LOAD OF MIXED SIGNALS!


I have carried the load of mixed signals
Been bruised swimming against the unsteady tides in their lake
And for this I bear a scar to remind me
Words I adore and heed to when said by mouth
I practice today the ingenious lazy stoic art
of feigning blindness to all forms of sign language

I will miss the point when you suggest marriage
by tidying my nest and leaving your pearl earrings on my night stand
I will saunter by clue-less when a blushing you,
 guided by your wisdom, giggle and wink at me, expecting me to guess
I will stare in vain surprise at the silent treatment
For silence is easily misinterpreted not misquoted

Infact, a sorely tale sings of how, in a sour twist of signal blending
I once mistook concealed love-filled coyness for mockful disdain
And mined scorn once the care fermented stale into bitterness
So I beseech you to say what ought to be said
For in showing, a lot is lost in the loud colours of the busy backdrop
It is recklessly fatal to assume liberties today, relying on only that which one is shown

George Kiwanuka @Georgewkiwanuka

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