Swear or Pear

Pick a pear that we can share as a pair,
If you dare I will declare that my heart is your ├ęclair,
I will give you no scare, never not care, and be there when all else turns to naught and you despair,
But pick a swear and I will not be as filled with flair.

Leave me bare, I’ll lie here with the salt in my wounds to bear,
I’ll try to sit up but prefer to stare, hoping you’ll feel the pierce of my glare,
If you choose to be this unfair, at least make sure you leave me with the fare -
to board your every nightmare, and leave you just as happiness-impaired.

The reprieve I seek to receive is not a gift I expect you to give,
You step all over my toes as I grieve and ignore my pleas, tossing them aside as I feel deceived,
You are nothing but a malignant thief, seeking my end as you feed your ravenous greed,
If I am wrong in what I perceive, misled in my belief, Then prove me to be that I may forgive.

Stay with me here and hear my misgivings,
Be by my ear all year and nurse my shortcomings,
Stay by my shears, my enemies are consumed with vindictive malice in amounts sheer,
Do right by my peers, into the future through the past they have peered.

Will you choose to refuse the other side?
Will you be enthused or bemused when your decision is clear as day before your eyes?
I’m not afraid to lose if it will mean being a recluse away from lies,
But I wouldn’t mind if I could seduce away the screws that would have me denied.

Yours in uncertainty,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

The Devil You Know

I could sit, on the floor,
better yet, kneel, to implore,
But even if you were worth the effort I would build a fort by day and a fort
-night, will not have passed without me wishing you the same plight I hoped for with fervent might since you crossed my line of sight,
I could lift and would gift a tonne-loaded forklift to anyone that could tear you a new rift
-Valley that you may sink deep into an abyss too dark for even mist to shape-shift.

In my sighs I learn that the devil cannot be burned for no urn can contain such scum,
And in my lies I find that it’s just my turn to feel the pain of the scrum I am forced into by your pattern of being perturbed,
I could, in my outcry, shed a tear, act concerned, fear that your love I have earned,
But I would sooner, in my decrying, find a grave for the sun next to where the unicorns from your barn reside.

It’s all pointless, futile and relentlessness eases no stress,
But alas in all my motions I act like your morning lotion, lightly caress and fade away into your breast,
So why is it such a complex process, a Herculean task hardly as easy as the mythical tests?
Would you prefer if I suckled like a child from your chest and made my life your armrest?
Would life feel simpler if I became a healer and proclaimed to offer the cure to my Detest?
Should even the latter be possible and I could create a mouthful of medicine to deal with myself,
There would be no point being any less thankful for what only a handful such as yourself
could bestow to one obstinate little elf, fending foes to acquire the only inextricable wealth,
Education by experience, brought to you by an abundance of pathological attempts to retain control of self.

Who am I on this lonely planet we call home?
Another free spirit to live free, die young, find love in Rome?
Or another decreed outlaw sentenced to eat with pigs, die hung, find ‘have’ in a poem?
Does it matter which hand I choose to feed from if it is not my own?
What worth is to be the decision of one who has none condoned?
Enigmas in translation, find no meaning in semantics or diction, this must be a chapter even that deity never closed.

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell.
~Home Alone~

Such and Such

“What’s up?”, “Nothing much,” I replied,
We’ve lost touch, haven’t spoken much since July,
I want to fuss, look around and cuss, but my mind declines,
You’ve been good I trust, I’m no longer feeling that thirst, once so blind.

I diligently searched, and as such, was surprised not to find,
A hint of my musk, or even a shirt, left behind,
It seems you have cursed, or buried in the dirt, all that was mine,
Clearly here is my drop from first, my lips I purse, I brace for the decline.

The temerity lingering in your every word,
Shared your identity with this crooked world,
I could argue your integrity and spin and swirl,
But no nicety could fool us all,
Yours is a frightening spell you see, and away from thee we must crawl.

We fuss and we fight about such and such,
And so you’ve earned the right to match your match,
But while we toss and turn at night, having nightmares much too much,
We should be making love and dreaming of heart to hearts.

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

The Bastard Son

It’s that type of circumstance that leaves you rooted in your stance,
Stunted in your growth and unsure about whether to be blunt,
It’s times like these when you could go off into a rant, but the voices in your head insist on a chant,
You want to unleash every possible brickbat but for some vaguely identifiable reason, beyond recognition burnt,
You just can’t.

Sometimes we think we are numb, playing dumb through our pain,
Sometimes we think we’re calm, patient in our waiting so vain,
But in reality we are but a fraction of our dream man, certain to fail,
Yet we hold on, even strong-arm our brain,
Into believing our very own absurd, wishful claim.

Stop time, will you?
I need to take back what’s mine and kiss this ire goodbye,
But alas, you can’t, can you? What I desire I can only reminisce and sigh,
You need to leave then, I no longer admire the words from your lips, not if they speak such lies,
When shall anyone see my outcry? Shall I hiss and bite before you see that I would sooner die?

The tempest has come,
At the slightest sign of it you would run,
But yet here I am,
The test fell to the nonchalant one,
The crest borne by the benign son,
To represent the almighty Centurion,
Who lent no hand when enemies bled the nation.

Leave me be then,
I see a notable ignoble trend,
Let me fight without thee, it’s for the best.

Mine in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

Country Musings

Idyllic scenes and forgotten mysteries,
Slower speeds and mystical scenery,
Find me a lead and I will follow it to infinity,
I feel deeply keen to be left to this serenity.

And so introspection comes into play,
I realise just how hastily I take each array of cards that life throws my way,
In my worst of many a day, my dismay is as gripping as a plague,
Yet the root is hardly worth the struggle when thought about intently,
I’m certain of nothing but I question everything, studiously,
I’m sure if I got my own reassurance I’d be happy,
So it’s at times like these that I reflect on what makes life worth it.

Emotions are overwhelming, passions consuming,
But in the end only we can captain our ships of destiny,
And no matter how much we seek to be perfect,

We are flawed in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

Who We Are

Is possibly, those meant for each other,
Destined for the warm embrace of no other,
Blessed with the good fortune of not keeping in constant touch,
And still remaining a certain match.

Or maybe our path is to split at a crossroads,
Perhaps we are meant to only be temporarily entangled,
Only to be not so baffled when our separate ways we must go,
It could be that we’re living through a phase, enjoying the show,
But as is commonly known, the fewest thrills are savoured at the front row,
when all hell breaks loose and they are challenged with the unknown.

So which road is for us? Who must I entrust with our case?
Do we simply drop all we have come to trust in so much? Surrender barely into the race?
Is the situation life-or-death, would the crash be perilous? Can I live with myself should you be erased?
These and so many more mysteries make my mind race, my heart beats perplexed by all these matters it cannot grasp,
With all its acquired experience, it can make no contrast, with all the energy in the world it can’t outpace,
So we make it work, pushing and struggling, if only to save face.

I’m aware of your many a weakness,
But for how long have we known each of the other’s strengths?
How well can you explain my deepest of depths?
Must I show you how much to me thee has meant?
Would you like to accuse me of being emotionally inept?

I try and will not cry until it is for joy,
I strive to wipe dry your tears, until you see it as more than a ploy,
And I work hard to be smart and tactfully employ,
the best means to get that smile out from between your lips so coy.

I’m not sure who we are,
But I’m sure I am,

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

Overreaching

How quick you are to assume that after all this time you know everything,
That you have learnt whatever there is to my way of thinking,
When alas you know but a smattering,
You could claim your worth today and amount to nothing,
Though in reality, ‘nothing’ is something.

The dance shall be partaken in, however it is choreographed,
But it would be a mistake to think that it is all determined by how you act,
In the larger frame of this life I attempt to fill with an artwork,
You are as miniscule as a pixel, so try to act enlightened and watch where you blot, footwork,
The time for games is really past, and lust untamed was never really an issue for us, sheer luck.

Time heals all wounds but I don’t,
The comforts you seek and from which you quickly retreat I find a joke, “Ha ha”
If you think I’ll be in your tire, a lone spoke, know that I am well beyond matters of the heart,
Induratized thanks to another’s lies, galvanised and untouched,
Expect that not even a scintilla of rust -
shall impregnate this steel shell I wear and hold on to steadfast,
Who do you think you were from the start?

Of all your whimsical megrims I am tired,
Here today, gone tomorrow, quick to point and leave blame apportioned,
Feet I do not kiss, inasmuch as I aim to please, so consider your indecision frowned upon,
Your hallucination that I am to do more than is right by me for you is fiction,
But best of luck landing a role in your own play at the audition.

I am mine, doing as I please,
Taking none of any of your insecurities,
Intent on tending to none of your needs,
And most certainly,
compromising no more, as is plain to see

It is thee, not me, that is out of my league.

Yours only in dreams never to be lived,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

Life Diaries

The vagaries, that’s where the life is,
In the uncertainty, subject to the whims,
Those gusts of wind, the waves that rock our shores and dampen our sails,
It’s all about these unpredictable variables, what I want but am not sure about, porous pails,
I cough and I sniff but my doctor knows not from what I ail,
It is that time in life when you pass every test but wonder if this is the one you’ll fail.

Bring me to my senses so I see past all the strain,
I go through the hustle and bustle, through the hassle I battle, pushing through the pain,
Give me the foresight to see what’s ahead that I may know what to me pertains,
Understand what I should and shouldn’t retain,
Take off the wheels so I no longer train,
Leave me free so I can blaze a trail,
Life, oh life, unshackle me, throw away the chains,
Then watch as I dash off, and stare at this space.

Here I am, brazen and chock full of courage,
Bring it on and see me manage,
If I’m meant for greatness then make this all worth the challenge,
Give me the impetus to put my best foot forward and jump to my highest,
After all, it is to my past self that I pledge,
to be a better man as each day passes.

So offer it all, that I may rise and fall,
That I may serve the ball and strike it out of my end of the court,
And let’s take this journey as it comes, as I grip my racquet with sweaty palms,
Know that soon I’ll be ice cool and hardly as alarmed.

Yours vivaciously,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

Worst Best Friend

We huff and we puff, things get ever so rough,
Down my throat you stuff, and against your face I rub, all these things not fair for either of us,
Life couldn’t have been worse, but be the best we must,
So we toil and try to forget all in which we are embroiled, so we can find a way to reinforce our thick crusts,
Really, all that matters any more is the chief factor of TRUST,
All that keeps this ethereal connection holding is the fact that we need an us.

I love you like I never have any other,
But I also realise that I have never known another,
Who am I to assume that with you I am only bothered?
How would I know how things would be elsewhere?
I put my faith in the fundamentals, I grit my teeth when faced with anger,
I hold my breath when moments pressure my heart to flutter,
I grab desperately at the air to seek a support whenever in my step I falter,
But onto this I hold on like it is, because it really is, all that matters.

I have learnt many valuable lessons,
So many in fact that I choose not to give up when things are fledgling,
I must believe and live, fight until…
I can say there is no more to be fought for and all has been achieved,
But when is that ever going to be the case in reality?
Is life ever going to give us such finality?

Whatever happens,
I’ll try and keep my spirits from being dampened,
And hopefully stay,

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

Down the beach

It was a bright, balmy summer’s day,
Walking down the beach calmed me in every way,
But far ahead in front of me, I could see what would probably have me from my foray swayed,
Your long hair seemed to just cavort in the wind, your skin as delighting as the sunrays,
And as many in my position would have said,
You were “Gorgeous for days!”, so I looked up to the heavens and nodded as if to say,
“Well-played”.

I maintained my pace, after all, you weren’t going anywhere for as long as I could see your face,
The only thing that could admittedly race, was my heart as it danced about like your lace,
Maybe I was getting ahead of myself, too quick to have a link between us traced,
But I was too excited to have any conclusions I’d drawn erased,
And just as I made that final decision, you were no longer in the horizon, right before me you lay,
And I opened my mouth to speak and overflowing confidence quickly eroded as I just stood dazed,
Our eyes had met, you were right in front of me but I was lost in their mystery, it was as if I was staring into a haze,
And yet I wanted to remain in this maze,
I wanted to say something so I coughed out a “Hey!”
As you just glared back, amused by my evident inability to look away.

I stretched my hand out for the handshake,
The moment seemed to last forever, make or break,
But eventually my hand in yours you did take,
And Claire was your name, or so you said,
Because what followed was so unexpected, I’m surprised to date,
As you pulled me in for what seemed like a hug, a kiss on my cheek you gently placed,
And before I could give you my name, you had let go of me like a mistake,
Said “Have a nice day!” and turned to leave,
Down the beach you went, as I stood and looked on in disbelief wondering,
“Couldn’t you have stayed for my side of the story?”

I guess we shall have to see,
If a next time is a possibility,
But until then,

I am yours incomplete,

Evans Mbora Campbell.