Sunday, April 3, 2016

The Smoke-Chasers' Generation

Friendship is now officially online
Don't call or visit, drop a Facebook line

The years are shorter, moving too fast
Yet we spend most of it browsing iPads

We have lost connection to the real world
Chasing vanity, the life of celebrities

No longer talking face-to-face
Instead 24/7 Instagram, what a disgrace

We're quick to show off our "dope" lives
Yet can't articulate what our purpose is about

It's all smoke we're chasing, all emptiness
With no contentedness, only regret

How much longer will we live this way
Before we internally fully decay? 

© Bonyo Buogha 2016

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Weevils

I don't care much for weevils nowadays. I come across them in my flour when I'm settling to prepare my morning porridge, and go right ahead and pour them into the mix. See, you need to know where I am coming from: for the most part of my life weevils were a bother, a huge distraction. I could not stand weevils; seeing the tiny black things in my flour would put me off and I would get rid of the whole package. Not anymore.

See, I have grown over the years. I am more mature now, and better at discerning what is a deal-breaker and what is not. Weevils, which were too big a deal, are now too insignificant to elicit a shrug - they have actually turned into part of my food nutrient! You will need something bigger to stop me from having porridge, not weevil infestation. You will need something even bigger to stop me from chasing my dreams.

Are the same things that stopped you ten years ago the same things that are stopping you now? Are you suffering, a victim of the same recurrent problem? Or are you growing, maturing and becoming bigger - way beyond, and playing with bigger problems?

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Standing Still, No Life

Standing still
Unmoved sands, no time
Life's passenger
Unsteered wheel, no drive
Head churns
Unprovoked ideas, no mind
Heart beats
Unbleeding soul, no life

© Bonyo Buogha 2015

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Remembering, Always

I remember the scent of flower petals
filling the room
I remember ear-to-ear smiles
all joy, no gloom
I remember closed-eye laughter
that cannot be controlled
I remember your soft touch
electrifyingly smooth
I remember deep pains
and even greater joys
I still remember,
and live
A love
uncontained

© Bonyo Buogha 2015

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Love is what we need

Love, that is all. Only four letters, consuming the planet's four corners. It is what we all search for, knowingly or not. It is the big empty hole that lead others to kill, because they do not have it and are suffering. It is the thing we confuse for recognition and status. And work our butts off two thirds of our lives to achieve, only to realize that we would rather have been a child - building friendships and a wholesome experience of life, and not smoke screens. When we realize that we are eternal, and bigger than the car and house and all these things. That we are not slaves to them, and that they are there for us to merely use and enjoy. But they do not define who we are. If we allow them to define us, then we will be forever empty: forever searching for the "next thing"; there will always be a next best car, next best phone, next best house design. Does that mean you're searching for a next best you? It is like changing the design of a tall structure as you go along, and not obeying the very capable foundation that was made for it. And piling it with floor after floor of weak material and unnecessaries. The building will lack integrity, and will be unstable and ready to collapse at the smallest shock. However, when you follow the design for which it was built, the house is whole and complete. Do you know what you were built for? Follow it. Pursue it to the death; run after it with that last breath you have, even after the sprint of life has exhausted you and you are out of breath. Use your reserves: you always have that in you. And remember the greatest message ever left to us while at it: Love one another, as you love yourself.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The One that Got Away

See, I think about you daily, and I wish you would come
Your exit, no goodbye, up to now still got me stunned
See, I charted out your course, and the spaces you would go
But you left me for life's flailings,
Left your dreams to be John Doe

© Bonyo Buogha 2015

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Don't wait for 63

Picture c/o Petapixels.com
Such dire grief at 63
To discover your life givn'
away, with the wind
to thoughts of "they want"
'stead of losing thine-self
to thine dreams, thy wants

See they know not
what 'tis they want
They follow the tide
and cast their nets
To dreams and fates
of blind mice

Yet you cast yours too
and sail'd same tides
Conformed same nets
and sold thine dreams
Now discover'd 'tis late
to live like eighteen

© Bonyo Buogha 2015

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Inferior Superiors

We have been living a life
Based on a deceitful lie
That we are nothing as black skin,
Signified color of evil
Our whole culture a shambles
Our past burned up, now rubble

We have forgotten that we are royalty
Our golden black color our pride
Our rich culture, nothing to hide
Our vast wealth, birth right
Yet we give it all away, shameless
For a lie etched by a scribe

© Bonyo Buogha 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Remembering no "do not"

Once upon a time, we were young.
Once upon a time, we were kings of our castles.
Once upon a time, we didn't know hope, or fear or sadness. Because we lived in the moment. We laughed, we cried, and forgot the next minute. Once upon a time nothing could stop us - we owned everything, and everything was open to us. We did not have the "do not's" that we have now; we did not "do not" dream, "do not" laugh - these have been taught to us. Because our hearts were empty yet had no space for but that which we wanted.

Remember to always live once upon a time

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Waltzing with Life

The absurd craziness
The absolute aliveness
of living a moment at a time
Unafraid, unworried
Of revolting stares
at your shameless dares
At you lack of shame
at your "life's a game"

© Bonyo Buogha 2014