Seven Hundred Billion

Red dollars discarded their greeness eons ago
For one we do not trust
Imagine
What a trillion more options would mean
To our already disembalanced earth
The final tilt of a sardistic agenda? Well orchestrated for hypnotised masses
Under glaring silver screens
Busying ourselves with
Prison Break Series Seven
While seven hundred billion bailouts
Are breaking out to suffocate the thin thread of light
Left
Right
At this edge led into gallions (sic) not blindfolded
Nay but
Well seeing with no comprehension
Clueless
While T-Bag escapes with the moneybag
Which Scofield needs to reach Newfoundland
To turn sand into blood and black gold into green envy

(to cont.)

Against All Thoughts

When i said we put that distance between us
because i had issues i needed resolved
it must have come out all wrong
so you took the road to fade
and it was all too familiar
it was something i've been thinking
shouldn't happen
can't happen
but again
its happening
against all thoughts.

28/7/08

Chasing the Skyline

When I looked up you were gone

The silver lining had turned a cold gray

And I sat there gazing at the emptiness that you left

Wishing I had one last moment before your exit

Some of these days I look out the window

Expecting you to come through that door

Surrounded by the halo that you stole from the clouds

Shining into my life again

Most times the reality overwhelms me

And I face those clouds whilst kissing you

Goodbye

No one said it would be easy

Yet no one said it would be this hard

I scavenge my thoughts and memories

Trying as hard as I can not to lose the details

These details that define me through you

Intricacies that only a father could know of his daughter

And I keep them locked away

Safe from the reach of forgetfulness

Only my heart knows the void it feels

And I fall short trying to describe it

Yet at times this void is

Filled

With my conceding that I’ve lived my life

Through yours

Fulfilled.

W10.7.08

For Rahma, for your Dad.

3Quel

Velcommen to the Third Writ!

Starting today, this is the 3rd flipside of Marazzmatazz. Enjoy!

-m

bonga

nabonga na wewe...
na nina bonge la bonga kukupa
bunge imenibore
daily kuna drama
nawish wangeniinterview
niwashow
"i really don't care wabunge wanafanya what,
wacheni wajivinjari"
manze haliniingi kwenye bongo
vile wana do.

200 Fools

Whispers

In my head.

The Grand Regency stolen, repossessed, restolen
right before our blind eyes

thoughts shift
If I could manage to get two hundred fools to buy in on this idea, for only as little as ten shillings a day, each

for something like thirty six months, no, no
make that sixty months

I would wallow in money.

I bet that MP of ours

that's the kind of calculation he's been making
while undressing these huge crowds

he's counting votes, sorry notes

we counting on change.

copyright, lenjo maza
30.06.08

if words

if words
could transform to become livable actions
easily
intertwine with the intentions
of mine heart
disperse the fears i hold
bring me sun
bring me dreams realized
not cleverly crafted to sway
and pimped up beyond
recognition
of what they are to convey

if words
i heard could be real
reach into the crannies of my world
and make every corner
glow
make me believe
that these words carried that change
sincere
without
deceit
without
fooling pageantry.


copyright asad maza. june 2008

3Quel

....as i prod into the crannies of my world.