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

© 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
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