Two sides

You're my habit, you're my disease
You're my truth, you're my deceit
You're my win, you're my defeat
You're my addition, you're my delete

So come on my love, come my sweet
Come on my prince, come on my creep
Let us awaken, let us sleep
Let us laugh, let us weep

Love me shallow, love me deep
Love me little, let it heap
Grow like flowers, grow like weed
In this madness that we keep

Terida

Sitosheki, Siondoki, Sisaidiki

Anipa moyo wake
Anivisha pete yake
Aniandalia karibu naye
Aniona mimi pekee
Sitosheki

Aniambia nenda
Hawezi nipenda
Aniliwaza na hela
Napokea shingo upande
Siondoki

Anipenda Anikera
Aniwacha anipokea
Mbinguni hadi ahera
Kote anipeleka
Sitosheki

Anyamaza Aongea
Anaelewa Anakosea
Twakimbia Twatembea
Twazama Twaelea
Sisaidiki

Yote mazuri, yote mabaya
Nina Juta, Sina haya
Kuwa mtu mzima
Bila shaka ni mlima
lakini
Sitosheki
Siondoki
Sitosheki
Sisaidiki

Terida

My Heart has said...

Some people believe in "meant to be". That they are soul mates or however life went, they would have still ended up together. Maybe that's true, you never know. Something to do with "Que sera sera". But I believe in making it happen, that things don't always come your way....just pretty close and you have to make that step (or even steps) to bring it all together. Life is hard...love is hard....building a career is hard....spirituality is hard...anything worthwhile is not a piece of cake. If you try your very best and it doesn't work out...then you tried. But silk does not spin itself, the body cannot grow without food and love cannot flourish without putting in work. That's just my opinion, I think you just might share it.

Meant to be
Roses were meant to be red,
Violets were meant to be blue,
Letters were written to be read,
At least in my point of view,
Time was created to be spent,
My heart was created for you.

But not all roses are red,
not sure about violets and being blue,
But the era of letters is dead,
the world of colours and hues,
Now we have bills and rent,
And a few other options to choose.

My words were meant to be said,
Though my tongue has never been loose,
My spirit is to live in faith,
My feet to dance without shoes,
Our love was meant to be saved,
Its broth meant to brew.

Love is not meant to be tamed,
Neither do lovers act cool,
For madness love is famed,
and two people fly the coup,
So this is not a test, this is not a game,
This is not easy, but this is true.

And so not all roses are red,
and violets are still blue,
both our hearts have bled,
but our love is in full bloom,
Our love will not end,
For you are mine and I belong to you.
Terida

So Far

So far we've come, so far we've survived
So far we've seen truth, so far we've fought the lies
We've come so far and we're still alive
So far, in friendship, we abide

But now you and I are so far apart
And it further tears at more than my heart
That I see the signs from far and I'm alert
There's far too much fear, but there's also the lust

This here is a far cry from being put to rest
as I remember where you and I both lay
Like the exhilaration of climbing Everest
Then finding out your dog died while you are away

So far we have come, and past it we shall go
Either by crossing the bridge or jumping in and beginning to row
Of all that we spoke, of all that we saw
We shall only just have to let it flow....

Terida

Times Churn, Tables Turn

I read somewhere a quote from Sidney J. Harris that says "Nobody can be so amusingly arrogant as a young man who has just discovered an old idea and thinks it is his own." Hihi.... made me think of a couple of people (maybe it nmakes them think of me too). Anyway, we usually think we have all the answers and know where we'll be in a couple of years time. A couple of years down the line (Unless you are Barrack Obama where he is where he dreamt he'd be), most of us are far from it. We've either taken a totally different road or jumped into an entirely different plane.
As we sit down to catch up with old friends or acquintances......well, we begin to see just how far we are from our youthful ideals. The the ones that would frown and shun others due to arrogance are now considerably toned down and the hopeless one seemed to have emerged smelling so rosy. This is not laugh or condemn no one. This is just to acknowledge that in life, tables do turn.

Tables Turn

The time has come and tables turn,
Children are born and fools learn,
In the unravelling of best laid plans,
Dipped into the fountain of knowledge and got drunk,
The fleeting moments and Life's charm,
Is that past positions can be undone.

I'm sitted here and you there,
With a couple of moments to spare,
As we talk and talk and as we share,
About past actions and what we've dared,
About our triumphs and greatest scares,
Our true selves, we begin to bare.

So we've come far and we've seen much,
We've increased in sense, we've increased in touch,
We've gone out all night then returned to church,
We've increased in friends and kept in touch,
We've been lucky in love or continued our search,
One or two of our dreams we've managed to catch.

But we are far from where we begun,
From the arrogance of our youth and the haste of our tongue,
From our assumption of truth and thinking we'd always be young,
Concerned over little but the shining of the sun,
You knew where you'd be and I where I'd land,
But all our dreams were like writings on the sand.

So here we are, seeming to have a good laugh,
About the jobs, the drama and all that stuff,
How we've been through it all, the good and the tough,
and when we didn't know when to say "Enough",
We've experienced it and called life's bluff,
And you and I are still here, even though tables have turned.

Terida

The Game

The Game

They say it's is a habit when it's repeated,
And the count reaches 21,
Well, I can tell you without being conceited,
That this habit is way past begun,
There is the curtain call, please be sitted,
Drum roll please, Choir begin to hum.

Even as it starts again, I have been here before,
I cannot resist to show my mastery of the game,
I see the invite and know not to open that door,
And yet to this stage I return again,
My intention was to let the other know,
That the invitation did not interest me, not even for the fame.

It's futile, all efforts shall go to waste,
As others watch, I draw closer even as I dance away,
Like an addict taking in just a tiny little taste,
Just to remind themselves why they worked so hard to stay away,
As the strong will is mangled into some sort of paste,
I seem to offer myself as the perfect prey.

I could have kept quiet, been like wall paper,
Maybe I would have stayed out like I thought I could,
But the need to prove my intelligence to my own preditor,
To show we were at Par, I too could pull a quick move,
Has me losing control, and I'm no longer the author,
Of the game, I play and have so much to lose.

So here I am, a player in the game,
And now I gain even more practice,
I know that afterwards, nothing will be the same,
And through repeated playing comes the mastery,
I should have turned and gone back how I came,
Instead of my exhibition that ignites but brings such misery.

So here it is, the cunning, the flattery,
Tactics that would topple Alexander the Great,
Granted, I am the master, but here's life's mockery,
As I conquer, there's little satisfaction in saying "Check-Mate".

Terida

I am proud, I am chaste

We love being flirtatious, it's what makes a woman attractive (if done tastefully, of course). Not pushing it but doing it all the same. Be warned, it is only fun and we shall not invite you to the most intimate part of us just because you would like to have a refreshing dip. And we are not sorry about it. But we may at least try to explain it. It does not make us less feminine and desirable...in fact, its the very essence of it.

Proud, Chaste

In your defeat, you show distaste
Cause little you have conquered, in this chase
You try to get me all caught up in your pace
But I am proud, I am chaste

I will sit still, as you admire me like a vase
Might even let you go as far as touch my face
But will never go as far as coming back to your place
For I am proud, and I am chaste

So as I listen to you try and make your case
From you "honour chivalry" to "we're a special case"
You react to this situation, with such little grace
When I am proud, and I am chaste

Go on with your taunts, say what you have to say
From "You're not my type" to "You must be gay"
I deem it such a small fee to pay
For being proud and being chaste
Terida

The Tango

Don't you just highly dislike it the way us human beings have to tiptoe around each other sometimes? Or just how someone can hold such power when it comes to the opinion they have of you. Especially when in a relationship, there are these moments when you are in a limbo and things can swing either way. There can be acceptance or condemnation. If you know you are not perfect (and your imperfections are a far cry from being considered "cute") and those imperfections may expose a great flaw in your character, in the quest to become a better person you may feel the need to share this. You pray for understanding but also understand if forgiveness doesn't exactly flow in your direction. As you wait.... a lot goes on in your mind....

The Tango

She looks up, he looks down
She cannot tell, if its a smile or frown
She wonders, for she does not know
where he shall accept, or even condone
The part of her she has just shown
And so it begins, the dance, the tango

She fidgets, she bites her nails
He's cool and calm, no wind in his sails
She wonders whether to be strong, or act frail
And thinks of all, that she has just said
Looks at the meaning, at every little detail
And wonders if to her coffin, she's hammered the last nail

She can take it back, say it was a test
If her confession, he will not accept
Even better, she could pretend
That it was due to the deception of a friend
Down the wrong road she had been led
Why does she feel, that things are hanging by a thread?

The ball is now rolling around in his court
He can make her happy or really distraught
She's ready for it..... then again, she's in doubt
Damn this dance, her feet are just skipping about
Then he looks at her, and stretches his arm out
And she thinks in sheer relief, she might cry out loud
Terida

Wouldn't let me go

I have no introduction to what I want to express. I can only hope it will be clear when it is read. I hope you shall feel it in the very end.

Wouldn't let me go

We formed a friendship, and we formed a bond
We enjoyed music, and made our own song
In my taunts and games he played along
But he would not let it show, and he would not let me go

We spent our moments, and enjoyed spent time
With hands interlinked, and hearts intertwined
Our love was maturing, like any fine wine
But he would not let it show, and he would not let me go

We couldn't alone, in this world exist
So involvement with us, they continued to persist
The pressure on us, did not let up or cease
But he would not let it show, and he would not let me go

I looked upon him, for my escape and solace
And prayed our love ,will be our saving grace
I looked for a sign, anything, upon his face
But he would not let it show, and he would not let me go

He tossed me around, from here to there
One minute he's passive, one minute he cares
He could see I was tired, from the wear and tear
But he would not let it show, and he would not let me go

Apprehensive that life or love would finally deceive me
I finally cried out "Love me or Leave me"
And I waited that in openness he'd receive me
But he would not let it show, and he would not let me go
Terida

My Choices

Here me out. I've made choices and decisions that on the surface seem, well, unwise and for others, even unfathomable. I know all people always think their choices are right (even when their wrong) and that they are wise, wise beyond their years, wise beyond other's expectations. We set ourselves apart, that our decisions are subject to many variables, most of them only known to us. The merits of our decisions are not partitioned and measured with the precision of the local butcher when he massacres then measures his meat. Thought is put into it. More like the mixing of the chemicals by the pharmacist.
My choices are made after careful considerations, weighing of the options and learning from experiences. You may not know it, you may never come to see, but I am wiser than you, I know more about what is going on. Its a wisdom that is only gotten from running your own life and seeking consult when you feel you might falter. I'm glad for my choices, glad for my decisions, see reason behind them, just the way you do about yours. I am not none the wiser. I'm on track. We are all wiser than each other. We all make our choices. We are at peace with our choices.

Choices

The choices we make, we deem them unique
We have different reasons, for many things we seek
I know what you're thinking, even before you speak
You want to let me know, when life is still at its peak
That life is not one long lucky streak

That others think they are right, even when they are wrong
They think they are wise, even when they are not
and some people's wisdom, we'll never get to know
Though at times, they may really try to show
Just how much, they have really come to grow

I may tell you, time and time again
That I know what I'm doing, my mind is not frail
That so many of my reason, are concealed behind a veil
Of quiet reason, of life unchained
That goodness and wisdom, in my mind prevail

Though you might be doubtful, though you may not see
My choices have bound me, my choices have set me free
Through my choices I develop, by choice I am complete
It's reached through reflection, not suddenly
And in God's wisdom, choice is what He has given me
Terida

The beginning, the feeling

Do you ever have that feeling at the beginning of something new that you just cannot explain? It's familiar so you understand it, you just cannot put it into words. You don't know how long it's going to last, but you just enjoy the feeling for now. You dont think much ahead, you suspect you have been here before and you liked it. Live in the moment and in it alone. Enjoy it.

Just a feeling

I revel in the feeling, I emerse myself in it
I fully enjoy living, can't get enough of it
The dancing, the singing
The music, the swimming
Loosing myself, in just the feeling

It's just a glance, it's just a look
Just like the movies, just like a book
You got me starry, you got shook
You've got me really, by nook and by crook
You've got me reeling, Just from the feeling

This could be forever, Never say never
It could be a moment, that sweeps me in its torrent
you could be my torment, that I will never forget
or it could simple be
Just another feeling

It's reminiscent of the days, On the sand we would play
No Rhyme no reason, Just a warm and sunny season
When our spirits were young,and our hearts fast beating
when we had simply learnt, to live in nothing but that feeling
Terida

Creatives Everywhere

This world is filled with creative people. I'd even go as far as to say that everyone is creative in one way or another. We all have a gift in some area, from painting, to music, poetry, numbers, logic, dancing, spontaneous irrationality, accounting, dimensions and on and on..... When you meet a person or come across some work in your area of creativity, you tend to admire it. But there's also something else. Exceptionally good work can make you doubt your own creativity and just how "special" you are. There's a Kiswahili saying "Pwagu hupata pwaguzi". For those that do not know Swahili, Pwagu is a great thief and Pwaguzi is an even greater thief (In plain words, it says thief meets greater thief). Basically, no matter how good you are, you'll always meet someone even better. How you deal with it is what determines whether you live in envy or inspiration.

Creatives

There are poets, there are creatives
There are those, who always show initiative
You can enjoy their work, but never compare
For in this you'll only despair
For no matter what their looks
No matter what their tools
No matter if their good
Please do not be a fool
For there's nothing to prove
And like them you cannot do
So all you can do and should
Is believe there's no one like you
And thus.....
there's no one as good
Terida

Religion

There's nothing as incredible as the human spirit. It has the capability of triumphing over the greatest of trials against incredible odds. It believes and believes and keeps on believing. That's why religion plays such a big role in many peoples lives. If you want to capture people, target the strongest part of them, the part of them that drives them, their engine....their spirit. It is not madness that drives hordes of people to do the unimaginable.... lock themselves up and burn themselves, believing it is redemption..... go against science and believe in healing at the touch of a hand....... go to war with only 299 other men, believing you shall be victorious. The human spirit can lead you to survival, it can also lead you to distraction. It is your conscience, it is your compass, and many times its needle goes haywire when in strong magnetic fields. The human spirit can lead you into a dark and treacherous place. By the human spirit, you can survive and be inspired no matter what abyss you are in.

In Spirit I Gravitate

Some people are magical
They seem to levitate
Some only logical
and only imitate
Some seem typical
There's nothing so great
But each of them all
To their spirit they gravitate

The spirit stands tall
you all but celebrate
It conquers all
your destiny and your fate
The spirit can fall
and then it's too late
Like a waltz at the ball
To your spirit you gravitate

It breaks down walls
and strength it generates
To walk the corridors and halls
of situations that I create
It answers the call
of either love or hate
And through it all
In my spirit I gravitate
Terida

Dark Knight

Life and Love, sounds synonymous. But there are times we wake up on the disturbing side of life. Optimism out the window, darkness ebbing into your soul. No particular reason for this (at least not one that you can pin point). Now, this is not the sudden eruption of anger where you almost enjoy the blinding darkness that envelops you. It's not the blanket of rage that you feel is justified. No no. This is the quiet, creeping and seeping of something inexplicable into your heart that leaves you tittering dangerously on the edge of hate and you just wish this venom would go away. You question yourself. Is this "The Human nature is naturally evil" that everyone keeps yapping about? Yes, there are times you do wrong knowingly but this is much worse. This is the unsettling feeling in your heart that you feel is foreign.
In some countries, they make quite an issue of this and even give you drugs for it. Everyone experiences it, but only people diagnosed by some professional worry about it too much , even making a bigger mess of it. Those that consider themselves "normal" believe they'll find a solution to it and their "mood" will eventually go away. Either way, it happens to everyone. And... it eventually passes. Trick is, what to do in the meantime? So, for those who take something, take it, For those who do something, Do it, For those who call someone, call them, for those who write something, .....................


Dark...... Uninspired
Loving life, Hate in sight
Battling heart, warring fight
No visible reason or plight
Just the creeping feeling inside

Call it mood, call it nature
Either way, its no pretty picture
Being around others is sheer torture
Cannot discuss it, want no lecture

Is so bad, that I cannot even compose
A good poem, I cannot fathom
For my mood it cannot atone
And so, I shall have to leave it alone

So for now, I shall retreat
To my dark haven, smelling defeat
and next time, will not be dead beat
and will be about how life is such a treat
Terida

Understanding Goldfish

To deal with imperfections, one has to be an understanding Goldfish. The Goldfish is said to have a three-second memory (which, by the way, is an incorrect theory that has been proved wrong over and over). But for those not so interested in science, let's scrape this fact for a while and assume them as dumb as everyone claims they are. I digress, lets go back to the original train of thought.
To deal with imperfections (other people's) and mistakes made, one has to be an understanding Goldfish. Goldfish meaning you can forget the past enough to move on and understanding meaning you realise the cause of some actions, learn from them, hoping others have also done the same and using this for the future.
Enough said.......

The Return
Forgive is not forget
Repeat is not regress
Twice beaten, already burnt
Once accepted then shunned
Felt the full force of the brunt
And yet again I return

Shall we call it lesson learnt
Or greater things do we hunt
For what other explanation
for it is not love's intoxication
leave without it we can
and a new slate begun

No I'm not crazy, no I'm not dumb
But I am a believer, of the good not the glum
Same tiger, same stripes
Better understanding of life's strife
I may be wrong, I may be right
This will be revealed, all in good time
Terida

Fatigued..... To My Very Soul

God I'm tired, Lord knows I'm so tired. My everyday life is filled with jumping back on my horse, right after it has thrown me off. Full of optimism, trusting in mankind's good triumphing, regardless of all I see around me. I fall, I rise up again, I trip, I slip, I stagger, I land on my teeth, someone kicks me when I'm down for good measure. I cough blood, hold on to my aching ribs, call on to my will and rise again. I'll survive, there's no other choice. Not only will I survive, I'll do it the right way. Granted, I'm strong.
But I'm also tired. Tired of being tired. Tired of falling off the same damn horse over and over again. And looking it in the eye, I damn well know that I will ride it for a while and still fall off. It's just a matter of time. Achievement is there and just as you pat yourself on the back, you slip again and you're right back at the bottom of the hill where you started. You look up and for the life of me you have no more strength to start the climb, especially since you've done so so many times before, where you willed yourself to do so. So now, here you are, slumped at the bottom of the hill, the rain mixing with your tears, covered in the mud of your efforts. Yes, the rain shall end and the sun shall shine again. And you will begin your climb and hope will be restored. You will do it because you cannot just lie there in your self pity. But when you've gained height in your climb and look down with pride on how far you've come, it will begin to rain again. And it will be a slippery slope downwards. For once in your entire life, you don't want to make that climb.
I have no words of encouragement, they have all been said before. You know them...ranging from do not give up to when hope is lost, all else is lost. Yes, its true that you cannot just sit there, bruised and battered. It will do you no good. But I understand that you are tired and have little hope, your heart is heavy and your soul is weak and lost. I understand you.

Battered...Bruised

My heart is battered, My soul is weak
My hope is tattered, My view is bleak
My dreams are scattered, my spirit is sick
My will is shattered, I'm off my feet
My life is harder, my life's deceit

I try harder, I succeed a bit
I push further, I begin to skid
I pray to the Father, I hear Him speak
My faith is stronger, Until I slip
My faith is weaker, there's nothing to seek

I rise I fall, I lose it all
My pride my gall, I cant stand tall
I'm sick and tired, cant fight no more
Cannot get up, just to be back on the floor
For once I have more than what I asked for

I'm tired, and I will not apologize
And please do not ask me again to rise
For now do not tell me "Be strong and survive"
As I have no more stomach for hopes and lies
Leave me to my battered spirit, leave me to cry
For once again I have fallen, In the bed I have made, let me lie
Terida

Weather the Storm

The grand ups and downs of emotions due to your other half (be they the better half or not) does not happen to Whitney and Bobby only. Heck, even ABBA sung about it (One man One woman) and we always talk about it. Due to our own insanity, love, or whatever else you want to call it, we stick around and rise and fall with the waves. Many a times, regardless of what the world think, we seem to think its worth it. Hey, who are we to tell you any different.

Here's to the world.....grief and pleasure of the other half

Weather the Storm

He fills me with wonder, he fills me with pain
I laugh like thunder, and cry like the rain
In sophistication I blunder, then try to be plain
Then I try harder, again and again
He's spell I'm under, he drives me insane
But I lose all my anger, when he calls my name.
Terida

Music Moods

You hear one song in the morning and it sets your mood the rest of the day.
Some its the lyrics, some its the rhythm, some its just the feeling behind it. When you're angry, you relate, when you're in love all the lyrics make perfect sense, when you're rowdy the heart pumps in time with the beat. You could drive down to the coast just because of music. Its a great feeling and you just want to ride with it. I feel you. It talks to your soul.

Music

Music moves me, to my very core
It lifts my spirits, it captures my soul
It leaves me wanting, it makes me whole
It keeps me hanging, then gives me more

It transports me, with every song
And sets my pace, all day long
It grips my heart, sometimes like a claw
Then leaves me with wounds that are raw

It moves my body, it makes me soar
And think of nothing else when am on the floor
My emotions sweep, my heart pours
With tears I weep, my blood roars

It's amazing, how for sure
that music can produce my emotions galore
How it fills me from every pore
and makes me feel both pure and wrong

So with every lyric and every song
let it move me like its pawn
let the music go on and on
For this is the mood that I want to prolong
Terida

The Dark Side of falling in love

Yes, falling in love is great, your heart pumps faster, you walk on cloud number nine and most importantly, you have a witness to your life and enjoy companionship. But there is a dark side of falling in love and we've all experienced it. The slow loss of own identity for the other person. This loss is needed for harmony and co-existence. The acting against ones own nature. Some call this becoming a better person, other times it's just simply becoming a different person.You lose many strengths that you had. You might be thinking that the trick is finding the balance between compromise and keeping your identity. Well, you cannot have balance and fall at the same time. Falling (into anything especially love) means loosing balance. So, lose yourself, destroy a part of you... it's inevitable. It's the dark side of falling in love and you feel it as you struggle against it.

Shadow of Love

Tie me to an electric chair
You're my Delilah, cut my hair
From my mind a little seeps
And few words escape my lips
The slow draining of my spirit
A little ebbing, slowly drifting
Screaming oh so softly
Killing me so slowly

Seeking advice, Friends are my Cassandra
And I become little more than the well known nymph
The only reason at times I feel like thunder
Is because an Echo of yours is my dream
Loosing me in gaining you
Giving the very best of my youth
Reaching for the Sacred, searching for the Holy
KIlling myself surely and slowly

A dark place I am, wading the waters
Get on a vessel, without no rafters
My own growth I seem to hinder
It's time to give me 30 pieces of silver
For such betrayal is tragic
But still well know and classic
I'm well aware of this fact
But given me to you, cannot take me back.
Terida

Platonic? Who are we kidding....?

The endless debate concerning relationships between men and women. Can a man and a woman have a truly platonic relationship? By truly platonic, the following conditions must apply... 1. You are in no way related. 2. He is not dating your sister, cousin, best friend bla bla bla. 3. He is in the considerable age that you would date i.e. not your parents and granny's age. I insist on reviewing these conditions because if they do not apply then its probably circumstances that have forced you to be platonic, not by choice. So, if these circumstances do apply and you have not gone down that treacherous road, then you are platonic.

Back to my original thought... can a man and a woman be truly platonic? I think so. I have one such a friend. No no, no jokes .... just because you haven't managed such a feat doesn't mean that others haven't. Do not disregard something just because you do not understand it so listen up! I happen to have a friend who girls go crazy about (due to their own peculiar taste) and me and him just don't feel that way. Have we ever contemplated it? Of course, in every truly platonic friendship you have to cross that bridge where you wonder about the other person and then make your decision. Whether you cross that bridge at the same time is up to the 2 individuals. Mark that the wondering only happens in the mind, no further. If iot goes further, well, that's not platonic, is it? SO, these relationships are possible.

Now here's the knocker! There's that fella that you've struggled down the slippery slope with. Constantly swinging like a pendulum between tight friends and heart-wrencher. And of course, the constant self denial where you insist that you guys are platonic. C'mon gal, you ain't even fooling him (leave alone the rest of the world that showcases the two of you as a perfect example of how platonic friendships really can't exist). I have such a person. Here's to you....."FRIEND"

Blurry Line

The blurry line is not between love & hate
But between friend and life's mate
The knowing each other through the years
And all the collected souvenirs
True, there are no letters sent
But there's certainly time spent

There are those, even though others insist
We can honestly say there are no feelings to resist
No hidden emotion, nothing scary
Here there's no line, not even one that's blurry
No formulas, no theory
For such a relationship would be unsavory

But here comes that uncommon exception
With whom you'd love the relation
But please keep things in perspective
Your emotions and fantasies irrespective
Because you will discover in due time
That it is only you who sees the blur in the line
Terida

Knockers on my life's door

Everyone should knock before they enter your life (though some just burst in while others tumble in by surprise). However the entrance, there are some that are not invited. Even worse, some that know it and try to be participants, not just audiences. Imagine a member of the theater audience trying to sneak unto the stage and be part of the play. Knowing the consequences, she/he wears a mask, changes their walk and dyes their hair. The reason, that is up to them, though it cannot be due to the purity of their hearts. I have come across such rogue members, some more persistent than others. We all have. Some have even thought themselves smart to be one such a member (Yes, I know, guess intelligence has different rating scales).
So, as much as we claim to give them no heed, let's have a moment of thought for them, coz only then can we deal with them and move on with our happy lives that seem to draw such interest from them.
Here's to you, I gave you a moment's thought (and only one moment).....

Malice

The Snide Remark, the side sneer
A little sniggering when you're near
The assumed superiority, the blatant dismissal
Questions without curiosity, the adamant refusal
The dropping of hints, the insinuation
The anonymous phonecall, the feigned innocence
The inner laugh with the wrong intent
The apparent fallace
The sheer malice

Quick Remark on my tongue
Clever retort on my mind
To hit back with the truth
its purpose not to sooth
for surely it would hurt
as it very well should
Two can play the game
one provoked is not to blame
But doesn't that make me the same
with time and practice
I too can be good at Malice

Bite back my words, take out the sting
clean out my heart so that again it can sing
U know what they want, don't let them win
with they taunts and words, their acts of wickedry
Feign ignorance to a certain degree
DO not play into their hands, you're not part of the scene
They might not know it, they may not see
But you are not part of their rivalry
Its not part of me
I will not let it be
I will not dance to this malicious symphony
Terida