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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Kavene

In the quaint village of Mshomoroni,
Where whispers danced through Mwandoni,
Lived a lady named Kavene, fair and free,
With eyes that held the secrets of the sea.

Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,
She wandered, pondered with gentle ease,
'Til one day, 'midst the muddy street,
She chanced upon a truth, bittersweet.

A dog, unruly, ran astray,
A man, in vain, tried to sway,
But the beast, it heeded no command,
For there's a wildness in every man.

Kavene watched with curious eyes,
As the disciplinarians, stern and wise,
Tamed the canine with firm hand,
And she realized, as if to understand.

"We discipline the dog, not the man,"
Echoed through her thoughts, began to expand,
For in every soul, a wildness stirs,
Unruly, untamed, it often occurs.

So she pondered this truth, deep and true,
In the man, there's a dog, wild and askew,
And perhaps, to tame the beast within,
Requires more than mere discipline.

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