I am that bird in the sky - By Ousuru DeBlack

Watching the birds in the sky,

As they fly with a greater freedom,
Drawing a beautiful pattern in the atmosphere,
But leaving no air-prints in the sphere,
They embody a creation at peace - with each other,
In the manner they move in unison - and celebrate together?

Watching the chicken on the earth,
They too move together,
As they scratch earth's surface,
To fend for themselves and their chicks too,
Occasionally fight for a share of that food,
Yet most of the time they live in harmony,
For all have but plenty.

Now that I am that free bird in the human sky,
And that I have the freedom of my conscience,
I will leave air-prints and footprints in the human hearts,
As I fly in this multiple skies of humanity,
I will seek to live in peace and make peace my bow-string,
To create peace in the human hearts,
And unity in the social fabric.

Even as I scratch the earth's surface,
To fend for my family and myself,
My respect will run deeper - my ego backstage,
Hoping to leave a legacy - in eternity,
Since I am that bird in the sky!

He Died By Ousuru D. Black

He died,

He died two years to the day,

The day that robbed us his life,

His life that was a noble testimony.

Yes he died,

He died battling the effects of a stroke,

A stroke made the frail man helpless,

Helpless because he had no voice,

No voice to speak his final counsel.

Yes he died,

He died having lived full-cycle, almost,

Almost after seeing three generations,

Generations of his children, their children,

And their children’s children.

Yes he died,

He died and robbed us that love and unity,

Unity that was a creation of his discipline,

Discipline that embodied truth and justice,

Justice for his children and his family.

So when he died,

The main tree had fallen,

And we are left in pain and emptiness,

We remain in bitterness and fatherless,

Because the taproot died.

I am stood in faith and hope,

That our meet in the life yonder,

Will occur sometime some day,

Daddy I still celebrate you buddy,

Two years gone, keep resting in peace eternal.

Your son and young friend,

Just me – Black.

When I Die… By Ousuru D. Black

When I die,

People will pick up their phones,

And begin asking how I died,

And yet they never picked up their phones,

To call me and know how I lived.

When I die,

There will be those who will look for memories,

Of the last time we met and spoke,

And begin narrating those stories and encounters,

But never spoke of them about me when I lived.

When I die,

There are those friends’ who will want to know my home,

The name of my village so they can bury me,

And yet they never bothered to know,

When I still lived and danced on this earth.

When I die,

There will be those who will contribute to my burial,

As they seek to be seen to have loved me,

And begin creating ways for a fitting send off,

And yet they supported me not when I still breathed.

When I die,

There will be those who will talk about me,

Posting on Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp,

To confirm that they truly knew me,

And yet they never stayed close to me when I still walked.

When I die,

There are those who will want to know my kids,

And question whether I had one wife or so many,

Whether I had a family at all,

And yet when I lived, they were unconcerned about me.

When I die,

There are those who will now read my poems,

And get to my blog and share and marvel,

And praise my works when I am gone,

And yet they read not, cared not about my writ.

When I die,

Let me rest restfully,

Say less if you said nothing,

Let me be but just a memory,

A passing cloud in the wind,

That life and God made me to be.

Before I die,

You better be real and true,

And honest and frank,

Say what must be said to me and of me now,

Sing my praises and dance to my good words,

Even criticize my vices and wrongs,

So I can die knowing you were true,

Because in my death and grave,

I am deaf to the praises,

Blind to the ridicule and rumour,

And ye shall speak not and claim nothing,

When I am gone and breath no longer.

Because I am dead and rested.