Qweyku

Qweyku May 2014

Just how does warm weather conjure
the inebriated
&
lovers,
on to
Londons’ Tube?

Are sweaty nights
an aphrodisiac tune,
to an alcoholic groove?

Wavering
tight stepped shuffles,
paired with
googly-eyed,
hand-clasped,
lip-locked,
snuggles.

Inward thought
toothpicking the corners of mouths,
as cheerful eyes spy
the Underground antics of the South.
That off the shoulder dress,
stranger clothes,
newer shoes;
a fashionista bazar,
A fleeting memory is
Winters’ white metaled fire.

Hapless in this weather
what else to do but smile?
Is it not so much easier than to revile?

Warm weather has a mission…
dismiss disgust.
Go on London smile.
It’s a must.

**© Qwey.ku

#love #drunk #london #underground #tube

Qweyku May 2014

ORCHESTRAL MOVEMENT

Loves' tribute;
was a traumatic bloodletting,
at the feet of Earths' foundation,
passed over through resurrection,
as the author; Perfect,
penned the first song,
startling in Red;
chorused;
Sacrifice and Redemption.

A soul melody,
padlocked on repeat,
a key,
to live,
to move,
to exist;
the act of human being.

A dance of humiliating instruction,
'twas the universe's orchestra simply conducting;
a priceless,
yet eternal concerto,
forever titled...
‘Unique-Spring-Awakening’

**© Qwey.ku

Qweyku May 2014

I AM JOYFUL ONLY BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT SADNESS IS

Hello again Melancholy.
Why are you so unkind to me?
Melancholy
Is it too much for joy to hover viciously above pain?
Melancholy
For my pain to be less than joy I would give you gold;
melancholy.
But you are too familiar and you know my kin.
Melancholy
Burden has aged my back, bent to understand;
Melancholy
That even in mirth the heart,
melancholy
can be forlorn.
Melancholy,
I would that you were just an acquaintance passing through;
melancholy.
But all your lies cling to me,
melancholy!
How to be rid of you?
Melancholy?!
Forced to see through the sting of blinded hearts’ tears, the eyes of
Melancholy.
Such, sweet, sad, silent, sadness is
Melancholy
My bitter friend masquerading as my enemy
melancholy.

~ QB

#sad #sadness #melancholy #ihatecancer

Qweyku May 2014

TWELVE KEYS

The key to finishing is beginning.

The key to victory is uniquely found on the battle field forged through a warriors' cry of triumph.

The key to any type of revelation; is activation.

The key to liberty is wrought with the hammer of responsibility.

The key to paradise is hidden; it can take a lifetime of searching and/or a single simple decision.

The key to understanding; is found in the application of knowledge through wisdom.

The key to any type of belief is often based on the intangible; a step of faith.

The key to fruitfulness is in planting good seed.

The key to overcoming; is found in the hands of the heart injected with the fuel of persistence.

The key to life; is recognizing the breath of the living.

The key to love; is G-d.

The key to any beginning is only made visible at the ending.

**© Qwey.ku

#life #faith #success #12 #keys

Qweyku May 2014

HIDDEN TIME

Let's rob
the hands of time
of its
PRIME
mission
&
gain a few moments
of
Loves'
SUB
mission.

Become
LOST,

Anti - Clock,

Wise - Thieves,

marking time,
in the honey coated
heated silence
FOUND
in between
the seconds of the night.

Embracing; blissfully.
Forgetting…
to refrain from embracing.
LOVE
&
elude the time to hate.

**© Qwey.ku

#love #time

Qweyku May 2014

A LETTER OF SEEDS'

I planted seeds of flight at winters end,
waiting for the warmth of the Sun,
that its rays would lift my wings,
and make me really fly.

Cocooned in the comfort of darkness,
but tired of the wait.
Ready to stretch with hope of growth,
a maturity not yet reached.

Four questions, even five.

How is it, this cycle has no end?
Nor a circle no corner?
Who commands the Dawn's womb?
And instructs earths' heavenly dew?

Please tell me.

Is it you?

Waiting for heavens light,

Yours sincerely,

(SPACE)

Seeds of flight.

**© Qwey.ku

#hope #faith

Qweyku May 2014

PATIENCE DEAR FRIEND - PATIENCE

Impatience rode and passed me by,
I caught her looking down on me,
cuttingly,
with her gems for eyes.
scornfully,
sighting me
up
&
down.

Laughingly,
the sadistic mirth in her vision
spoke:

"Ha-ha,
Yes,
I've caught your attention,
how little you know;
a simple race with men
&
your limbs fail.
How then will you run with horses?"

I took wisdom from that evil look of thought.

In that moment,
I pulled
on
My Covering
much tighter,
that
Humble
but
Faith-full
Cloak,

I wrapped around me
firmly
averting my eyes
to the blazing
fire
before
me,
warming myself
in the comfort of its gaze,
patiently waiting...
…waiting
for horses.

**© Qwey.ku

Patience is a more lovely woman and her other name is virtue, wait for her; she carries baskets overflowing with ripe fruit called strength.

#patience #virtue

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