel
doeth fly not
partakes its feathery wings
shattered and flapped to break

blemish not
but won the race
to conform to its omber's wrath
whose sweet sleep brought forth wrath

candles melt's its own light
who else, but devils do delight?
bloody thought that blind my sight
whose wise is it: It sees no light

bloodless death
eternal sleep
whose innocence beseech
your mercy and grace to let live

on whose cost is the boast
when own flesh like blood
three existed not
two sacrifices the third

live but not let live
strong arms crushes thine body
joy denieth O'er thee gift
rest in peace thee unborn

BEAUTY DEFINES

Noticed this beauty well defined
Maybe it was meant to be so,
This is the real her
There is a great deal
Worth noting; her side burn,
Glossy and resembling
that of a Boran girl.
The slight wig of her
eye brews, clearly noticed
As natural yet well laid.
While her skin is
that of a true redhead fair.
A bit freckled on the tip
of her nose and her cheeks.
With the rest of her soft
and tender looking skin
being more of chocolate
than brown, I am amused
by the festive scattering
of the little brown flecks,
sprinkled as if by the
whim of a friendly fairy.
She has fashionably full lips
that are naturally
colourised. A natural,
blend of chocolate
and brown in a manner
as if by a beauty artist,
and a large round dark
and glittery, pretty
but emotionless eyes,
like those of a wax doll.
She is the beauty defined.

MEMENTO MORIE

he begs off today
in still silence
the breath and pulse
of the heart that bangs its walls
in fear and anxiety
the urge to move on
and crave for more breath
a peaceful sleep is all it takes
flagging up yellow to breath
flagging up white to sleep
easy and smooth pale smile
that jellies the face in cold tears
smooth groans, that engines the journey
across the curtains that divides
sleep from rest
eyes refuses to close
lighting out through the air
to grasp the glimpse of life so tight
still goes out to the chest to rest
and break from breath
to take a rest
pale face draws a smile
smile of victory won
of paradise got
with the same massage
memento morie

BLOODY MOON

Bloody moon groans for its own
One trail made to drain in the dark
And ears hurt by wails in the cry
The cries in the silent, nights, merciful cries
When fade does slate
Of death to date

The hovering winds in the dark nights
Cries when the other died
No storms but the ocean tides
Sing the sorrowful songs of the body laid
Laid to drink of it’s woeful belly

Stars delight no more
When palms and leaves, dew tear drops
And the wailing streams, blood drain,
Naked roots shames the trees
Whose, nostril stings with deaths, ashes

The sky’s solace’s clear
When clouds detest the warmth,
Losing grip to face the flock,
Flocking clouds, blocking mouths,
Shocking crowns; of bragging lords.
The bloody moon’s watching in ewe..

Of women crying and children dying,
Death’s spying, life’s praying
Justice delaying, justice denying
A million groans angels dying
Who owns the tombs, who loves the dying?

by Robie O Nson on Friday, August 19, 2011 at 2:04pm

TAKE YE THINE SPACE

Take yee thine space

yee dwellers of the womb
my end cometh; my life
whilst thine has just began
take yee my fallen soul
footprint on the sand
O'er sand  of time
and tides of life to show
listen to the winds O'yee the youthful


Get the rays
the roads is the same
I loseth this place
yee get the rest
was not the best
be yee wise; learn O':dying mistake
of mine I defined
of vice and dies with errors
the  words of a dying man are sacred
so are mine get yee the sage from the crowd
scroll thine words at heart



Erase the plight O'er mine time
beseech yee though  thine sons
take lead in thine wise path
trace thine loosing pan
flee from my errant ways
and live the elegant days
denounce in thoughts and deeds;
thine enemies foes
and do me proud my sons
a thousand miles I watch O'er thee

by Robie Nson on Tuesday, September 6, 2011 at 1:59pm

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My Temptor

Hips don't lie, but thine did to me
thine beauty creamed in lies
thine Ooh lady beauty
floppy yet juicy breasts
that shyest at the sight of mine eyes
who shyest back at thine pair
round and appeasing waist and thighs
dancing to the tune of thine
like devils tail in pride
though bewitcheth me, my heart and I
I lost my breath ye tempter
how then can I pay thee my devil
having thee on my bed
dwelling in my heart, drinking my blood
and conquering my mind
did I tell you this! of your magical charms
that melts the iron heart of mine
stripping priests off their gowns
thine charms too strong for mine
to thine face, tongue cant tell
of thine louring lashes and Viagra eyes
caressing and arresting my spirit
thine beauty lies to me, my tempter..

by Robie Nson on Wednesday, June 2, 2010 at 7:34am

I need you more

I need to make a turn back

to the land of no sorrows
where I'd bet with sadness
and always take the lead
touch the lead to win
but why this way for me?
Chains of sorrow
and challenges that defeat
who holds my voice
and the ears to my words
am talking to you silence
talk to me! Voices are gone
mirror! She tells me, am bad
hated, unwanted that's why am sad
lights gone and darkness my friend
love is gone. She's happy alone
fear told me she found a friend
ooh my dark-lonely corner
please let me disturb you
but promise to keep my company after this
pleas let me scream
joy's lost deep in my heart
tears don't respond:TEARS! it hurts
Heaven! I need you home alone
Death ! Will you take me? Please don't ignore
Angels! You must have called me. I need you more... 

Robie Nson 2009

Sombre Tale

Wild and round,
round and wide,
no where to hide,
from these tides of pride,
striking the face of time,
time heals no wounds,
wounds heals not from time,
with pain I dine,
with fear, I sleep,
and tears I bathe,
In sorrow divine,
I seek in time,
the stitch, that saves no nime,
salivating lime,
all orange's lime,
no wine to dine,
just time to die,
I wait upon in pride,
for my flopping nigh,
cloud's the ninth,
when peace like a river,
set to deliver,
upwards to my redeemer,
like the birds of the weaver,
launching; dwellings for my soul....

by Robie Nson on Wednesday, August 10, 2011 at 11:24pm

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NYAR MASENO

Noticed this beauty well defined
Maybe it was meant to be so,
This is the real her
There is a great deal
Worth noting; her side burn,
Glossy and resembling
that of a Boran girl.
The slight wig of her
eye brews, clearly noticed
As natural yet well laid.
While her skin is
that of a true redhead fair.
A bit freckled on the tip
of her nose and her cheeks.
With the rest of her soft
and tender looking skin
being more of chocolate
than brown, I am amused
by the festive scattering
of the little brown flecks,
sprinkled as if by the
whim of a friendly fairy.
She has fashionably full lips
that are naturally
colorized. A natural,
blend of chocolate
and brown in a manner
as if by a beauty artist,
and a large round dark
and glittery, pretty
but emotionless eyes,
like those of a wax doll.
She is the beauty defined.

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PARALLAX

Action; Camera, then Light;
Human Caracas' the circus to watch,
living skeletons' the movie's delight.
Sound track's the cry; prolonged bitter cry,
of babies and women, soothing to die.
New movie's in the living room; lively, we cant deny,
Directed by nature, acted by the dying,
words that wounds the heart,
and drinks the blood, of the dying men.
"Dying of hunger? We are trying".
Trying? Please don't deny this
while here you are indulging.
Eagles and vultures above rejoices,
to the overflowing manna below, made to show,
greedy hyenas and warms polish the bones;
The carcases of human race.
A Nation with no face it may,
A wombles woman it is,
A barren soil indeed.
Joy has no room in me.
Parallax it is; it may be parallax,
For it is our norm, our plaxis.

Robie Nson 2011
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A special song for Eddie

Ever since you went away, it's been ages
Eddy, I look up above beyond the blue
skies and I know you are watching down
memories of your heart kind is on my mind
the last time I saw you I was singing
nearer my God to thee: for thee
then I was taking a moment of silence!

On your grave yard watching you go down to earth
couldn't didn't and never said good-bye to us
leaving us heartless, brother less and hopeless
couldn't stand watching mama crying for thine'
couldn't stand seeing daddy sorrow for thine
just to sing such a sorrow farewell song for thee
nearer my God to thee
when we were taking a moment of silence!

Still ring at the back of my mind: those memories
how we used to play and chase butterflies
and flowers: cry and lough for the scars we had
I wish you did live to be a hero of today's
be with me whenever Caresa's miles away
and Sam and Dorothy, too young to play
as close as I would keep you a bay
my heart goes down in please every time people sing
nearer my God to thee
it takes me every moment of silence!

In memories of the one who could have been
my brother, my friend: my closest friend
from enemies defend and give me strength
who knows, couldn't been the best Oliech
rocking the music, being first on finishing lines
wish I could have grown to see you tall and brave to fame
you could have been whispering in my girlfriends ears
telling her ' he loves you, keep your head up, have no fear'
every now I'd go down drawing a smile on mammy's aging face
wishing I rewind the time gone and never sang the song
nearer my God to thee
couldn't hadn't and never had taken a moment of silence!

I remember thee with loads of wish
you would've been here with me for all my friends to know that
you'd sing for me: I'd wright a poem and draw for thee
I remember thee for thy jovial, young and nature d spirit
that could have seen thee be thrice a better man than me
I do believe in the last words of a parting brother
so sacred to all particularly me: what did you mean
please shine down on me, say a word to me, every I'd go down on my knees
in prayers getting myself nearer my God to thee
every day every time I take a moment of silence!



Robie Nson 2009
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MOURNFUL GLAMOUR

I rage rage, here in fear dismay,
like a rose, plucked to please,
hot cake dropped to break,
and soft skin,cut by blade.
Like a powerful figure brought to shame,
an ailing soldier, dying in defense,
a pleading accused denied his bail,
an ailing woman, let to wail,
for her sick baby, in hospital made to wait.
My wounds, oozing, letting blood to drain,
while emotions and thoughts war in my brain,
who Else's to blame, what name's the game?
Life in a flame, blazing raze,
floppy flesh, bags in my skin, hangs on my bones,
while heart beats in groans for the solace set home,
where's the beast in me, the Male?
Anger and deceit, in this life tame,
living in range, life so strange....

(c) 2011 Robie Nson

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SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Silence is golden,
cuts, like a razor,
silence's death n deaf,
silence's defeat in power,
as a dumb that gives in to defeat.
But love is strong,
and lasts for long,
a chain, solid,
with clows so strong,
that cling's on to the heart's wall,
a force to part,
cuts the heart to bleed,
in tears to cry's the fear to die,
Silence the heart indulge in pride.
Silence' my fear to kiss the bride...

only the cross, never perish