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All hail king
The boy was keen once to be a man
As usual ,the other being part unleashes
Gratitude pours down
And wishes unveils the other mere world
Buckets full, in the little ones' strengths
Gave me a smoothly outdoor shower
As good as it sounds,
They cheered and chanted ,for the winds washed off the tremor
And I crossed my fingers that this day be the last when my ***** felt breathless
I laid on the toil enduring my own sweet gift
Then the sun took refuge in the horizon and all the cookies came down to me  ,from Quest
Then l called it a day.
All hail king
We're all here to have an artificial fun,
As the sun's raises hides the natural from our reach.
Shake it off before it eats your mind.
If it wasn't for reason or better our future would be history.
We might live a life of an unanswered question,
But we'll dig a clue either it simply flays to us or continues distancing far away .
We're redirected by our successes if not failures,life isn't myth after all.
  Jan 2016 Allan Marisamhuka jr
aar505n
I don't know what I want in this world.
I don't know what is worthwhile on this Earth that can make me smile.

It keeps spinning
And I keep turning over in my mind -
Does mankind even know what it wants?
Are we in love or just bored?
Filling up time before we're buried,
Chasing our tails and tales of how to live.
Tired of this town - strive to leave before it gets you down.
And when you leave you'll take the town with you and start again.

So the Earth keeps spinning.
And I stop smiling at what we think is worthwhile.
Because I don't know, maybe,
I don't want this world.
Waking up feeling fresh and disenchanted with the human condition
(Also I feel like I could add to this so it's a possible rough draft)
This is a sport l never known.
Your heart;
Tells you to quit this
far.
I had mounted on eagle's
wings.
I never anticipated that
my high would
End up in inevitable nose ***.
Tears stream down.
All those suicide sacrifices,
Along the way l lost so much
And were replaced
By no other than one.
To be in disreputable belongings,
I worry much as l still
carefree,
But you left a wound in my
heart.
Notes (optional)
Confusion parading through my mind.
Word had been always of elders.
I can easily be gone for entirely.
It's nolonger possible to stay,
Where poverty is the order of myself.
I hope one dawn,
It shall be over,
And come back home.
The sea is calm tonight,
    The sky is clear,
        And the moon lies fair.
           The world glimes,
Still,in sun's absence.
Come to the window,
Sweet is in the night air!
Where the moon meets the land;
        It will be almost dawn.
       For the world seems
          To lie before us
      Like a land of dreams.
  Aug 2015 Allan Marisamhuka jr
ryn
I'm poring over your words...
Sophistication beyond compare
I can only savour in gulps
Such fantastic fare

•••••

Your stars are sculpted out of porcelain
Whilst mine, white washed vinyl
Your haloed moon, commands immediate attention
Mine only hovers...
As elliptical paint over stencil

Oceans of yours brim full
Catching the shards from the noon day sun
When mine suffer from receding tides
Turning into stagnant estuaries
where water hardly runs

Myriad views from snow swept mountains
You paint perfect with delicate pairings
Stuck with a view from a porthole
Sometimes all I see,
are the vast expanses of tumultuous endings

•••••

Still poring over all of your words
They all weigh much
but soar like feathers on birds
Artform fit for gods beyond compare
Drowning in the magic...
Of your incredible fare
For all you writers; new and old! Thank you for your words!
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