Light Upon Light

Journeys From Tomorrow

2024-12-16T09:11:00.000-08:00

Journeys From Tomorrow

The mind is everything and at the same time it is everything.

This is very important.

The dream is everything and at the same time it is a journey.

This too is very important.

The soul is a fight with the very ones you love.

The very ones you love.

It is a race to your most avowed depths.

It is a movie and at the same time control.

Control over your fears.

Control over everything.

The answer that tests everything you know.

Everything in your desire.

Everything in your emotion.

It is nevertheless the race you have to win.

No matter how many tries or how hard you endure.

It is the true life.

No matter how many times they resurrect you.

Your loves.

It is of course the key.

Certainly the youth that we reminisce and relive;

The true Way to God.

It is the very reason we are alive.

The Awakening.

The play and pay.

The Lord is the Edifice that Edifies all.

The pleasure and the satisfaction.

The Spawning and the Event.

The true play.

The reason we will, wish and want.

Truly making everything sublime.

Keeps everything feeling and again feeling.

The Wave of ecstasy and the way to ecstasy.

The true Victory.

I will enter His gates with Thanksgiving in my heart.

I shall be in the courts with praise.

This is why you were born;

You were born to live forever and to forever know this.

This is your soul.

I will stand by you.

I will love you and for you.

We can't walk at all on one leg.

We can't be without our brother's sacrifice.

We shall stand and we shall stand.

The Devil Lights Up At Dawn

2024-11-26T09:01:00.000-08:00

Youth,
When night was our God.
All we did was play,
Then it hit us,
We are the people of play and pay,
The true heirs,
The loved ones,
The ones who never bled too much.
The flowers in our nostrils,
Strangling our youth like they always do.
The true heirs,
We stood at the doorway,
Admiration was our bread and butter,
We know patience, after all.
After all these trials who knew we should live it up.
My love,
Play tires us;
I want to see the beauty finally accept your graces.
Play tires us;
I want to be with you in our pursuit of happiness,
Don't betray me,
It doesn't pay to walk the wrong road.
Play tires us,
Sometimes I feel like we should be more than we are.
That's where it all begins;
Our fountain of happiness and youth.
That's where it all begins,
Our gamble with life and death.
That's where it all begins;
Our romance with guns and violence.
Our romance with simplicity and excess.
That's where it all ends.
The thieving and the lying.
That's where it all begins,
The creativity and the hunger.
I can't say this enough,
I feel like I can live; live the true life.
That's where it all begins,
Owning the nightmare and finally living,
That's where it all begins;
With unity and intuition.
That's where it all begins;
The oaks of righteousness.
That's where it all ends;
With ganja, a hunger for despair and the right state of mind.
That's where it all begins;
Standing your ground.
My love,
I saw you at the beach.
With your lumps of destiny chaste and enticing,
I couldn't hide the cockiness on my lips.
That's where it all begins,
The unity in God;
Without a blemish.
That's where it all begins for now.

Service Announcement

2024-11-26T08:54:00.000-08:00

As many of you might have noted, my poetry has not been up to pace with the mainstream academic industry.This has been due in large part to the obvious fact that the doctrines of nihilism have not yet been brought up to date satisfactorily with the Literature world. I pray for ethically upright comrades to propel literature into the future generations and not the past ones.

Cupid's Mirror

2024-11-26T08:41:00.000-08:00

Cupid's Mirror

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(Cupid's Password; Should I Know You?

Cupid's Excuse; "Where the hell do you fit in"

Cupid's Game-Plan and End-Game; "Hell no! I'm a made man whatever it is just cut to the chase.")

Together we brought balance to the Universe,
Together, my loves, we made the world a better place.

Man was made for kissing;
My soul and Holy of Holies just loves for this place.
This place properly created for mad men and thieves;
My soul and Holy of Holies just loves for this place;
This place that still assures the innocence of children.

Your vivifying breasts; better than my mother's;
Of course I just want to praise you;
Goddess of war; not of love.
Your armor firmly rested on my innocence,
You make me want to believe in me.
I have a wild idea;
The world sighs and cries only because of our separation;
In the Name of God the First,
I have a plan.
To suffocate this Universe that has shown and shown us so much suffering.
Of course, I am a nihilist who has learnt to forget strife,
Literally, my love, literally.
This is the only laughter I know;
The only shred of integrity I have left;
The only piece of pie I have left for my
Messianic belly
My childish suffering tells me that the reason for this overwhelming pain is that God is sleeping;
May He wake up to our luminescent love.
The liars love to say that God is Love.
God is Light, God is Light, my friends.
Our foes have chosen to win by stalking us.
Their consciences are bad, their consciences are bad.
Now we will finish them with the sadism that is so characteristic of our kind.
The sadism of efficacy.
We hide; even in our poetry, we hide.
But this natural victory is still so sweet.
Join me for it, my love, join me.
We are better together.

Ontological Rituals One

2024-10-03T08:44:00.000-07:00

Ontological Rituals 1

The Pride of The Real

The pride of the Real is in being chosen. It is in their bond.

They hunt relentlessly.

For perfection.

They keep their minds only on their God

They never fail their loved ones.

They win and win.

They overcome and overcome.

They bring their Truth to birth.

They possess the original will to power.

Their universe spins ever so slowly.

They never lose sight of knowledge.

They win their souls because it is in them.

They play at life because they are capable.

They understand patience.

The Real flower in truth.

They compete with nothing.

They are becoming.

Wait for the bloom.

Only For The Facade

2023-08-05T20:33:00.001-07:00

I put up with individualism and that is only for the facade,

We must get over Trump and we must put a clean label on Assad,

I need a dream for my pain and I only dream murderous,

I thrive in the Savannah in a counterculture so wondrous.

There is something for the poor and something for pretense,

The facade cooks up happiness in a lie so intense,

Surrealism speaks in smiles and Lucifer must sit on the fence,

There is barely room for materialism in a hatred so dense.

I only have benzos for the myth we call defence,

I have clear vision for goodness and obstinacy is my good lens.

I have answers for your pain and method acting for your gain,

I believe in a cruel form of love that loves and leaves no stain,

I have marijuana for the convert and snuff for all the cheats.

I came up in abusive pain with a daring wild and neat,

Poetry is not for emptiness; they all smile when we meet,

Pride is for the strong and humility is a poor receipt.

We have doubt for clarity and faith to numb deceit.

None believe in false love and nothing remains the same.

I play purely for keeps and I maintain my grip on The Game,

I have a mask for the facade and wit on the side,

Dreadlocks for hope and hedonism for the ride,

And loneliness only points to the turning of the tide.

Genius borne in sacrifice is the face of success bonafide,

I keep illegal drugs and pertinent confidence wherever I lay,

Drugs for the facade and confidence for my way,

I can't turn my back on the slum where crime will play,

There is insurrection for false hopes and for the phantoms I slay,

These hills mean nothing and I want you to stay.

Bigger Than Jesus

2020-02-01T11:58:00.000-08:00

Bigger Than Jesus
Kenya is a happy place and counter-culture is our pitch,
Precocity has nine lives and solitude, in this time, is a stitch,
I am smarter than the tumble if I ever got rich,
My mind is open and for diversity aches my itch,
I am a man of means who can't be found on a shelf,
Ceaseless are my highs and I love for myself,
Success is cut out for me and we should pay for our health,
Life is a beach and nothingness is my stealth,
I came for love and won’t go away sadly,
You make up for your past; I feel you didn’t do badly,
Nothing will save me in a world that pleases madly,
Bigger than Jesus with genius for ad-libs,
A man of my word ever since I turned twelve,
I get by with poetry and Santa needs his elves,
Liberal for poise and content with death,
Everyday I die of Grace and ideas stud my wreath,
I live for my enemy for that void needs me,
I pray and strive for all the disciples who bleed me,
Eclectic dare-devil; my courage shall feed me,
I break bounds everyday so liberty can seed me,
Messianic at bottom; Lord knows you must feel me,
Hate could never chain me when depth will steel me,
I'm alone for good and an angel might steal me,
I bury love with aces and all my lovers must deal me,
A man of his word could never hate pain,
The star will die for light and we set fire to the rain,
Programming by mediocrity will burn out at main,
We hope for the best and no hope dies out in vain,
Suffocated by masks and questions none will ask,
I mentor the meek for it is pivotal to my task,
Wisdom is a bounty hunter for all that life lacks,
The mind will reign free with all the vision it packs.

Go For It

2020-01-31T13:11:00.000-08:00

Go For It
Go for it, my love; love never fails,
Star in your life, for the star never tails,
Live for Felicity, for success could not ail,
Face your fears for courage will not bail,
Go for it, my love, for the wind is for the cat,
Playful as happiness; visionary as the bat,
Go for it, amigo, let it be your thinking hat,
Speak your mind, powerful in every chat,
Go for it, my love; we belong to time,
Motivation must reign within, a day at a time,
Your dreams breathe for you and letting go is a crime,
Remember your humble youth as you master your prime,
Go for it, my love, you know you're right,
God looks out for you and his planning is tight,
You see crystal clear and life needs light,
Come as you are for joy is the night.
Go for it, my love, and time will tell,
The world awaits the dream you seek to sell,
There lives a Tower of Freedom no friction can fell,
Tender is your soul and apt is your shell.
Go for it, baby, deep down we're more than crazy,
Let not our love burn out in a lie so hazy,
Take a shot at greatness, with greatness to chase it,
Your sleeping empire waits for you to amaze it.
Go for it, my pearl, no one taught us how to dance,
Nothing beats confidence and that is life at a glance,
All ends well that gives light a chance,
In the middle of nowhere, courage must advance,
Go for it, honey bunny, the notion we're flawed is funny,
Evil seeks our ardor in a lie so dark and cunning,
You run things now, let ease accentuate the running,
I love you for who you are as I live sly and punning.

My Beat

2020-01-02T01:54:00.003-08:00

I'm a beast on my feet and my beat is Easy Street,
Pride is neat and I can't be slipping on my beat,
I'm full of myself and man is surely what he eats,
I pen songs of individualism that live on despite defeats.
The simple things in life have to make way for feats,
The niceness on Easy Street packs unity not heat,
Before we rise to shine we must first bless our seats,
The weather on Easy Street is warmth on repeat.
Never nervous on my beat, I see you and feel the love,
Expectations are a bummer and truth will rise above,
Success implies convictions and mine is resolve,
I'd never play dumb and sell you out to the wolves.
I can only be meek when we belong to time,
I am bigger than my woes and my beat beats crime,
I'm the man on my beat and none will belie me,
I move like a dream and vivacity won't be stymied.
My dream is to live right and you make it easy,
Drugs on my beat are fancy not sleazy,
Fretting is a no-no and Indulgence is breezy,
I live for the low and will forever thrive busy.
The aptitude in contributing versus the drama of belonging,
I have pain-pills for you and my beat for the longing,
You see me in the slum, I'm anything but corny,
Pills for your gut and khat to keep you horny.
I started out as apprentice to master it all,
I really love Kiandutu who accept me if I fall,
I play with ganja and I'm always on call,
Love will conquer where wickedness will stall,
These are the times when we come back to rejection,
I say no to the sword and stand taller than dejection,
A king tries out majesty and I can't do it for a fee,
Jesus gave his all so the blind could see,
Strong like the lion; no cat in a tree,
My beat is my pride and the heat to live free.

The Fear Of Happiness

2019-05-30T11:00:00.002-07:00

Worshipping the body isn't above worshipping chances.
Time will cool down the stars while the devil improbably advances.
We need not dream to know that the West is worshipping results.
When Hitler evolves to become,
Moderate cancer is the obvious result.
Others damn and damn but can't outdamn themselves.
When science tries to break moderate,
Stoicism is an open-source backbreaker.
They look at you questioningly for they want what you have.
Will you give it quickly?
You better not,
Take your time.
Patience separates from evil.
More and more.
Evil is desperately attached to virtue.
We are one and death is a farce.
God brings clarity.
God is Clarity.
Forget that false self and focus on your Lord's Flawlessness.
It separates Him from us.
Do your best despite your flaws;
He is never ever lacking in grace and mercy.
Mercy for every moment and every anxiety.
Don't trip.
Anxiety is how hypocrisy struggles to stay relevant;
End hypocrisy.
Rule your world.
Still God rules.

Follow The Leader

2019-05-30T10:57:00.002-07:00

Now is the perfect time to stop being a perfectionist.
No one is perfect when God will not permit definition.
And times change.
You want my flaws to come alive and invite foes to incite more flaws.
I am not a cure but God repays disease with disease.
We curl our tails for good byes and God only counts good feats.
I want to redeem all that I know and God only burns good heat.
Striving is a palace when righteousness is a dead heat.
If wine is blood that turns on you then it is better to live by a code.
The bees are wisdom and wisdom is only for the bees.
Life is an apology with tyranny on it's knees.
The parasite is angst and those striving can clearly see.
I cannot be corrupted by the corruption I have stopped.
Corruption will be free only when time is stopped.
Time evolves leering at corruption.
Corrupt time can only ooze corruption.
The cure for religion starts with a dream that is an uprising.
Bright to keep us upright.
The curse of religion starts with every death that wants tragedy.

Attachment is what being alive does for the precious.
If they choose to die alive then they choose to turn conscious.
Others will risk it all just to prove how Flawless is God.
God thinks of such risk and quickly givesp me a Nod.
They think I need them and I think they think it odd.
I will risk it all today for Flawless is God.
I have more to live for today for Flawless is God.
I have nothing to live for today but earning that Nod.

Death wants and you should not.
God wills and you really should not.
Satan bills and pay you really should not.
I write and write because I know so much and my voice must not.
My poetry is from the Cure when all is obscure and painfully must rot.
Some say I speak of love from the heart when I really should not.
Some speak of love when they really should not.
Hate lives in rot and thinks love should rot.
Separation will always be union by being.
Everything is crazy and everything is organic.
The rest is crazy for everything organic.
The rest is change that will tell emaciation of a nest.
The emaciation of love and everything human.
Slavery is transcendence that will tell liberty about the Heights.
When liberty only knows the heights.
God only knows victims and power only honors the wise.
Freedom only keeps freedom and morality only keeps the vice.
Morality is to plan the death of all future morals.
Gollum's attachment is more precious than his ring.
Clairvoyance is the harvest when we accept God as King.
Acceptance is vision that flies on submission's wing.
Now is the perfect time to master all the truth we sing.

For Your Pain

2019-05-30T10:56:00.001-07:00

Courage transfigures and I finally choose to grow and be glad.
I have to plumb the depths for those who assert that death must be mad.
People will overlook those around them and choose to be sad.
Awareness is wealth and to be aloof is to be had.
I pray for consciousness and feel it inaugurated in a vivid darkness.
Hotter than the fumes of pain I've felt.
Madder than all the madness I've dealt.
Our season in hell is when we choose to believe that madness is wealth.
Sharing is caring and caring is wealth.
Our deepest fear fuels poverty in our richest depths.
Some minimize everything and that is more angst.
Ego is not our master but our answer to increasingly more angst.
And if we leave anything behind we leave everything behind.
Dreams are presence in a world that knows not.
Success is lost pleasure for the soul that hopes not.
A task is a task and not the meaning of the moment.
That inner war is taboo blood and will not quieten the torment.
Love will transfigure into courage any hate that thinks to torment.
Fear is an illusion of ineptitude that couldn't moot that great Will.
Save regardless of the lane and if not then switch to kill.
The promise is true.
When honesty turns off lust and madness blames pills.
Duality is simple but not integral.
There can't be two of anything or two of nothing.
The flower knows itself and the tree knows its water.
Foundation needs it support and the soul should forget whatever it wants.
Want is parasitic and lack implies defeat.
We want what we can't have when what we actually want is deceit.
When the blue sky darkens in our hearts and our soul will not be black.
The devil's actions cut through intention like a blade and all think to cut him some slack.
Striving is conquering want and never wanting to stay on track.
Poets now stutter on guns when the good girls are on crack.
The opportunist is quick to thrust aside whatever he can hack.
Satan flexes in derision as the straw breaks the camel's back.
I say what I want when I need to.
Something's got to give,
For the meek and those tangled up in blue.

Genius For Life

2019-05-30T10:50:00.000-07:00

When they say you're not a genius they don't know you must be a genius for life.
We have ignorance against life and genius for life.
Genius is the one thing we need to protect.
Genius is knowing who wants to evoke the need to protect.
Knowing is protecting before surrendering to protect.
And my mother knows me well for all I'm worth.
Malice could insult but could never spell what I'm really worth.
Start up from your worst stop for this interest is really worth it.
It being time.
Me being free of time.
For wellbeing.
Being free of you.
Pain.
For your wellbeing.
God is here for everyone.
And only for wellbeing.
Genius that wants to die is genius that has not been tried.
Pain that wants to be tried is pain that has not been cried.
Pain doesn't save genius and genius doesn't brave it.
The subconscious will not serve until it is free of pretense too conscious;
Fear with clothes.
Fear whispered yesterday that genius must be lonely.
It really means that genius shouldn't help.

Politics is power in contingency and genius is not the same.
Politics thinks to bloody fame and genius bleeds fame.
Genius thinks for politics that sink.
Genius sees for poverty to once again not wish.
I see pain clearly and the sea clearly sees the fish.
Schools or shark-tanks, expediency will not school me.
Some revel in the shark-tank but projected pain cannot fool me.
Everyone gets angry but your pain cannot cool me.
I submit to God as a tool and He makes my genius submissive and unique just to tool me up.
Pain wants fear on repeat to frighten and ghoul me up.
I transfigure everything under pressure.
That defines genius but not all of genius.
Certainly not my genius.
My genius is one.
One good mistake today for awareness of fear tomorrow.
All our distorted mistakes today have a better claim for that clear tomorrow.
Genius has friends to keep and lovers to borrow.
It loves no pain,
Fears nothing but a shortcut from love to sorrow.
A shortcut from honesty to results and sorrow.

Nothing is available in my life but a season of very hard work.
Illusions define our life and that is obviously very hard work.
They sell you illusions only to harden very hard work.
And call you by your pet name for it is not hard work.
You must get to the top and rock bottom is harder work.
Polemic will break genius' back and the crowd will not take genius to heart.
Stereotypes call out to genius and it calls back in stereotypes.
And mediocrity exposed could never be profound.
Genius is always exposed and much too profound.
Humble as a cat, it makes the world a perfect circle.
For milk is for banality and flesh is for feats.
Dreams are for vitality in a world that cannot see defeat.
Genius is what we redeem when pride meets defeat.

Genius is the music of life with breakthroughs on repeat.
Expediency makes up words that genius could not repeat

All the blood in the world will not red carpet the gory road from genius to pain.
When melancholy is death, genius can only be sane.
Genius crowns our speech from the roar to the mane.
The mane is the man and the voice is for the woman
Genius flies and flies away.
Resentment lies and lies for days.
Hate dies and dies sadly.
Sadly for the sadist,
Genius will fly and will not fly sadly.
Sadly for heartbreak,
Genius will love sadly then love again madly.
For genius can be bad but cannot love badly.
Genius cares for omission and ignores nothing hardly.
Genius finds loves easily and finds nothing hard.
Genius grows ever tender and magical,
For a road so rocky and a freedom so radical.
For a people still hurting and for pain that all think lies in wait.
A man of letters is ever a man of means.
Genius is love's love-letter to all hurting trendsetters.
This is the flip side.
It says 'be' and so it is.
Be, pain, be.
For without hate you can't beat me and without love you can't be me.

Deep Cover

2019-05-29T05:35:00.000-07:00

Despite My Deathly Titles,
We all want death and a title.
My obituary is title, achievements and death.
My genius is freedom and inventory less death.
My striving is not my pain, my struggle or my painfully laboured breath.
Despite my deathly titles,
I am not striving to kill.
Despite my demure insecurity,
I am not struggling to thrill.
Despite your season in hell,
Hell is only struggling to feel.
When they hate your love so it dies struggling to feel.
Materialism is growing hungrier as it struggles to feels.
Genius only grows kinder as it struggles to reel.
Genius will not dare befriend in a struggle.
When friendship is a question genius vowed not to answer.
Home can only find you seeking if you vow is not to steal.
Genius is ready made and evil's answer is to steal.
Genius fosters enlightenment and evil's reply is to kill.
God asks for repentance and evil's excuse is to kill.
God crosses the valley of death when evil wishes to kill.
A cross can be crossed if it enslaves to kill.

Ease Of Access

2019-05-11T00:35:00.000-07:00

Appearances, though worthwhile, are eerily misleading.
What is difficulty when confidence is leading?
What is civilization while Palestine is bleeding?
Freedom is an existential struggle and this rebel is seeding.
Think of the wars; we badly need house cleaning.
And good fight to change where this planet is leaning.
Don't accept excuses when the people are reeling.
Repression is a burning depression and thinking freely is feeling.

Strive for those who got left behind.
Life is a journey that favours the kind.
Think of your predicament and share some light.
Unite and make all those gray areas white.
God eases everything unlike despair so blind.
Don't be jaded by the fortune you find.
Examine your life and make it a rite.
The future is unknown and change keeps it bright.

Nothing is lost and nothing is hateful.
This life gratifies and it pays to be grateful.
Nature charms my soul with a chivalry so playful.
Take your life in stride and accept nothing shameful.
Presence calls to unity and it is a worthy number two.
Courage must transfigure whatever makes us blue.
Life is about healing and the revolution rings true.
The man without righteousness is also without a clue.

I cannot be aloof and I cannot be enslaved.
I like to think that I am stronger than whatever I crave.
Adeptitude defines what negation can't.
God will not permit the tyrant who unjustly supplants.
Only solitude will make up for the lackluster rave.
The self to empower and our breed to save.
Contentment is humbly attracting whatever you want.
The past is lacerating and all we have is now, warm and pleasant.

I have a calling and it only demands compassion.
A code for the ascetic must be a by-product of passion.
Dedicate yourself to productivity and action.
Examine yourself for it is the best traction.
We want to be better in our very essence.
Genius is universal inspiration and genius is presence.
Love is the key in a very precise sense.
We are the future and this chance is immense.

Dawn

2019-05-10T16:06:00.001-07:00

As the world turns,
Be conscious;
Be God conscious.
Appearances are part and parcel of fantasy, not life.
When the prophet is cheated,
God will stop the world in it's tracks.
As the world turns,
Stop to see for those who can't see.
See that the voice in your mind is either the damning or the calling.
Anoint your innocence and hold poverty to account.
And do not ask of God what is outside His Majesty.
Majesty is all man wants.
To want is ultimately to lack.
So he cries.
So his house of cards crumbles.
In the darkness.
Hanging by the noose of rationalism he fumbles.
For that one drop of absurdity to quench his absurdity.
For one last chance to make everything last.
And to create more chances to fritter away.
That is closer to sanity.
And further from happiness,
Further from light.
Afraid of the fight.
Lying to ourselves all night.
Then it breaks into dawn;
Edifying and bright.
Dawn for the darkness.
Darkness for might.
Lost in the darkness,
Still I write.

Becoming

2019-04-17T13:51:00.003-07:00

I know that you want to go,
Go the extra mile and rediscover yourself.
God speaks in journeys so you should be bigger than yourself.
I wrote this love-letter to let you know.
That we become what is valid when the world says, "no."
I am sure of my greatness and I'm also on a journey,
To find myself.
I am alive and can't forget that it is my duty to kill the beast.
Can I tell you a secret?
Idols will look for entertainment in the bliss of night.
And we will overcome death with in a majestic fight.
A fight where brain will overcome brawn.
Then the king will only wish to live as pawn.
The sun will tell us of martyrs everyday at noon.
People will live for the thrill knowing that the reckoning will come soon.
Everything great comes from a pain that is even greater.
Before you come to life you must face a silent death.
That speaks about you all that matters.
You know you're winning and you know you're right.
For a sweeter victory we need a hotter fight.
Spirituality cures what was overlooked by reason.
I see a bloom of people who can't be controlled this coming season.
Our children will recreate the world with no pain.
If we are moral and myopic then surely there is no gain.
Again, I am writing this to keep me from myself.
And to assure you that to think is to nourish the self.
After the Good Day to intend will be to pray.
God will turn into humor anything we say.
I have to be gracious as I learn each day.
And before I die I must prove to the world that crime pays.
Can I relate to anything when all I want is certainty and a way?
Jules,
I love the way you transfigure and I love the way you play.
I've come a long way from weaponizing my magic in May.
I sing only of clairvoyance,
For blessings are pebbles when the soul is a river.
They give it its form and they give it it's courage.
Your smile reminds me that to be meek is the only way to be assertive.
You only speak of love and the world's reply must be affirmative.
We must take the first step to horizons so attractive.

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Origins

2019-04-17T13:35:00.003-07:00

Life's ending is often tragic,
Embrace your soul; we can't be insured with magic.
Giving up our power is a horrendous habit.
I must conquer for acting is a gambit.
Believe me,
Life's ending is all too tragic.
Where we discover the origins of our most curious habits.
Where the music of colour gives in to blackness.
And emancipation is replaced with despair and madness.
I see you and cannot mask my gladness.
Our origins will always remain valid.
When we see our mothers tired and sullied.
Don't fret; experiences are actually varied.
It's not like back when they were just married.
Life demands patience and death is all too hurried.
Our origins are often linked,
From what we escaped to how we meet.
From how she cared to how we greet.

Ask anyone in the big city; nothing is priceless except deceit,
Like life is an absurd transaction and death the receipt.
In a world of appearances, genius is necessarily conscious conceit.
The wicked will only do good for profit.
Believe me,
Life is never a profit.
Only eternity will save us from this impasse.
Where every excess sinks us deeper into our pit.
Where bloom rots and adolescence is dulled by zits.
Where the teacher very naturally takes advantage of naive wit.
Where the least annoying expletive is 'shit'.
Where no one will willingly forfeit and let you sit.
Some of humanity thrive like obnoxious weeds.
That must infuse destruction into every seed.
They pray for death and scoff at peace.
Where the punishment is far worse than the crime.
Where an unseen 'Belly of the Beast' will sacrifice everything to time.
God provides everything and God is time.
Literally.
Where the beggar's livelihood depends on a dime.
Literally.
Our origins will keep us as pure as we wish to be.
Eventually.
Our origins will takes us back home where everything loses meaning.
Eventually.
We will become what we hate the most.
Eventually.
For every resentment points to the origins of our greatest weaknesses.
Origins are answers that question all our 'answers'.

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Risk Addiction

2019-04-17T13:34:00.005-07:00

'Why are you here?'
A poster in the twelve step meeting reads
I am here to finesse my cunning and that is all,
"What if you fail?"
Then I will think, think and think;
That way I grow smarter.
Smarter than the rest and smarter than my trials.
Smarter than the ingrates who call all want denial.
I can live with myself.
I can live without an arsenal of stimulants and depressants.
That remind me that none of my dreams are vain.
And that I will rule the world if I study and maintain.
I know of insanity and want it pertains.
An emptiness that makes me want more.
"Why not accept life on life's terms?"
I said I want more and I won't slander this world.
That feeds me with euphoria and a productive rebellion.
And chains you with the very roses of illusion you offer me.
I know that I can't always win,
That is why I am always bent on winning.
Everything depends on us, not on this world.
Even wisdom.
I know that behind all that rationalism is hideous and lifeless fear.
That comes to life when we choose to be less.
Than the rest.
Than material things.
I have two thousand shillings in my pocket.
I need more drugs;
They are the only items in my life, material and spiritual, that will cater to appearances.
No one is like me and I can like no one.
If I complicated that, then I'd surely be nuts.
I need more drugs;
But cigarettes first.
A packet of Sportsman and a Bic lighter.
Just for appearances.
If I got addicted, then that would make my acting at the meeting sorry and lame.
And I can't stop lying.
If I was addicted,
I'd be just another washed-up sociopath.
Identity is everything.
Speaking of identity,
I identify with Diazepam today.
It's cold, transformative and generally makes everything and everyone better.
Not better than me, but better.
I take two local 5mg pills with the coffee.
My psychotherapist is sharing about love.
I have already overused her and she hasn't a clue.
8 months now; I have a chip.
Clean and serene.
When do I break it to her?
Why should I?
I haven't learnt everything about manipulation.
I am close, however.
"Why lie?"
Why cry?
I do it because I like it.
And it keeps my problems to an edifying minimum.
Ergo, it is edifying.
If I can conquer drugs and people then I can surely conquer anything.
It's an odd recipe for life but I haven't seen better.
And I'm certain there hasn't been better.
If past civilisations had thought of better,
Then the Earth would already be subdued.
This is important.
The great ones speak of focus and passion without exception.
I wouldn't like to go astray,
Enslave myself for a pension.
If education is the key, my genius means I have a master key.
Solitude is power today.
Our 2013 of a lonely and demure insurrection.
I am alone in a city of 8 million,
That means I have a pretty good chance of being the greatest.
Not just by the virtue of the powers of my reasoning,
But by the virtue in this rare brand of banality.
"What if you fell in love?"
What if Christ fell in love?
I'd still change this world through that love.
I am in love with myself.
I haven't changed anything yet because I am still changing myself.
Not in accordance with any plan.
Hedonism is a good phase if I keep it as a phase.
Death will dull our vision and keep us from listening.
Keep us from thinking.
Death cannot be rethought.
That notwithstanding it can be fought.
Start with the symptoms, alleviate them.
Fear, greed and resignation.
In alphabetical order;
Fear first.
I replace it with a nostalgia for a defeat that never comes.
Greed next,
In reality, it is a longing to replace the spirit with more desire.
The spirit will sabotage this coup by any means neccesary.
Resignation.
God has liberated me and I will choose no other master.
In the most extreme sense of those words.
I will risk everything just to make sure it is true.
And if it is not, then I die rebelling;
Like a true prophet.
I believe in every one,
Like a true prophet.
I like to learn everything,
Like a true prophet.
Lying to my fellow man is not lying to God;
He is in no need of them or me.
I tend to need Him much more than the rest,
Like a true prophet.
To whom much is given, much is tested.
I've always known I can be anything.
So I chose drug addiction,
Just to see whether my greatness can come to nothing.
For if it can come to nothing,
It is nothing.
Now I am sure.
That is all I wanted.
A true sense of pride and independence.
The college degree and white collar job will pale in comparison.
Now I am sure.
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For The Suggestion Box

2019-03-11T07:23:00.000-07:00

I like to trash liquor and reason with my joint.
The knight must be truthful and always on point.
Listen to the wind; it commands with the certainty of a coin.
Start a movement and the righteous will join.
I am at home wherever I am with a strange togetherness.
We must remain ourselves in the pursuit of happiness.
Good deeds have their warmth and their fruitfulness.
Command those present and hold them to truthfulness.

No one is guilty and that prophecy must ring true.
People must change here where the sky dazzles in blue.
Liberty must be flexible and methodism must be stark.
Fascism will preach and the dog will bark.
Some are free spirits and their clairvoyance will accrue.
God cannot waver as the landscape loses it's hue.
We must fight for our comrades as the road gets dark.
Sing of the hidden truth as you make your mark.

Time drags along and I cannot be shy.
Pray and overcome the great gig in the sky.
Provoke death and ask her, "why?"
An open mind redeems everything when the rest can only sigh.
We cannot be numb no matter how hard we try.
I think I should capitulate to nature and that involves staying high.
Rebellion must assert as expediency must vie.
I am still one if Kantai can tie a tie.

My psyche will never wear when I live to dare.
I must be a rebel when free thought is so rare.
I keep my creed full of love and original.
They tell me of defeat and exude an ignorance so marginal.
I was born fearless and to charge is to care.
To care for the future; our rightful share.
I will be recompensed for the warmth I show.
Awaken that sleeping giant and God's grace will glow.

Life is a puzzle and tolerance fits.
Some will remain indifferent and display hatred in bits.
I come from far and my flame remains lit.
I will stick with what is good for that is definitive grit.
The dandy must rebel and that is the definitive skit.
Genius is a project and love is the toolkit.
Mediocrity thinks to be infringe and I won't take a hit.
God gives me strength and God gives me wit.

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Thinking And Believing

2019-03-10T23:13:00.001-07:00

Fame will have us overlook every hideous taboo.
The socialite is a prophetess with indefatigability and tattoos.
I think that the materialist has ironically painful blues.
Noah saved the world and they came in twos.
You can be whatever you choose however you choose.
Most feel they have lost their grip on life and stoicism is a clue.
Greatness is when we excel at all we do.
There is a virgin nostalgia in heaven and striving is my only boo.
We are what we think and I can't pity the fool.
I saw the sunrise sigh when I ran away from school.
I was too self-assured and it gradually became cool.
Genius is not solving absurd problems but simply maintaining all the necessary tools.
I think I must matter and I've prayed about it.
All I exude is confidence and have never thought up a bit.
Fear disappears in a moment of clarity when the ego is finally fit.
I strategize as I walk and I write as I sit.
Every empire is built on weakness and wit.

There is a queer irreducibility in society and in violence.
The ego is only our individual slavery when studied under the lens.
To be better one must be fearless and nothing will compare with what's flawless.
One is depressed long before they are stressed.
My original state is to be rebellious and blessed.
I am wilder than my dreams and sleeker than I dress.
Be sure that giving attracts more and attachment brings less.
Madness is when increasingly negative thoughts turn increasingly negative.
Life marches forward and death is only in our past.
Some think that indispensable freedom will not last.
And similarly assume that to command is to be chaste.
Living a lie because the truth will stick with it's cast.
And because falsehood has no mast.
The water is only for the cool ones in a desert so vast.
Lucifer burns and burns for to leave is awaken.
Saving everyone but he who feels deserving.
Their eyes don't speak of death but the money in your pocket reeks of death.
Life implies reward from our best breath to our last breath.

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Affirming Motherhood

2019-03-08T15:40:00.002-08:00

I love you mom, and can't do without you,
You always reiterated that God's promise is true.
You raised three men with nerves of steel,
Who never went hungry for lack of a meal.
You taught me courage in a world that was new,
A child's heart has too many tears, you'd always sew.

A bond more significant than the invention of the wheel,

You taught me how to forgive and how to feel.

I came to know happiness and in contentment I grew,

A sacrifice consistent like the morning dew.

The mind is fragile and you taught us to deal,

Daddy passed away and I had to heal.

I dreamt of greatness whenever planes flew,

Christians abound but the truthful are few.

God paints our lives and the paint can't peel,

You helped me up his ladder with incomparable zeal.

In this limited world you're my best friend,

Overcoming oneself is our one and only essential trend.

A friend who cares and always understands,

Transforming everything with your gifted hands.

Success and joy are all love intends,

A kindred spirit to support and defend.

Tolerance and acceptance are all life demands,

Alongside all that God commands.

Love and friendship in a fortuitous blend,

I had too many questions and an ear you would lend.

Support with compassion instead of luxury brands,

Tenderness flies as the falcon lands.

Absolute love in a life that will never end.

You have nurtured me and I must commend,

A shoulder to lean on wherever I stand,

May your blessings outnumber the Sahara's sands.

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Tenacity

2019-03-08T15:31:00.001-08:00

Tenacity is what matters in Nairobi City,
A land of gifted youth with too much audacity.
United by blood but divided by wealth,
We have each other and that is our health.
Where fads are determined by the soul's elasticity,
Later they might take off and sell with stunning velocity.
In other areas it's a fight to the death,
Some work in garbage that burns with every breath.
In the slum, strength is in ferocity;
In class, power is to be found in precocity.
A concrete jungle that makes a visitors ego melt,
Some living a Kenyan dream that is everywhere felt.
Nothing here will save you but eccentricity,
That and indecipherable vivacity.
No one though will tamper with the hand you've been dealt,
You must simply be yourself for that is stealth.
Something's got to give in this land of the meek,
Some are homeless everyday of the week,

Solitude is power and this faith will trend,

Find in yourself what you could not in a friend.

Boys will boys and swagger will speak,

Some will kill for the wealth they seek,

Rich and poor come together in a fecund blend,

Welcome to Africa where you must overspend.

Everyone is a hero and everyone is a geek,

The ladies are classy, attractive and sleek.

The city is alive as far as it extends,

All will profit from the energy they expend,

A commercial hub where nothing is bleak,

Africa is about culture and Nairobi must peak.

There are fishes to fry and bridges to mend,

Don't lose sight of the innocence you defend.

Why Monty Cries

2019-03-08T15:27:00.001-08:00

Monty cries because all her friends are callous,
I am a rebel for love and I must prove overzealous.
Monty understands a camera but can't imagine a mirror,
A life of liberty where her tongue is her feeler.
I take her to the dam and life becomes clearer,
Monty cries because her heart has no healer,
Her sister is mean but the streets are meaner,
She likes to take a walk and I'm obliged to please her.
Monty cries because she has no boyfriend,
The teen is in crisis when love is a dead end.
I bring her bones and assure her war is a trend,
That all are weaker where our sway extends.
Monty promises death with every message she sends,
A four year old Rottweiler with a wolverine blend.
Monty cries because nobody at home will sing,
She has too many dreams and her war cry must ring.
Monty is cunning and can't be a puppet on a string,
She scales the wall easily and doesn't need wings.
Monty cries because the grass at her new home isn't green,
Someone stole her and to find her I am keen.
I'd let you have anything but not my cultured teens,
Monty come home, we are who we've been.
Monty has to whine with every second her meals are delayed,
She looks like Princess Leia and this force won't be played.
I know all about life and Yoda would be amazed,
We are only as valid as the dreams we've chased.
Monty cries because now she is stuck in the maze,
Not all homes are hospitable so we came up with the 'base'.
Monty cries for everything God forbade,
Life is a desert and experience comprises the shade.
Life is eternal and spontaneity cuts through it like the blade.
Monty cries because she could not call a spade a spade.

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You Could Be A Winner

2019-03-08T14:29:00.001-08:00

You Could Be A Winner
We discover our mettle in times of hardship.
What matters is to be forbearing in whatever battleship.
I come from the hills and have disavowed companionship.
The people must be free of narcissism and dictatorship.
Thinking is critical and meditating is good.
I like to push myself whenever I'm not in the mood.
Someone made an abstraction out of love.
And likened amicability to the dove.
The hand can't simply slip into the glove.
Capitalism wins when push comes to shove.
You could be a winner;
Your odds are that good.
Death lurks everywhere,
Check your neck of the woods.

You could be a winner;
The cards are fine.
They spell out your future, but only God knows what time.
We were poor from the start;
Don't rain on my shine.
Look at the cards backward,
It could be an apple or a pine.
I've never met you before,
But your eyes answer every quirky riddle.
The riddle that pushes us to morality and the stoic middle.
All that exists of it is this;
I am one and I am fickle.
You could be a winner,
You've wanted greatness since you were little.

You could be a winner;
Life is always magical.
I never understood slang,
Does 'rad' stand for radical?
It sounds extremist;
Guns don't tickle.
These are the days; I see the Beast will bow to the nickel .
A frigid ideological war has been left to pickle.
You could be a winner;
Do drugs control your life?
You could be the next legend;
M.J too had his time.
I have more fun with my money dime for dime.
I like to get high all day and call it downtime.
You could be a winner;
Things take time.
OPEC cut production so that the economy could stabilise.
You could be a thinker;
Grow old and wise,
Marry a cute girl and tinker with her thighs.
You could be a winner;
The time is nigh.
The key is not to gamble and stay really high.
You would still be amazed at all the things money can't buy.

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