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KabiruSk
KabiruSk
49/NB/Kenya P A I N
Awake Heavy eye lids Red eyed Sleepy much I should just Sleep Shut these eyes Dream away No nightmares please Do not haunt My subconscious I need rest
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
Sleepy
Scorching, scalding, sun set stalking the skin, dry days, dust-dazed, cracks carving deep within, yet the air hangs heavy, already, steadily wet, packed in thick humidity, nature’s quiet threat. Heat waves, haze-blaze, shimmer, slither, sway, mirage mirroring warnings in the white of day, the horizon holds its breath, tense, complex, you can feel the summons… nature flex. Clouds crowd close, slow, low, looming, dark-barked masses silently blooming, intense, immense, pressure pressed in the sky, light dims slim… dusk draws nigh. Then, winds whip, wild, restless, reckless, trees bend, send signals, breathless, and sudden, sharp, no gentle cracks, the sky splits open, thunder attacks. Downpour pounds, profound, unbound, rain drums the dust into darkened ground, lightning, brightening, violent veins of light, stitch the torn fabric of the night. Thunder rolls, deep drums in the dome, iron-voiced echoes shaking bone from bone, hailstones, hard, shard-cold, descend, truth in the impact, sharp at the end. Raindrops rush, hush, then roar in sheets, millions of liquid, rhythmic heartbeats, ice-cold showers, power in release, cool fury falling, fierce relief. Such the paradox, fire to frost, searing breath to mercy tossed, from suffocating, waiting, weighted air to roaring, pouring answered prayer. Nature never whispers balance, she performs, through blistered calms and breaking storms, fierce, clear, atmospheric art, the sky’s wild rhythm… the earth’s raw heart. 🌩️🔥
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 7:28 AM UTC
Rhyme & Flow Edition of Rhythm Paradox
Scorching, scalding, sun set stalking the skin, dry days, dust-dazed, cracks carving deep within, yet the air hangs heavy, already, steadily wet, packed in thick humidity, nature’s quiet threat. Heat waves, haze-blaze, shimmer, slither, sway, mirage mirroring warnings in the white of day, the horizon holds its breath, tense, complex, you can feel the summons… nature flex. Clouds crowd close, slow, low, looming, dark-barked masses silently blooming, intense, immense, pressure pressed in the sky, light dims slim… dusk draws nigh. Then, winds whip, wild, restless, reckless, trees bend, send signals, breathless, and sudden, sharp, no gentle cracks, the sky splits open, thunder attacks. Downpour pounds, profound, unbound, rain drums the dust into darkened ground, lightning, brightening, violent veins of light, stitch the torn fabric of the night. Thunder rolls, deep drums in the dome, iron-voiced echoes shaking bone from bone, hailstones, hard, shard-cold, descend, truth in the impact, sharp at the end. Raindrops rush, hush, then roar in sheets, millions of liquid, rhythmic heartbeats, ice-cold showers, power in release, cool fury falling, fierce relief. Such the paradox, fire to frost, searing breath to mercy tossed, from suffocating, waiting, weighted air to roaring, pouring answered prayer. Nature never whispers balance, she performs, through blistered calms and breaking storms, fierce, clear, atmospheric art, the sky’s wild rhythm… the earth’s raw heart. 🌩️🔥
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Sometimes the storm outside, mirrors the storm within, and the release is everything. Scorching hot the sun leans heavy on the bones of the day, dry days cracking the lips of the earth, yet the air… thick packed in humidity, a silent sweat before the storm. Heat waves shimmer like mirages of warning, nature stretching, flexing summoning something ancient from the horizon. Clouds gather. Slow. Dark. Intense. An intimidating dim dusk folds the light into bruised silence. Then Winds blow wild sermons through the trees, and suddenly the sky cracks. A violent hymn heavy downpour drumming the dust into memory, lightning stitching fire across the heavens, thunder rolling its iron voice through the ribs of the world. Hailstones sharp as shaken truth. Raindrops millions of urgent footsteps. Ice-cold showers baptizing the burning ground. Such is the paradox: from blistering breath to frozen mercy, from suffocating stillness to roaring release. Nature does not whisper balance she performs it. Fierce. Unapologetic. Alive.
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC
RHYTHM PARADOX
How Did I Get Here Hmmmm Cannot quite remember How I got here Ahaaa Guess I remember I am here Quite a story You better have a humorous ear Here I am Battle scars Wiser now I tell you Happier Stronger Grateful My lessons Timeless This me For keeps Genesis Exodus Continua Nexus Comprende’
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 2:22 PM UTC
Here I Am
Can barely sleep a wink Weeks of an active brain Jumping hoops all twilight long Awake before dawn Only to welcome the shy sun Bid the lazy moon But a smooth sail. A Nap at Night A Snooze at Dawn A Dreamy Wink A rested active mind On the ***** crow No fatigue, energy burst But a smooth days sail.
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
Active Brain
Vividly With realtime clarity I remember you I see you In true color You forever Remain the Girl I Love Through it all The memories forever Fresh as Dawn Fresh roses Rainy morning Soaked in rain drops Bouquet in hand To confirm a lunch date Mandy’s To memorable walks To adorable hikes To time well spent Dates forever fresh To date a smile so bright To forever my Love
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 6:30 AM UTC
My Valentine
I go Hard All the way No turning back I walk away All out No turning back I see you All of you No one else I give my all All of me No holding back I am done Kaput Issa wrap!
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
I Go
The sprinkler like an opera master, leads the water into a symphony. The water sprays in graceful dance, The grass sways alive refreshed, I smile as this movie unfolds right infront of my very own eyes. My place of peace, The flowers take root, The grass shoots new green blades, The soils fragrance rises as the water droplets soak each grain. Barefoot caked in mother earths toppings, mud, humus & leaves, Each step smirks in sticky suckly sounds, I smile ever so foolishly at the irony of earth yanking at my very feet, Not today darling, for now we at my place of peace. I shut the taps and watch the sprinklers slow down to the slow wavy graceful dance of the waters spray, Suddenly I miss the sudden gush that soaks my all as I weave my puzzle of paths, amongst the soaked earth, sprouting grass and shooting flower buds. The soaked earth sends a whiff of new life across the compound. My place of peace comes alive as I smile to the pure thought of new blossoms fresh with life, This is a beautiful compound, a place so mine, my place of peace.
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Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 10:06 PM UTC
My Place of Peace
Yes! In every sense, Rhythm and flow -Warm alive Never! In your sense, -Passionate burn Now! In my senses -Aflame awake No! To our senses -Hot coals I am a hopeless romantic! Roses Black & Blue! Bud my garden, Red Dry Wine, Fine Grape, Soft Cheese, Cold salads, Juicy berries, Prairie picnic, Moorland walk, Swims a waterfall pool, This mind creates complete universes.
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
I am a Hopeless Romantic
Painful ears from years of a useless boring ******* conditioning, Words tossed towards for years, The intent, nothing less of undoing a fellow human soul, careful whom you allow into your head. Useless Boring ******* Music in ears of Gods masterpiece, A Father in heaven, Greatness requires no validation. From the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaketh, Hurt people hurt people, Safeguard thynself from those seeking univited space in your head. Watch and smile within, Affirm thynself, Journal away, Watch and pray, Speak unto thynself with positive affirmation.
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Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
Useless Boring *******