a milk churn
honey drips from arn comb
rain at the limbo, tares me apart
as We weep and dance at the mass tomb

the moon was dark,
the sky phantom
my wings to her crown,
She rides the falcon
I'm tearing everything,
including my tendons
open succulence,
dripping stars and crayons,
eyes of pleasure binoculars
rhyme like instruments ridiculous

We have,
brother's at the tavern,
they are my caravan
sisters have come
bells are ringing on time
always grateful to the disco
flash lights
coz Her smile ran so wide, the fury of
flash floods
she is my hoe
never cared about it, how?

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a man of many trades on the intro
under the lights, sweat,
sticky hands, disco
their's a smile priceless,
couldn't help but notice her gesture
don rubio porfirio rubirosa
stiring a fiasco

it all started as a project,
lure the specimen
The testimonies and testaments
how she's known protect
prophesied the cure,
I'm her regimen
Spiderman
Spiderman
Her eyes array of flowers
like
vitamins
vitamins
energy tower alloys of growers

the dusk was dawn
deep down my heart, I've known
a yearn
to eat her crown
to swallow her whole
while I embark on
learner ladder to earn

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...
all in all comes a feeling of disdain
clamped together on helpless emotions of refrain
swaying by the winds, erect and upright wind vane
let's make something brief about existence
and the trip
it's a satchet of our favourite chewing gum,
spices, snack pack, candy bar taken a rip...
used up, exposed ...
a bottle of chilled wine
champagne or cognac crystal iced
the civilised, sophisticated
barbaric or naive get,
disposed, never to return
having taken a bow or not
the beginning of it an end of every bout;
likened or not
to exist simply is ...
a price to resist until it isn't.
their's a force that breaks it,
and that force wills to win
let's face it,
not a punishment for sin

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ummh... this a thought ! clears the throat

Tell me a short story about life...
"...a parallel line runs flat, that's that
existence meets a force, but
overcame, crushed without hope
succumbed to it, we all must cope
existance finally subdued chickens out,
savoured aroma, escapes the chimney;
kitchen's out.
out and about on a mission,
invite, invite anyone on vicinity
little thing\s that never add up about serenity
thrown-in is the towel without a doubt;
to bow
many will make an outcry how feeble / brave.
ice cold, frozen on TKO
the champion always gunners the bout
yet many more will utter
what a hero/ villain to the grave
..

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in English, they say
" Valentine's Day "

every day, a flower trodens my path,
priceless treasure mints my cash.
a lyre of muses and soother melodies,
memories card, pianist healing the hurt.
all the days of my life, a stolen heart,
my dream forever frozen yet spotless,
firm beliver of chosen desire served limitless.

but in poetry ...

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anadai tushike keja runda
lakini wa kulipa kodi ni Mi punda
nilimjenga roho yangu
juu yake apa kwangu nisha sunda
nikitumainia mawazoni na
akilini mambo ya moyoni,
amani ameunda
amenitia ulingoni, mawazoni natembea ukingoni
mwili kudhoofika, gonjwa donda ndugu moyoni
daktari mitishamba, nastahimili machungu sugu sokoni.
Yote yaishe, pumziko angalau peponi
kaniwacha ati ati kama dera kiunoni
hushikiliwa mwilini kwa tumaini
lakini pale nyuma mambo ya kukosesha adabu yanatimia mengine nyororo maini
apo ndipo nilipobakia kwa maswali chungu nzima bila majibu ilhali hapa maamuzi nadidimia.

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naanza banja na mresh sir Jah alinikanja
tunda ameiva nilimcheki amejaa jaa ilibidi nisare wera, nipige mistari, kutia bidii
nikijua namsuka kajipe, Mi nimekafunga.
siku zote ndoto za mvuvi samaki kumkunja
tuskie fiti, tushike mavitu bila kumvunja
siku fiti zote, malkia niliswali kumtunza.
kumbe ndoto mbaya, nasaka lakini wenyewe wanakuja.

swala tata lenye tanzu
manzi yangu matatu
kapandwa na wazee wa kanzu
kisa visa
kisanga visanga
Kizaaza mimba
waume viumbe simba

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...
would You hold my hands to your hands
My rocky soul climbs to implant towers of soul ties
My mind of glass, bestow it's einstein powers impurities.
water the grass rosey to the levels of epstein Island-Pearl chronicles
keep your word to the extent...
You parade your burning desire
preaching the gospel and dragged by horses for word of messiah
to domineer & dominate the Jewish like the Nazi dosier

if this torment is your cup of tea,
inspite the outrage, spite and the agony sea,
We can fly on strings way more than atmospheric feat.


Welcome home then,
hasten your feet,
I'm drowning,
come save Me.

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if words sharp knives they are
pierce your innocent soul
and friends are serpents wilding to break us.
Yet you choose a fictitious emotional figment.
Enrol to become a student of this school,
coming with heavy dues and hefty payment

if blood is the only beverage, and
You're thirsty for a sip that will hound,
your existence to our soul tie currents bound

the sun unbearably drowns us in sorrow
but we delve in the deep sea
of Twilight Moon gauze
the lovely celestial pool pillow
you willfully devow my flesh to the born
make carcass dry yet succulent corn
will you paint the town black , white, or red ;
in whichever manner or weather or time
or a flower I'm withered,
maimed, and despicably wretched
forever a reject and dejected. Would You dare¿
make a move to share and care.

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if this is what you've always wanted.
You must be warned that glass breaks
and what's left is fragment
to pour yourself out like a pitcher
try to move my stance and make me
see everything as a creation creature

if you pull up this soiled white garment
already made ridicule by public utterances.
wash it wholesomely without fear of being cajoled.
when stains overshadow the beauty patent
left is a dirty linen odour filled
patches of clear pigment. but keep it neat as meant

if you can be an anchor to a ship swept off
the harbour by waters of tempests
approaching the shore;
and as the captain, you choose to drown
over jumping to safety
for the solo survival pendent
...

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