Of Poppy and Gigi

Originally penned on 4th Feb 2016, the day before the East African Soul Train

The edges of their hairs splitting,
On the edges if their chairs they’ve been sitting,
Details of a train’s affairs persisting,
Work has been long and hard for the heroines from Berlin and Britain.

 

I can see the flames in their eyes,
Portentous of their victory cries in my mind,
Throughout all the din they have continually been able to shine,
Though blaming themselves is a habit they’re finding hard to decline,
All through this experience I’ve been excited,
It’s better I arrive at five.

Yours in E.A.S.Tuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell.

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Shall We Stay?

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

How long are you here for?
Are you leaving me after this escapade; keeping things short and sweet?
We just met but I felt content that you found me in my hour of need,
A good friend may come from anywhere indeed,
but how long are you here for?
I want to see you tomorrow if that shan’t be time borrowed,
Can you give me five minutes or more, an hour or so?
Do you realise as I do that our connection deserves not to be fleeting?

I feel assured that you are a point of growth…
That we have so much to discover in a jointly-owned plane of the unknown,
Join me, ignore how long you can be here for,
Make us a priority and cast away that worry.

We are here for long I hope,
At least long enough to write the opening line of our story.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

I Think You Are Incredible

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

I think you are incredible,
In fact, that fails to fully capture the brilliance that is thee; ineffable,
My appetite knows not wrong or right, but in you I seem to find foresight… attainable.

I no longer conjure many a conjecture,
My train, THIS train of thought, is without a fracture,
As a beneficiary of the grace with which you place your gaze on my timid posture,
I am humbled to kneeling point and kiss your fee; that you may be mine forever after.

I think you are incredible,
And while I may not be in the most credible state of mind,
There is nothing wrong with being inebriated by a woman so impeccable and divine.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

Bespectacled

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

I see you gaze outside with a look of amazement,
It’s the same look I would give you for the pulchritude you are made with.

The light refracting on your glasses makes your eyes look calmly intent,
The screen that is this glass and plastic thing accentuates the being behind it.

You are seen for what you see; your soul is in the lenses behind these spectacles,
And in that soul lies what I believe must be the spectacle that is your very being.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

Count Me In

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

Happiness is only real when shared,
Because two heads are better than one and happiness is a state that needs to be compared,
Paired are the peas in a pod,
And so too is the happiness with which we trod,

Smiles as wide as the path before us,
For what is joy if not shared with those we trust.

Living is not an art but an experience we have with our surroundings,
As pressure mounts, we surmount; the flow is unending,
But in the moments when we are gay, the world around us is glowing,
No mirth is worth having if it cannot be had jointly and wholly.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

The Leaking Sink

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

The drops of the leaking sink,
The jangling of the children’s keys,

Sounds in and around this wordless void make it a parallel existence,
The suspense of it being its exposed essence,
One which goes beyond just silence and touches the deeper concepts,
The unchallenged presets,
Like “What is persistence?”
Since we cannot persist in a tense, can we ever really get what we want when we intend?

The drops of the leaking sink,
The jangling of the children’s keys,
What is it that this quiet brings?

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

A Voice from the Silent Room (Part 1)

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

The train chugs along,
Like a freshman after his first game of beer pong,
It sings a monotonous song,
Sometimes braking, others shaking; but never really coming to a halt.

The real iron snake has become the thoughts you would once forsake,
For in the absence of a speech to make,
Your reach into the mind is that of one awake,
The kind that over, takes,
The stuff of musings unsaid that are created over single takes,
One-time!
You’re either in or out: locked in or thought out.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer