A Song In March

A Song In March

I will left up my eye to the hill
From where comes my Hope
With wings of gold it sails on to me
Reflecting the warmth of the sun
I can finally see my path a-new

I reach within my soul
I find joy everlasting
Birth from pain and tears
I see each scar heal to all
My eye is rich with vision

Out of my darkness I will come forth
Shining like my fathers words and love
A simple sheep stained with sorrow
Yet I stand upon that which is greater than I
I speak words of life and faith through hope

I walk amongst men a god, tested and tried
A diamond formed out of time and tribulation
I have ran many races and lost most
I have began many battles and lost many
Yet here I am with breathe and hope

Awake to all that is new and uplifting
I find that within, a new breed is come
Something unseen, unknown, unheard
My new me I bow to you once more
With the father’s words you will stand

My name is Stanley Boyce Bassey Nsemo livingstone
The son of Felix Okon Nsemo
I am a love child
Raised with hope and dreams
I carry my people’s flaws
I carry my people’s strengths
I fall, I bleed and I stand again…bloody and broken.

Now onto him that has kept me
Now onto him that has saved me
Now onto him that I call father
I will lift my eyes to you without fear
For a new day is come.

ODE TO A FEELING WITHOUT A NAME

To revert nothing but trust,
To watch each word light the day
To be blind to all but those words
To exist with trust in these words
Like morning dew, my words

To all that is wrong yet needed
To all that is new yet feared,
To all that is tested without time
I unveil my night without shame

In my nakedness I find warmth
A bizarre language, ageless to all but I
To speak in one tongue devoid of all expectation
To place hope in trusted hope beyond hope

I sail with nothingness
I sail in nothingness
My strength renewed from nothingness


Boyce 2008

Dedicated to a true friend uncoded.

To Anger and Blood

Deeper and deeper they cut
Blunt and jagged
They slowly rip away my joy
Cuts and bruises
I hide within my fears
Deeds past without hope
Hope lost folly
Patience I need you now
Do not take the long road home
Come sleep with me tonight
The morrow is come with dew
Nothing more but dew


Boyce 2008

In wisdom I sit
Entertained by reason
Words and thoughts
Just another procession

Within, I vibrate
Only freedom can imprison me
To the world I seek nothing
But within my quest is vast

Dream red as blood
Shouts, thunder and all
To vacuum they fly
With ease they die

Not heard, not said
Yet I wait for this second
Time untouched, yet to be

Nothing changed, nothing hoped
Just another year come to birth.


Boyce