Letter to my son

 Son,I write to you.

There is a place 

Under the sun 

That is no go zone!

Dont be curious,

You will soon understand.

I pray that your mama raises you

With both hands.

Under the sun,

There is a place not kind to man

Or man kind

There is a place where blue fades,

And black burns.

There,human will is tested

And dreams are burnt to ashes.

Under the sun,

There is reason

There is mission

And there is conviction.

Still under the same sun,

There are shadows

There are temptations

And addictions.

Without the first three

You can never be free.

Under the sun,

Man is bullied by his sexuality

And determined by his tenacity.

Factories for men are closing down.

Endangered,

Look after your mother and woman.

As I sign off son.

Freedom may never cease to seem  free.

This is for you and the victim men spirit.

Rise and fight.

Change begins with choice

Are you ready to be a Man?

© Titto Mutny

Heart like a Feather.

I hope your heart will be a feather.

And your mind free like air

Your thoughts, like open space

That everything will be cool 

And calm like a pool.

Then, now 

You feel better.

Your heart is a feather,

And your mind free like air

Your thoughts, open space

And all is cool & calm like a pool.

You are now free from life's push & pull.

Titto Mutny

Dying Flame

I just need a moment

To stop and heal

And get in touch with my dying flame.

I have old wounds that are hidden inside

Unhealed wounds waxed with pride

I would strip to the wind and be vulnerable

But it won't care but hide,

It’s unavailable.

My oxygen has put me on an emotional lockdown.

And so I burning out
Wholly and completely.

I have to be alone 

On my own.

For a moment

Though burning out

I want to be born again. 

Yours Sincerely

Welcome me in your mind
Hear me in your thoughts
I haven't fallen in love with your face
I have fallen in love with you
Hold me close
With every pulse
I intend to live in your memories forever.

Titto Mutny

A Seed

I got a seed in my hand
A seed in my mind
A seed in my words
And a seed in my thoughts

A seed has a dream
A seed has a tree
A seed has to dream
For a seed to be a tree

A seed can be a seed
A seed can be a weed
A seed can be a tree
And tree can be a forest.

I got seed in my hand
And a seed in my mind
A seed can be anything.
A seed can be everything

©Titto Mutny

One Joy

I have this one joy,
that takes me over the moon,
With every sunrise,
It blossoms like a bird of paradise.
My joy is like a flower,
Even if I fell into a pit deep,
Full of sorrow and guilt
My joy would never wilt
Instead,
Like a giant broomstick
It would sweep away my sorrow
Making way for a better tomorrow.
My one joy is Christ,
Those who touch my heart,
My family and friends.
You are my One Joy.

©Titto Mutny

My black is beautiful

My black is beautiful
From the color of her skin
To the texture of her hair
To the length of her strands,
To the breadth of her smile.

To the stride of her gait,
To the span of her arms,
To  the depth of her bosom
To the curve of her hips
To the glow of her skin
My black is beautiful

She cannot be denied
She cannot be contained
Only I can define it
I look at her
And my souls cries out
My black is beautiful

And so today
I speak it out loud
I put it out there
I declare it anew
My black is beautiful

To my brothers,my cousins
My nephews and friends,
Whether celebrated or denigrated
I speak it for you all when I say again
My black is beautiful.



Andrea Thompson(edited)

Short and Sweet

Whenever I talk to you,
It’s like my heart wakes up
To eavesdrop on our conversation
Like a baby in a womb
It kicks because it’s eager
Like the dumb Zechariah
It wanna speak again
My heart is eager of what will be of US.

©Titto Mutny

We are like wolves burning our tails

As we go down this road on doubt,

As we go down this road profound

As we burn out in the dark night

Only sacrifice is what makes this journey worthwhile.

For we are like wolves burning our own tails

With the hope to keep the darkness away.

©Titto Mutny

Sinking Great

The sun is furious
The moon in hideouts
They are both hurting
Their tears flooding
This pain is baked
Their vessel’s wrecked
They are going down
They are sinking great
Nevertheless
They do not regret

©Titto Mutny

Bird without a nest

I'm a bird without a nest
A cage is my home
I know little about freedom.

I am a bird,free
But not entirely free
My heart is my freedom
And not my wings.
Freedom is the song I sing
And the joy it brings
If I can dream
And flap my wings
Then what is freedom to me?
I am a bird without a nest
I can sing
I can swing
Tell me,
What is freedom?

©Titto Mutny

Destination Finale

And finally I am
A free soul.
A clean soul
After an overwhole
Untouched
I am unpertubed
Coming down on a free fall

Finally I am
A free spirit
A clean spirit
Without  limit
Untouched
I am unpertubed
Turning down my heart beat.

©Titto Mutny

#no textbook apologies

Angel of Mars

Why do I miss you so much
You angel of Mars?
Though not my hunny,
Why do I crave you like bee & honey?
I crave to hold you tight in my arms
To cuddle you and to kiss you
I want to let you know how much I cherish you
How much you have saved me from I.
How much I miss you
And how I know not why.
I  love you bee
I love you hunny.
I wanna seduce you,
I wanna make you mine.
Give me you.
And all will be fine.

©Titto Mutny

O

I wish you well

I wish you sun and rainbows
You son of the rain God.
That you may be free of self doubt
And always find favour in ye cloud

I wish you light and insight
You daughter of the moon
That you may always be wise
Even when blinded by dark clouds
To see through the lies of the world.

I wish you life free from sin
You son of God the unseen
That you may find redemption in your struggle
And strength shade off your scales

And you lost son & daughter of the world
It is not too late for you to turn around.
Embrace the true faith of the true God.
For it is now and only now
That you can be redeemed.
I wish you well.

©Titto Mutny

Let come whatever may

Let come whatever may,
To the teeth I am armed.
Whatever comes I bite
From me fear hides.
Let come the chilling night
Let come whatever might
I am armed to the teeth
There is no other way out

You don't need the permission to shine

You are a star in your own right
You are a star in your dark night
A star in your cloud
You don't need a permission to shine

You are a star in your play
You can star in whatever you may
You are a star in your own way
You don't need the permission to shine

You star high in the sky
You star when everyone is shy
You star because you ain't afraid
To fail or to try

You are a star in your own right
You are a star in your own cloud star You are a star in your dark night
You don't need the permission to star.

©Titto Mutny

Flower in my garden

There is a flower in my garden
A flower like a rose but more

I have been wanting to harvest it

But unceasingly,

It has always said no

It makes me yearn like a bee

To mount on.

But I still let it be.

Because a garden is its home

A garden is where it belongs

And not in my flower jar.

With its aroma it anoints

Blooming all season

Never disappoints.

It calls me the water-can man

I care for it as much as I can

There is this flower in my garden

Like a rose but more

I yearn for it like a bee

Yet I still let it be.

©Titto Mutny

The Calabash

When Lancia and I started seeing each other
We promised to be true to the course
Even when the truth wasn't worth standing for.
In a spirit of companionship
We decided to buy a calabash
That would be a custodian of our love
And a reminder of what we have.
We invested our love,
Our finances,
Our emotions,
Into that tiny calabash.
Our ups and down,
Our narrows and wide,
Our memories,
And all our valuables
All under one roof.
Our tiny calabash.
Not a single day would pass
Without a deposit
As days went by
So was our investment evident.
It kept doubling and trippling
It was suprising how much this tiny calabash could hold.
Million tonnes of love and emotions
And a life of two love birds bound.
That's is why no matter how mad I am,
Or how right she is
We always find a way to put aside our differences
And let the calabash be our reference
Our custodian and spring of our love.
We all want to keep it safe
We can't break it
As it is much greater than both us.
It has been 47 years and we are still together,
Me and Lancia,
Together with our calabash.
Our calabash love is indefatigable.

©Titto Mutny

If you aren’t growing, you are dying.

Elevate your ears
And listen to the voice.

What have you lost?

What have you gained?

Tune into your consciousness

And listen again.

Is it the same?

On fire,

Or out of flame?

Do you want to leave?

Or still hold on the old belief?

It is strange

Is it?

Do you see any change?

Check it out and see for yourself.

If you aren’t growing, you are dying.

©Titto Mutny

A lone star

A lone star in the sky
Looks down upon a girl
Who has loved for long,
In the shadows, it hides
Hoping the girl isn't in love with the Moon.
Her eyes are lost in the darkness,
As she waits for her love to come out.
The girl loves the stars
But will the star ever know?

©Titto Mutny