Facing My Nemesis

Oh No! There she comes again,
Bringing with her my misery & pain.
I better run before she drives me insane,
If she gets me, she will shorten wires in my brain,
She’ll perforate my little confidence & make it drain,
Then stick around to torment like a stubborn stain.
I guess should handle this as a man & not complain,
She shouldn’t always chase me in like a heavy rain,
But how & to whom would I be able to explain,
That a skinny girl knocks me down like a train?


Now I gotta get my body & soul together,
I gotta handle this shit a whole lot better,
Remembering the words of my sweet mother,
“Face your fears & be a winner, not a quitter”,
But what does mama know about a brother,
And how it feels seeing sexy eyes that glitter,
Altering his brain box: Putting it out of order?
I have to get it together & boldly step up to her,
Warn her intensely to stop being a heart-eater,
Before she would be held responsible for murder.


Dang! I think I have already had enough,
Now it’s time to man up & be tough!
Clears throat… It’s practise not a cough,
I hope my practised deep voice pays off.
I’m just gonna wait for her here in the sun,
I hope I won’t regret this after all is said & done,
I shouldn’t! I thought about this for over a week,
As she’s stepping closer & closer I’m getting weak,
Now I’m shivering in the sun, I think I’m sick.
I guess I’ll just do this on another day.


© DK, June 2011

My Best Friend & I

Unmerited favour,
Giving rest from labour.
Lifting the weak & lowly,
Transporting him to glory,
This is my story…


Forgotten & totally lost,
He located & found me out.
He came to saved me at no cost,
Saying the price had been paid,
Paid for in some life for life trade.


So a king’s life instantly became mine,
And my old life was taken away & buried.
All of a sudden my life became so fine,
That Beauty & I eventually got married,
With Favour & Glory also joining in to dine.


He gradually became my true & best friend,
And I get better with every moment we spend.
For me, it’s no more pains: No more struggles,
Because at points where another fails & fumbles,
He comfortably carries me over on his shoulder.


I asked & he told him his name was Grace!
I knelt to say thank you, as I referentially lowered my face,
Then he said it wasn’t him, who deserved the praise,
Coz it was his assigned duty to help me in my race,
And to take me to the Master’s intended place.


I asked him if he would leave me, if I messed up,
He said there is more than enough of him to clean it up.
I asked if he would do the same for my family & friends,
And he said it would be his pleasure to be there for them,
But they should turn to the master to send him to them.


© DK, June 2011