My Life's Art.......[for All Who Know Me! ] Poem by Merlin Mwaura

I am a young man, from a quiet life.
I cannot say for sure what i do,
but i can say what I've done.
I have studied through my primary and secondary class.
Now in my second year, the universal class.
I have had many lessons and some that I have passed,
while others didn't make marks that mattered much.
Our world is changed, from simple conversions to dexterous extremes.
Technology invades an' pervades all trades of work.
A man is forced to conform if he wants comfort,
than find himself lying in a rubbish plot.
The decayed smell, stench straight from hell
has become a partly scene that we brave an' call life.
That while a girl may dream of things, she may as well make with means
that a man dreams of making a mark and the rest of us laugh in applause.
This beard I sport, what meaning do I bring.
Am I not a man.
A man who needs to do the trades that run market trends.
That my dreams be troubled and heavy.
I'll tell you what disturbs me. Neither
that you may seek solution, diminish my
problems. Nor that am too proud to hear
good counsel. But that i might speak a
voice, unheard or not regard.

I love art, I might have said it a lot of times.
I've even made some effort to draw,
tried painting and saw,
I was not all that bad.
These things we call talent, if they speak...
then on such a day pretty much like this,
we had an exchange of speech.
I found a new meaning to space...
I could create, perform an' finish whatever dream.
It is better than the influence that my youth is found,
I even suppose I am a slave to it.
However, I seem not to mind over such affinity,
it has me feeling some sanity.
Is it not nice to have such a thing?

Another has been my love for knowledge,
not the kind that is instruct in college,
though that too is some knowledge,
but what I speak is that which when revealed,
you know that you are knowing.
That something once not known to you,
Has taken form within you.

I love God. T'is true!
I know He is an expectant God.
HE is all, is He not?
There lies some answers for me who no one can,
or nothing can,
unless inspired by His Truly Divine.
I believe in His mystery, the anonymity
of His being.
I see the tremendous, the subtle an' simple His made.
It is a marvelous world made for a purpose,
it is we who are wrong, how we go about it.
We are all here to seek our ultimate purposes.
The truly divine providence within our reach.
However this should come to me,
however fast or mannerism it will be.
If i shall recognize it with my own eyes,
then may I be blind, may I visit that other end,
where life resumes eternity.

Another is the love that I hold for my fellow men.
I love my mother, she sired me into this world,
an' placed a belief on me,
that I would avail to some important use.
My sibling, my father, my friends and even
the one I think I Love. In no manner
have I been perfect, but they look at me
without looking away.
I know that they are not all perfect either,
and that sometimes they become human before my very eyes,
but I guess I have done so myself.
An' they are comfortable to try as well.
I look at them without looking away.
For I see beauty in them,
for there are things in a thing, phenomenons so far commenced...
that I know I either lack or resemble
and I know i cannot create.
They are erect in the most of us, they can never be tainted.

My last thing but less than least is what I call power.
My power is great, I will not make any pretenses about it.
My power is Life an' that am alive.
My being alive means there are things on earth I was meant to do.
That what little mark or no mark at all that i should,
I shall purpose through.
I may not be the greatest being or be quote for a liturgy of things
but I will be call human, an' I shall be mourn when I leave -
My power is to think, to touch and feel,
to breathe and live, to see an' dream.
I can by an honest confession, ' I might be finding my way through.'
While I trod in this soil, dig my fist into the sand, reclaim what I crawled off.
Take my last breathe an' drown in the sand. I will make there
hence my last work of my life's art.