Sand And Dust

                                                                   By Mory Keita

Sand is our deeds,

Dust our beings,

Time our nemesis,

 And the storm our bane.

Sand And Dust

Le poète-- Poesie

                                                            Par Mory Keita

Quand le poète  s’assoit sous  la nuit étoilée,

Les etoiles forment des constellations d’anges,

Grand créatures céleste plein de vie et d’amour,

Qui  errent  insouciamment au-delà des nuages.

Ces  créatures  errent comme des enfants dans les rues.

Ils se lancent  au-dessus des nuages comme des pigeons sur le vent,

 Tout en Chantant comme des oiseux pencher  sur  un arbre

Et  ils sourissent comme des bonhommes de neige.

A peine le poète commence-t-il à muser sur sa vie amère,

Qu’il se plonge dans les  profondes ténèbres de l’existence humaine.

Il se met à frissonner comme si frapper par un grand bise,

Ou comme une passerine effrayer par un épouvantail.

Les anges, attristés par les larmes du poète, descendent sur terre.

Ils encerclent le poète, lui couvrent avec leurs ailes comme un bébé.

Et Soudainement le froid qui froisse le cœur du poète se dissipe.

Le poète-- Poesie

William Butler Yeats - The Second Coming

Whenever i read this majestic poem of William Butler Yeats,tears come  to my eyes.To me, the Second Coming is the manifestation of horrors to come,human cruelty and most importantly the danger of power and greed.The apocalyptic nature of Yeats' the second coming is a reminder to every well-thinking mind.

                  The Second Coming


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


Note: if you are interested in learning more about William Butler Yeats, please click on here. To read an interpretation of the second coming , click on here.

William Butler Yeats - The Second Coming

The Madman is amongst us

             At four o’clock of the night, he woke up and managed to get out of his bed. Wearing a dark jacket, eyes covered by lunettes, he turned on light, took a deep breath and ghostly marched towards the door to wait for his victim. “The Madman,” those who saw him secretly whispered to each others, “where the hell is he going this early?”
            During the two or three years that he has lived in his isolated apartment, no living soul has seen his face or heard his voice. It is said that the few unfortunates who saw his monstrous eyes perished immediately. He never went out at daylight or spoke to his suspicious, foolish neighbors. There were rumors circulating that he was a spooky vampire or some kind of Greek mythological creatures called “Minotaur”. If you ask the neighborhood children about him, they will certainly say that he is a murdered hiding from the police.

           Behold! Curiosity took over me. In a cold icy day, I courageously took the resolution to uncover the identity of the person hiding behind this mysterious character. I woke up early to meet his habitual stairway descent time. He was wearing the same shit (cloths) as usual. As he walked down in the deserted streets, I followed him steps by steps with a snake-like attentiveness. After nearly thirty five minutes of endless march, he turned his back and carefully analyzed his surrounding; “Bump, bump!” I hear my heart bits - I felt like facing an imminent danger.

          At the corner of a street, he stopped and suddenly began taking his lunettes and jacket off. As I carefully observe him, a familiar silhouette distinguished itself: tall, white male, shaggy looking. PE-DER-SEN, I proclaimed loudly with an air of astonishment. I think he heard my voice and saw me running across the streets because his face was firing like a boiling volcano waiting to erupt. After making this astonishing, yet marvelous discovery, I ran to school heart pounding afraid.

                                   Do not stare at me, he is the madman not me.  

           While passing by his class room, I saw his devilish face uncovered; he was smiling like an angel to some of his students. He did not look like the mysterious madman who has inspired hundreds of myths. But, I did not let his angelical new appearance deceive me; for, the devil itself, Lady Macbeth, advised her treacherous husband in Shakespeare’s Macbeth “look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it”.

 Beware the devil is double-faced.
                                 

              I didn’t want to go into his class, but Mr. Noonan forced me to. I tried to briefly explain to him the true nature of the man hiding behind our Mr. Pedersen, but his ears were blind.  “Kids” he said with mockery “always trying to find excuses not to go to class”.  When I entered the room, he stared at me like a ferocious bull preparing to attack.

“Mory sit here,” he said calmly.
“Sirrrr,” I replied nervously “I would prefer to sit on the back”.
“No, no, the front must be filled first”.
            While speaking I observed his facial expression. He laughed. He laughed and laughed again with the evil smile on his face.
             Take ten minutes to write a short poem describing you” he addressed the class emphasizing the verb “to describe”. “Describe myself” I whispered, “why doesn’t he describe himself?” . Later on I figured it out that he wanted us to reveal or weakness’ and take advantage of them. Didn’t you see him smiling like a viper?
           The bell rang a while after and we were dismissed from his class. While leaving his class, he called upon me and manifested his true nature. He was a bizarre creature …. Very bizarre...very, his has a rectangular face, big noose, eyes of varied sizes and a large disgusting mouth. Do you want to discover who he is? Well, he is an alien enveloped in an artificial human body. I know it because….. No, it is a secret, ask him yourself.
           Since that day, the madman hunts me in my nightmares; I think that I’m his next victim. He once pointed at my face and said “you are the next”. Help, save me! Save me from the madman and his extraterrestrial insanity. Do not approach him. Do not let him deceive you with his smile, for the devil is a smile.

Note: This is just a piece of fiction; therefore any description presented in this piece is purely fictional.  

Mr.Petersen: my high school creative writing teacher.

Mr.Noonan: high school principal.

The school: High School for Arts , Imagination and Inquiry.

The Madman is amongst us

I,Mory,Thor

He firmly stood atop a giant skyscraper in downtown New York, observing the streets, contemplating the empire of “peace" he has created. An empire ruled by him, king of kings, Monarch of monarchs, Caliphs of caliphs, and God of gods- him the Punisher. As he walked down the crowded street, his name was constantly hailed by ignorants, fearfuls simpletons “All hail the Punisher, we are thy humble servants." He glorified himself for bringing chaos which he called peace along with his demonic steps; He named dictatorship - democracy, and the world - his eternal kingdom. To represent his supremacy over the City, he replaced the head of the status of liberty with his own and placed his giant status atop the Empire State building.

But behold! His reign of terror was to come to its end when I,Mory,Thor, god of thunder rebelled against him.

I went to his celestial palace one early morning, defeated his guards with my godly fury. Then, I shouted at him “Give up, the punisher. Your reign of terror is over".
" Terror?" he replied mockingly “I bring peace to this world and the people like me."
"Come out of your cage, fight me coward if thou are deserving of thy name." I furiously yelled at him.
" Prepare to confront my fury" he instantly replied.

He suddenly threw his smelly body upon me and we began fighting. After endless hours of intense fighting, I finally smacked him with my mighty hammer and thunder stroke him. He perished like a vulture.  With rebellious bravery, I brought real "peace" to the world and vanquish for ever chaos.

Since that memorable event that defined the faith of mankind, humans are still hailing my name “All hail Mory,Thor, our Savior."

 Note: This is piece of writing is purely fictional.To learn more about  Thor,encourage you to click here to read the Wikipedia article.

I,Mory,Thor