UNHEALTHY CLOUDS

She lived a pretty happy life

She smiled and made merry

She was the envy of many

She was graceful and tame

Eyes followed her wherever she went

Children got excited in her presence

She was like a golden flower

A golden flower that could never wither

She was content with her life

A simple but happy life

A life that knew freedom and peace

An admirable life it was for her

And then the dark clouds appeared

Like a lion attacking its prey

It sprung into her life

And with a story so sad but interesting

They talk about the disease

The media warns and cries daily

But it seemed like a fairy tale to her

With deaf ears she lived a life of freedom

It was until that day

The day it was consummated

Premature yet sweet

The forged beauty of fornication

He seemed so perfect

So perfect without flaws

Unbleached by evil or plagues

Sweet like candy and chocolates

But she was wrong

Oh so wrong!

That was the kind of chocolate bar that was forbidden

A bar infected with bad bad consequences

And he knew all this while

But he was silent

Why! How can a person be so cruel?

She twists her pretty curls as she wonders

Still staring at the white paper in her hands

Tears roll down her cheeks

She stares

She sobs

The mistakes we make

The silly sacrifices for silly moments of bliss

The warnings we ignore

The scars we have to live with

And now she had to live with

The incurable disease

The slim-disease

The disease of a lifetime

The beauty remains

The freedom ever present

The charm glowing like flames

But the disease of a lifetime she had

Oh such an unhealthy dark cloud that would never go!

By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2012

SLIPPING AWAY

If only they could hear her scream, “Help me!

The chaos all around her was loud yet quiet

Her loved ones kept screaming at the doctors

The doctors kept whispering to the nurses

The nurses continued to shake their heads and this seemed to annoy her loved ones

The feel of her husband’s tears dripping on her dry cheek made her long for the life that was gradually slipping away

She was fighting for her life

Her breath was seizing

The silence was getting even quieter

The calmness was sweet yet wrong

Her eyes were still wide open

She could see it all

She could smell the pungent smell of the hospital

The bright lights stung her eyes

And the white tiles made her feel strange

The nurses seemed upset now

They were pointing at a door

The sign on the door read, “Cashier”

Why were they pointing at that door?

Was the Cashier going to be her Superhero?

Was the Cashier her Sweet Doctor of Healing?

Was the door a miracle door?

If only they knew how close she was to the white light

The hospital lights weren’t the only lights stinging her eyes

There was a stronger source of light

Bright but hazy

Her strength was gradually slipping away

She tried to say something but the words won’t form

Her lips trembled but still, “no words”

Her husband squeezed her right hand and muttered something in pain

She could feel the pain in his brown eyes pierce her heart like a sword

Oh she loved this man!

She truly loved him

And she cherished their fruit

The little being in her round belly

Her mother ran towards that door and came out shortly in frustration

She could see the sorrow in her mother’s eyes

The nurses had stopped pointing

The doctors were nowhere to be found

Something seemed wrong

The nurses slowly left her side in turns

Her husband was now crying like a helpless child

He was dramatically tearing his shirt and running around

He was enraged and she wondered why

The light in her eyes were now blinding her

But mysteriously she could see nothingness

She could no longer see anyone

No loved one

No door

No tiles

No nurses

No doctors

Nothing

Strangely but amazingly her breath was nonexistent

And then she felt like she was falling

And her eyes opened again

But this time around she could move

So she rolled off the stretcher

But she felt no pain on hitting the ground

She looked around and saw her mother holding a pink bag with money in it

As her husband threw the notes at the nurses in frustration

His eyes were red and he cried bitterly

He suddenly ran out of the hospital

And she ran after him

The doors hit her but she felt nothing

It was like she was floating

He fell on his knees and wept hard

She stooped to comfort him but couldn’t

She couldn’t hold him

Her hands went through his sorrowed being

Then the truth hit her hard

She was no more

By Sylvia Chika

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© SylviaChika 2012

TOMORROW’S REGRET

The feeling it gives

The soothing feeling

The dangerous lightness

It creates a fake sense of calm and peace

It makes you laugh and smile

It transforms ugliness to beauty

You run after a human-sized mosquito and think you can catch it

You laugh even at the weirdest jokes

You kiss and make merry

YOU MAKE DREADFUL MISTAKES AND END UP IN THE BED OF ANOTHER

It tears your morning apart

And transforms a good morning to a bad afternoon

Your head seems heavy

You hold your head in your hands to confirm its size

Hmmm…it feels normal

And then you remember the previous night

Arghhhh…you turn to your right and scream

JUST BEFORE YOU PUKE ON THE SOFT RUG

Oh no! What happened last night?

She smiles at you

A smile so ugly

You shudder in fear

She tries to pull you back in bed

You wriggle free, grab your jacket and dash out

Leaving behind your shame

But not the memories

Dirty and shameful memories

A you that wasn’t meant to be

“HAD I KNOWN”!

The memories hunt you as you struggle with your house key

The quietness of your house causes you to shudder again

You look at the clock

The reality of time nearly tearing your heart apart

Sitting on the sofa, you try to gather your thoughts

The fear of the unknown

If only you had stayed at home…

The thought of your adulterous act been reveled

The look on your wife’s face

The fear of disrespect in her eyes

IF ONLY YOU HAD STAYED

Gently walking into the room

You go numb

Like the chilled air of winter’s night

You go cold

A sight so wrong

Oh, so wrong!

What happened last night?!

The sight of your wife’s corpse with another

Oh God!

And then it comes back to you

YOU KILLED HER!

By Sylvia Chika

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© 2012 Sylvia Chika

My Muse is gone!

I miss my muse

Where has he gone?

Life is not the same without my muse

I’ve searched everywhere but I can’t find him

I’ve lifted furniture and scattered the sands on the earth

But my muse is nowhere in sight

My Muse is gone!

What a silly decision I took

I acted like such a child

And longed for the one thing I shouldn't have

Oh silly me!

I made him flee from me

Now I’m all alone and uninspired

With distaste in my mouth

My heart weeps for my muse

With eyes so wet I try to sketch

My brush glides on my board

But no inscriptions are seen

I’ve lost it all!

I caused it all!

Now I’m all alone without my muse

A GOD WITH LOVE SO TRUE

If I (can) speak in the tongues of men and (even) of angels, but have not love (that reasoning, intentional, spiritual devotion such as is inspired by God’s love for and in us), I am only a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. (1 Corinthians 13:1)

When I talk about the love I have for God

I speak various words in English

And sweet words in my mother tongue

My heart is filled with an indescribable longing

My eyes soften 
I close my eyes

And then the tears spill down my face

My spirit becomes alert

Words are not enough to describe how I truly feel

His love excites my soul

And I sway in his love

His love is like a warm blanket around me

For his love is so pure and true

Many of us have a special way we feel

That unique feeling when we worship God

That feeling of security

That feeling of divine love

It settles on the meek like a sheet of cotton

And soothes all pains

His love surpasses all

It is patient

It is kind

It is divine

It is perfect

It is right

His love is pure and sweet

His love is ever true

Oh! If only we could comprehend

If only men could open their mortal eyes to His divine love

See how much He loves us all

We sin yet He loves us

The bling lifestyle of the world pulls us away from him

Yet He waits on us

How much He has given us…so so much

A supreme being that gave His only son to die...

...to die for us all

That is a God of integrity and honor

A Being of supremacy

The God of all creation

A God with love so true

He is My God

By Sylvia Chika 

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He Brings Peace

He Brings Peace

Peace Undeserving To Man

But Peace, It Is

Pure Peace

Divine Peace

Like Pure Cotton on the Skin, It Comforts U

Envelopes Your Soul and Yields A Sense Of Calm

And You Smile

And Look Up and Proclaim His Awesomeness

Cos You Know He Alone Can Bring Peace

His Presence Brings Peace

It Washes Away the Deepest Of Pains

It Searches Your Soul and Presents Your True Being

It Places You on a Majestic yet Unearthly Platform

And You Answer Your King

With A Heart of Humility and Truth

Knowing That He Alone Owns Your Being

And He Alone Do You Owe It All To

The Purest and Truest Being in Existence

The Presence That Brings Peace

His Voice Brings Peace

Peace Known to Only the Meek and Pure

But To the Dark Hearted

It Condemns or Destroys

A Voice That Commands Yet Consoles

A Voice That Judges Yet Forgives

A Voice That Thunders Yet Soothes the Soul

The Most Powerful Voice of Authority

The Voice We All Crave For

The Voice That Brings Peace

A Kingdom Of Peace

His Kingdom Of Love

A Kingdom Of Standards

Standards of Purity and Love

Only the Purest Immortals Can Ply the Golden Roads

The Purest With a Heart Filled With Love for Him

The Kingdom That Houses the Greatest Choirs

The Kingdom of the Most High

The Kingdom That Ends All Pains

The Kingdom Of Peace

By Sylvia Chika

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IN HIS DIVINE BEAUTY

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. (Gen 1:1)

In his beauty he created us all

In his beauty he gave us life

In his beauty he forgives our sins

In his beauty he gives us another chance to love him

In his beauty he purifies our soul

In his beauty he provides our daily bread

In his beauty he heals our land

In his beauty he takes care of the creatures of the earth

In his beauty he causes the sun to shine and the moon to glow

In his beauty the stars light up the night sky

In his beauty he gives us a home for an after-life

In his beauty he gave us his only son

In his beauty he allowed us spit on his son and he paid the price for our salvation

In his beauty he watched his son hang on a cross for us all

In his divine beauty we are still ungrateful

But still his beauty remains

And he leaves his arms open to us all

By Sylvia Chika

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