Monday, November 1, 2010

Random Quote

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever been - Anonymous

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Well of eyes

Her eyes are hazel; they are oval, deep and inviting. The beauty of staring into them is captivating, a breathless experience, her eyes speak volumes, whilst her mouth cannot. I continue to stare gradually falling deeper and deeper into them, not even bothering to grab hold of something to steady myself, I welcome the fall, I welcome the experience to hurtle through the depths of her eyes and see what she might want to say.

Her iris contracts as light passes over them, it breaks my fall like the sudden awakening from a nightmare, but in her case a sweet dream. Her eyes follow it, she smiles, not with her mouth or lips, but within the depths of her eyes, the light fascinates her.

I did not know how long I had been entranced for, it could have been a couple of minutes or probably a couple of years, the quantitative data mattered not to me, it was just the quality of the time spent there which moved me.

Such beauty is rare, and to be in its presence is something which is highly impossible to describe. The pure unblemished nature of her gaze is astounding and all but frightening.

It can only be her, her and her eyes, the thieves of my attention, and the marauders of my imagination. She may be the only one to ever allow me to understand the beauty of life when it is innocent. The only one to solidly anchor me to reality, the only one to ever make me feel substantial, loved, whole. This is all realised by a single gaze into those eyes, her eyes.

Even though her words cannot be heard, her gaze speaks with clarity, her gaze tells me she does not want to change, she wants to remain pure, innocent, and her gaze tells me that this is the only way she can make an impact on me.

All I can do is smile, because I have been there before, the feeling of moving yourself forward and then propelling yourself backwards.

However, we all have to grow, we all have to evolve, change. This is the essence of life; it is our calling, our duty, our creed. As she grows so will I, and I will no longer have to rely on her steady gaze to keep my feet planted to the meagre strands of reality. I will no longer have to cite her as my influence, as my antidote, I will have to cite myself, and this is the essence of life. To rely on others until you can stand alone and also give someone the opportunity to rely on you.

Whose eyes are these?

Figure it out.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Wishful Thinking



The difference makes them same,

But a far cry from sane,



A different order,

A different outcome,

I wish,

For you,

I think,

Of you,

No matter the order,

I know that for now,

I won’t have you,

So I leave you to my wishful thinking,


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Chain Reaction

Author : Caleb David Duku

You look up, my heart beats,

As it beats your ears perk up,

Simultaneously my curiosity rises,

And I take a step closer to you,

Your lips open, the sweetest name ive ever heard comes out,

My boiling blood simmers down enough for me to figure that out.

I stretch forth my hand and our skin touches,

I look up quick enough to see your cheeks blushing,

Fast forward all of this a couple of weeks,

And were seated beneath a tree with flower petals at our feet,

Your lips stretch out in a smile and my heart grows about a mile,

Good times are to die for but immortality is still vain,

Especially when you no longer whisper but scream my name.

Hot tears scald my heart as I watch you leave,

I know were over but its something I don’t want to believe,

Looks like our chain reaction went wrong,

‘Cus I just went from sprung to happy to alone.

But then again nothing is permanent or set in stone,

So I straighten my back , suck it up and move on.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

What i like about you

What I like about you

Author: Caleb David Duku

You’re like riding a new bike,

I fall in love with you over and over again,

You’re like learning to swim,

I dive in head first and scream about the cold later,

You’re like listening to music,

I am calmed by the feel of your hands on my ear drums,

You’re like a rollercoaster,

I have the time of my life with you,

You’re like an airplane,

I ride through all my turbulence with you,

You’re like a new silk shirt,

I love the way you feel on me,

You’re like my keyboard,

I press the right buttons to get variations of beauty,

You’re like my guitar strings,

I love the sounds you make when I pluck you,

You’re like waking up,

I feel refreshed when you’re through with me,

You’re like a pace-maker,

I love the way you regulate my heart beats,

You’re like snow,

I love you’re cold surface and you’re pure white depth,

You’re like a blooming flower,

I love the mystery you hide inside.

What I like about you,

Is the fact that you make me wonder why I do.

Monday, August 2, 2010

God Bless America

Author: Caleb David Duku

God bless the

Land of the free

And the Home of the brave,

The land of the crack addicts

And technological slaves,

The land where democracy is just a word,

And hard work can no longer be seen or heard,

What happened to the pride that we once had,

You can’t tell me we shipped it off with our soldiers to Baghdad,

You can’t tell me the pearl was bombed,

To make a breed of blood sucking morons,

To think that the pressure would make die-monds,

Not die away in a film of tears and regret,

Not die away with the thousands of lives lost,

When twin towers crashed to the ground,

And became stones and moss.

Gone are the days

When broad stripes and bright stars

Made us believe America was ours

The land where all people walk brave and tall,

Whether you’re Christian, Muslim or don’t give a fuck at all,

But then again who said we have to let it go?

I live for the future but I’m bringing back the past,

A paradox of mere stupidity,

I live to bring back the days

When any American could proudly say,

God Bless America!!

Monday, July 19, 2010


Author : Caleb David Duku



Move with grace and savvy,

To your lover,



Move with love and purpose,

To kiss the lips of the sun you love,