A PEN for TWO

"I love my neighbour." This statement we often make,  So smoothly it glides off our tongues. But do we? Do we really? Or is it only in word? You saw him; out in the cold, In tattered clothing, and barefooted. But past him you went, Even a glance you spared him not. But when you're asked, You say with pride, "I love my neighbour." Do you? Do you really? That little girl; lean and skinny, Watching you chomp away on some goodies, Praying and wishing you'd throw her a bite. What did you do?  You sent her away. Oh yes, with a lesson. "It is bad to stare." Yeah right, "You love your neighbour." Do you? Do you really? He came at your door; wet and cold, Shivering, teeth chattering. What did you? You shooed him away  Because you don't run a charity. But of course, "You love your neighbour." Tell me, do you? Do you really? He said, "You saw me naked and clothed me not, you saw me hungry and fed me not, you saw me thirsty and gav...

I love her! But she ain't mine, She belongs out there; To some guys cool and busked, With silver spoon in their mouths. But I love her. I love her so badly, I can tell she does too. But she will be gone to another; Another who they set a table before, Who makes cigarettes their daily food, Who smiles like an Englishman, Walking with swag to show off. How I wish I could fight it; I could voice out and stand. But I know, if ever I do, I will be done; Done like daylight that will soon fade, And darkness will be my portion. I will let her go! No matter how much she tugs at me, No matter how much she cries, No matter the words she says to me, She belongs to another, I know; Another who perhaps has got everything, For she once told me I possess nothing. So I will stroll off, With a smile, despite my heart pains. I will walk and walk very quickly, So a thought does not consume me To glance above my shoulders. Lo! Walking away to avoid trouble. ©Tgenetics.

I lost myself while loving you, And for a long while, I imagined just us two. You made my fairytale heart believe in forever, And my fickle soul only saw us together. But then reality slapped me hard in the face, And bitched me about with anything but grace. I watched you discard my heart like it was trash, And every one of my dreams disappeared in a flash. I once believed in sunshine and set the rainbows in my gloved palm; But now, I don't even want nothing akin to love's psalm. The darker days have taught me that only kids dream, That tomorrow is just an impossibility at the end of today's seam. So I'd rather not blame karma and burden myself with rue, Because I know my toxic love broke you too. © Khrystalz

I don't think the definition of Joy is complete until you feel a life growing inside you. There is this feeling, indescribable tingling in you, knowing you are about to make an impact. That your life won't be vain–you've got something, or rather someone, to show for it. From another perspective, there is no greater gift to a man other than his little self. He'll love, adore, cherish and respect the one that he's giving and the one he is given. You can always feel a stronger connection between a man and his expectant wife. Now his life is significant and he has something, or rather someone, to live for. Pardon me, I hate to spoil this moment but, what happens when the foetus's life gets cut short abruptly? Like dew settling on Earth at dawn, darkness settles on the couple, blocking out the light they may have once possessed. The aura around them becomes so dark and thick and cannot be cut through with a multi-million dollar sword. Sadness, depression, anguish slo...

  It was spring, The season when all comes to life. It was spring, But it was a sad time for my wife. Few months in And her stomach got round. The doctor assured us That the baby was healthy and sound. She was brimming with joy, While I made plans to be the best dad. She wanted a girl, And I wished for a chubby lad. My Ma was proud; We had finally moved away From my parents' house, And found a bigger place to stay! Of course we spent a lot On clothes, a crib and some toys. But we did all with smiles, And plenty help from my homeboys. It was spring, But then blood flowed; The doc shook his head, And I watched my wife implode. He said the baby left And the news came as a blow. We were happy and high, But that loss brought us low! Oh yes, she wept. Many nights were filled with cries, The days were spent in a daze, And it seemed the sun would never rise. In sorrow she wasn't alone, For in truth, we were by her side. At last we got a smile; Away from sorrow, that was a huge stride. ...

The tapes that make up my mind  Play in the most dynamic ways:  The scenes that stage my innocence  Are rewinded time and forth  To paste onto the thickening shrubs  Of life, that create worlds that act  As a haven, when my wings break.  I can see the—by then—love of my life  Smiling with sunrises and sunsets  Onto the starving canvas of my eyes,  I pause to count the smooth white pillars  That stand in halves in her mouth.  I navigate the brown soils of her skin,  And realised God dug an extra pore on it.  I forward to blow the peeping tears away.  I skip to the day when I first had  A taste of maturity; I could go out til late,  Like the world outside the house  Was a room I made my playground — All the toys now break before my eyes.  I rewind to when nakedness  Was my favorite suit:  When my face was always a wet house  Mopped daily by a caring drier hand.  I forward a l...