All in all

Pitty patter our goings and comings
We are products of our own doing
Consequences, results eventualities
The ponderings of my mind

What pray tell do we chase
Is is the wind which is here now and gone on its way
Is it the fading sun sinking in the horizon
Is it the tangles in the clothes ironed away in one simple touch

I have imagined a life different from this
This which is shrouded in doubt and uncertainties
And hidden in places i dare not reach out
Yet hope like a candle illuminates my way
Showing me without gestures the path to follow
And opening crevices where thoughts were long buried
And i hear from a distance ‘i got you’

I love I hate

I love beginnings, the newness of things
The talks throughout the day
Of nothing yet everything
The knowing me knowing you
Perfection as all can be

I hate the endings, the finality of it
The longing in the silence
The outstretched certainity of it
The forgeting that takes too long
Stale and fereboreding as can be!

I love life i hate life
I rise i fall
Battles and blessings
Sometimes i wish for blessing only
My head gets jambled up
My heart tied in a knot always
It keeps me weak it strengthens me
It kills me it keeps me alive!                       

Full circle, yet….

We have gone full circle in this my good man
I beg leave to let this be the last time
Silence tells it all and i concede i let it be
Yet my heart refuses to be still

Just a little while longer and my insistence will be a thing of the past
Its not the first second nor the last that these demons chase me
I keep a record of the chances i have had to escape
Yet my determination refuses to let me be

Oh how i thought this time will be diffferent
How i dreamt of bliss and great moments and beds of roses
You called me naive and you were right my heart is yet to be tainted
Yet i refuse to let the past control me

I call on the heavens to search my heart and see the truth in it
Then condemn me if i am wrong and judge me be it so severely
So i turn and wave in farewell, my head bowed in defeat
Yet….just yet my heart refuses to stop beating!!!
                               

Life

Let it be known to everybody alive
I won a dollar in a game of gamble
And wasted it all on party and booze
Please judge me harshly i tell you
I have let myself go with no way back
I will not cry you a river, though dear Nellie
Am making plans  for my future
But like dominos they fall on each other

I hid your advice somewhere in my mind
I will collect not a day too soon
Am waiting on my star to give the go ahead
But then who am i kidding, its a fuss
A fallacy my people call providence
It hasnt walked my  path recently
And now i am counting the times it did
Naming them one by one but then,
Just like a far memory some keep escaping me

It is sense am making though you disagree
I can tell by the dumbfounded look on your face
I would say you will thank me later but no
I hear the sirens approaching at a distance
I went ahead and did it
Two huge pieces of lead in quick succession
Maybe i should have chosen the silver
Thats the quagmire summation of my life
Its flashing by in color!
    
                                                    

LIES & COLOUR BLINDS

by Francis Owago

Author’s Note

“Lies & Colour Blinds” explores the paradox of truth and illusion in the modern world — how perception becomes tinted by convenience, greed, and pride. It is a poetic reflection on morality, time, and self-deception; a mirror held to both personal and political realities. Through lyrical prose, it questions what remains when the colours of illusion fade — and whether truth, in its raw form, still liberates or merely exposes.

The world trades in futures — uncertain, volatile, wrapped in whispers of promise and doubt.

Faith, hypnotic and fragile, keeps fragments of us alive while death roams freely, fickle and unpredictable.

At times, life feels like déjà vu — scenes replaying themselves with subtle differences, morality replaced by greed, and lust standing where love once stood.

The mission of happiness should be a sacred covenant between two souls — quarantined in love, not in loneliness.

Yet, we build illusions; we perfect the art of lying with confidence, crafting perfect facts to mask imperfect truths.

We act as advocates and judges in our own minds, painting portraits that flatter our deceptions — gardens of roses blooming over roots of rot.

Adventurous life can be — thrilling as it is dreadful.

Time, the unseen angel, governs it all. Everyone desires to possess it, yet it belongs to none.

It is the storm that tests our anchors — politicians, lovers, dreamers alike — all learning when to bend and when to break before its tides. To dance with time demands courage, not cunning.

To commit an offence is an offence, plain and absolute.

But to do so knowingly is arrogance; to do it blindly is folly of the highest order. Ignorance, when celebrated, becomes the greatest crime of all.

And still, we reign — some without counsel, others without conscience.

Leadership without wisdom breeds dictatorship; love without truth breeds betrayal; life without self-reflection breeds ruin.