Narratives are set towards change It’s relative that we don’t succumb to rage It being a dawn of a new age Daily turning a new page with a great sweet sage delight
To beat death is to be alive Embrace the music, feel the notes and cast your desires to the shadows Close your eyes and let your senses wonder Make that call which will free you from that volcanic anger
Be nice to everyone and never step on anyone’s toes Not all struggles are met with a successful end Limit your expectations for if the outcome surpasses them, that’s a reason to enjoy. Let patience be your portion, and over spend not on what’s not at hand.. Might be an outcast, just cast out your positivity unto the world.
Am worn out, thirsty & sweaty Hunger beckons with the rumbling of mines stomach, but deaf is the ear that’s ment to pay attention. I have toiled all day and soiled myself beyond all I imagined possible. It’s a beginning though anticipating the end nothing got me thinking than this moment. It’s more of a need than a want, I’ve learnt to distinguish the two. Joints ache, words shake and my flesh breaks as the shirt on mines back drenches with oozing blood glued to my person like a stuck poster on the wall. Odor so thick and concentrated has my sense of smell on a suicide run. Armpits stack with sweat, limbs weak despite my straight face. Lazy sleepy gaze and my thoughts in a hazy maze Slightly more to come as I brace myself It’s not over till it is
Feeling fresh after a long day intensed. A lily scented room, a rose petaled floor . Slowly i open the door, “Where you off to?” a sweet echoed voice asks Turning my head in surprise, as movement beneath the white satin cloth halts……. “It is cold out there?” She phrases her words in a questionable manner. Mummed and muffled my eyes shut as if in disbelief , as she kicks the cloth to reveal herself .. S.o.S i scream, “yes Skin on Skin” she whispers while winking at me. Am robbed of words, as I close my eyes waiting for her lips to dawn on mine. When we about to entertwin, I hear my name called out loud. “You may come in now”…! “The doctor’s ready for you”
A bee is a housefly who decided to take his life seriously A skunk is just a cute exhauster with digestive issues Zebras are but donkey’s born with a silver spoon Sloths are but high junkies on the zone Koalas are cute teddy bares from a fair tale, who a kid wished alive Safari ants are but angry enforcers of the crawling creature mafia Buffalo’s are but cows who lost their Mabble’s and we’re unable to domesticate their anger. Kangaroos are but tall jumping bunnies who trained to box and opted to carry a satchel. A dinosaur was but a snake who swallowed a hippopotamus that got stuck halfway his belly Crickets are just backbenchers who were constant noisy makers and never knew when to quit and now politic it all night. Turkeys are but chickens who missed out on anger management A hyena is a wild dog that dropped out of school. Lama’s and khat users, spitting similarities
Life’s like an engineless plane, you can attach wings to it all day but it still won’t fly. Moral: listen don’t just ready yourself to answer and identify the issue first before investing in the wrong solutions
Passionate to have built my empire based on my fantasies and desires yet in reality I own not my happiness As a fruit a Man_goEs out of his way to please , discarded ones used but never gives up for see what it blossoms into. Freedom being a state of mind and maturity which is freedom with a choice Innocent as it is known to be, the lack of knowledge there in resenting not humanity. Joy craved as we are taught to find it in others, other than from within us. Fear that shaken your loins, creeping through you like a sewered rodent. I care so much as to let you know that alike we may not be but the same aired breathe we share. Times constance is like chemistry with no particles, agree to disagree. An ugly soul is not born so, but molded towards the hatred by whats around it. Sacrifice the self will to commit oneself without any kind of gain. Pain is just reality and lack of acceptance as to whats what and why. Birth is not the start of life if a spirit is murdered from the beginning. Judgement a portrayal of pride as opposed to offering a hand as a true guide. Humility being a true leader whose skillful in the know-how to follow. Engraved are the words physically but not by heart, a liar am looking at whose believes are his truths though I know it to be a tale. A beast pounded by his own authority, limited to the power that bounds others. Mellinials tagged, 21st centuried and mapped. #ConfusedElement :#GeorgesPoetism #It_Happens #ShhhLifeInProgress
We don’t defer from a khat user since we are dreamers also though theirs more product enhanced. If world Peace was an option would you be for it? Yet you quarrel with your neighbor , you’re the source of your co-workers, friends or communities troubles just because you want what they have and since you can’t attain their levels you choose to stir up something. Where there’s war there’s peace they say and vice versa is the truth If you had three wishes what would they be? Would you be satatisfied with the outcome and choice down the line or would you tell us I was stupid then and am now mature, or is it a time thing where we have to enjoy life and utilise what’s at out disposal for tomorrow is not promised out with the old in with the new scenario. We are all wired differently though to all we have a few things in common: Life : we are all alive and not because of our own choosing or strength, my former deputy (Mr. Nderitu) ones said ” as long as you were the sperm that made it out of millions then you are a winner” A lot of sense from a simple sentence which makes you wonder what if ? Major transformations are happening all around us and the world will never stop for you to be successful, as I write this I can feel mines skin tightening and embracing my skull, my face cringing and my brain overthinking. Yes we all live in our heads mostly , making up scenarios that will never happen or take place in a different manner. We pray for miracles
What will haul me in more following? Should I filter or does my camera do the trick? Should I turn on the comment section or off it for this? But the true question that doesn’t ring ” is this appropriate, for what if it was me?” Crippled humanity sunken way down without morals Inability to fathom that life’s a gamble and we are all a dice/deck away from death Clearly health is wealth, but the latter doesn’t always conform to the former Sheer outrage reduced to an obstinate action
Now a hanging man noose, but it’s from a decision they had to choose Whether from lack, depression, aggression, failure or whatever the case Left in search of the reasons behind it all Nothing in writing to explain the leap to such an outcome Might have felt like an outcast, bottling in alot that they couldn’t let go The flickering light deep down inside them against stormy unwavering winds or the world A stand off between their reality and immense expectations How does one result to Tie and Die? Why does fear overpower faith? Happy ain’t always as such , check on your friends/family
Love is a misery and when it strikes our way we all see nothing but pure gratification, we experience warmth not only in our loins but deeply rooted in ours soul.
Beauty is the feeling so surreal that we surrender the notion of what we term as personal beliefs are exited through the window and compromise is the hard hit reality we have to gamble with for now.
The levels shift gears when hate is injected and the purity shaken be it by betray, jealousy or whichever the case. The imperfections starts to be more visible since the eyesight becomes quite clear wiped away is the fog and the bigger picture is clear.
Contention is nothing short of what was and what is since the things you’ve been told by friends, family or heard about your partner starts making more sense, not a day goes by that one doesn’t despise the feeling that theirs guard was lowered and stupidity heightened to a place where clarity was a word on the dictionary.
The pain, the horror Slight terror more trauma Talk of shame and honor Sick of games and drama Plain taste of karma Clean slate for a dark fate Adrenaline high shelved by fear in trying Factors that scream risks Spotlight when it hits just right An engaging smile well inviting than a welcome mat Hefty laughter, ribs aching with happy tears flowing Provocative thoughts begging me to change them as I spit thrice Small talk, nothing short of knowing more Write a story how complex A show of glory some upon acing it all Facing the music on stage unable to dance One in hand slightly better than lack thereof Black and white not even the two are as blank as they seem
For I have had it both ways Been gutted like an animal and also celebrated like a new born In shreds while piecing myself together and also had a variety to choose from A rumbling tummy whose only response was a glass of water and at times at a buffet setting feasting on visually before plating it. Chased away for being a liability, yet like a dog with a bone times would come when their attention on me they’d not let go. Sneezed and in response was a bless you, while in another setting looks of disgust followed. Teared down when hopelessly deprived of this world’s haves and have nots Seen the affection that humanity has to offer and it’s effects, on the other side its afflictions and and a blind eye turned towards it all. Screamed in an empty room just to let it out and also at a concert hiding the frustrations in plain sight Weakened by my loved ones cry for help and helplessly watched on as I could do nothing to alleviate their pain Been on the receiving end of a business connection and also connected a few, the joy that brings is just phenomenal. Stuck on my own thoughts with never ending unanswered questions, but able to assist others sort theirs out. Liquidated my all to solidify my today in hopes of a better tomorrow, from scratch is just a new beginning with grand experience this time. Queued to purchase the premise that am not good enough and I’ll amount to nothing, but unshackled my mind for what the society thinks of me is not who I am. An exchange of words turned to fists, at times anger calmed down by the right approach to dialogue. Strange to say ave enjoyed pain and in some instances couldn’t even wish any of it on an animal let alone a fellow being. A topic of gossip ave been and also been among a group bad mouthing others Dined with who society pegged as great and also fended for self with scraps and am still here Cashed in cheques and been on the receiving end of great deals though stressed, been broke to zero and still joy oozed out of me like light piercing the nightly skies. More to write, alot to think of and all in all that’s not the end but a tipping point gauging my stamina in this balance of life.
The one I love lives in me, making me feel safe for home is where the heart is at peace. Her strides are not of haste nor does she catwalk to impress but moseys like a a supervisor in a factory checking on progress, she admits to be primitive not because she is but she well knows she doesn’t understand everything about the world, but knows she’s ready to listen and learn what she doesn’t know and also top up to what she knows.
A character worth the time a true personality whose stubbornness knows no boundaries, a star was born in her and she hernesses ever last ounce of who she is just to better what she has. Brave in her own way and steps aside to avoid unnecessary battles knowing the biggest war she has to overcome is between herself, fun loving and supportive for nurture was rained on her like a bursted dam with weak walls.
My love has a sweet spot for snacking, an appetite so huge for life which is shared by the embrace of culture through various delicacies. Her taste pallet like a pissed off alarm clock rings in her tongue with anger every time she misses an opportunity to take it out for a treat.
I hate her so much yet love her much more and have in turn espouse her snags making them my own and hopefully vice versa, to know her is to want her to be her is to love life and to have her is nothing but a way to piss me off.
Her picturesque tumeric like skin tone diverts the ambience of the room and the focus outlines her enchantress look filling mines ticker. She whom I love does love me and sure enough I adore her, our sense of humour encompasses what we call Joy from within, her greatest fear is loosing herself, her own self worth not forgetting her will to live.
Shits gotten real and breakdowns have seen her plummet like a rolling stumbling rock down the cliff of despondency, her almond shaped eyes damp with tears as her throat to sore to scream out her frustration. Hurt beyond despair hunched with her head on her knees and arms wrapped like a blanket around her legs. Back stabbed some many times you’d mistaken her for a dart board or a war zone.
Smitten we are that our insecurities can be conversed and no judgement implied, she is the epitome of open mindedness and every time me and her get hit on by someone we play along and later share as if to say we still marketable. We both believe everything happens for a reason and not to force the season, but we also don’t start something we can’t see through since we stand by each other.
To bad she doesn’t know me nor of my existence, am I noticing things she doesn’t?, Or could it be a figment of my imagination? Am I close to it so bad or am I loosing it ? Well I better get the clay and mold her up for she’s just but more to me than this, I am single so disregard all of this plus the title differs from the whole piece.
Tip toe as to the reason of the sneaking by. Bye bye is the wave am used to for the vessel that’s life will forever flow. A beast to my own desire, judge me not. Beauty oozing like honey droops from the hive. My life’s a mystery, so adventurous why not document it. Can’t seem to account for every last minute, yet my goals are netted. Hating arguments yet debating it out like a Parliament. At par all seems far as I gaze into the horizon I crave for that man meats poison. In the midst of chaos, no ones got me like you do. At all times moulded like art by this culture. Never been a clans man, but man just listen to my plans. My clarity is begotten by character, persona and humility let alone all this vanity. Am at my end hanging from a cliff, but my spirits are high for I have tied a knot so as to hold on. Gone is the safety net though life has tired another knot up top to help me step on my past and hold on to this new found hope. A note is in the air am yet to find out whether am being pulled up or lowered down, for whichever way is safer is unknown to me.