As slow jam shatters
at the heart of Nairobi
staring gently at the sunset
those luminescence amber sheds
hues of a missed whisper
searching for stories to narrate
as if stars were standing ordained
Inside the jungle of aliveness

As the city hums psalms so diverse
beating the ever chilled drums
melodies that disintegrate noise
those that music penetrates and contests
in the shades of a stained glass
where octaves ape each other
as if a clown so so drowned

As the night-lifers awake in haste
inward processing is a forever
sat at the zone of introversion
as those dreams embrace in zest
rocking as the locals sway merged
merrier and encased in my remedies
making circles and arches end on end
within the reformed reforms that overlap

Whispering....... “ It will always be like this... calmed inside introversion. If you let loneliness ****, it will succumb the light and suffocate. Be true to yourself and never beg at the throne of the devil’s gate wanting to be a mirror of an illusion; seeking for redemption”

Turn around as the moments pause
as fullstops escape a rooted fool
watching the admiration melt
those words that flow to silence
from a ****** to the verified meanders
every time now and again the bitter taste
acclimatise the altitude of my brains
far beyond any bearable responses
of the tiny tiny teases and leases

The rope is stricken in handheld tickets
roaring as the rocket of emotions pocket
sirens picket setting the rotten resistance
one that is quieter than the quiet quoted
as the phrases evaporate in misty clouds
remnants of sweetness decant unknown
the pace slows and the taste envenom
painting the blues in a pungent smile

As the skies square in perfection
some egos are wiped by a storm
A scent of love forever meander
as my eyes follow your pastels
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Let me hunger and thirst at our table
Caressing the gentle breeze of summer
Kissing the utter, priming the matters
Lead me martyr to the shiny grail
where promises are lifelong mists

Let free flow thunder scare the fears
Show me how to root aliveness
racing the twine,mending the torn
For an eternal stroll on valleys strong
where love speaks and rules in truce
as the hymns of adoration and trust   hum

As the moon square in perfection
some egos flow with torrential rain
As my eyes wander to lock on yours
gazing, racing, saying all there is
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Love sings it’s sour tastes memories
sonnets that dull in anticipation
declarations of the unturned stones
heavy as iced iron, unresolved and uncut

I wish I could love a soul so justly
hold it as a tendered render...unconditioned
like I connect to the nature untold
like I connect to the roaring rivers
making love to the mighty wonders
dallying on the Savannah grasses
embraced by the silky paths of green

I wish I could trust a soul so justly
hold the unknown without reservations
like I let go from cliff to cliff on a zip line
like I deter gravity from scouring the scars
as I love the form of life,a passionate affair
and how the sun rises and densely falls
erupting the very essence within me

Love sings it’s sweeter tastes of present
sonnets that rouse in anticipation
declarations of the unturned stones
heaving to glorious appeased ramifications

Imperative perception
It was all far fetched, a time when I searched myself in others
No one can ever give me the moment of clarity and serenity
An eternity of peace within oneself, an embody of higher self
This place of ultimate truth and surreal objectification
A reflection of timeless lapses, the laps of completeness
The storms were a taboo, the recurrent flying unquietness
The un-resolving trips and flares of unpolarised magnetic currents
The escape to pristine moments, prestige throughs and peaks
A vision from the drowning sea, me sinking in the whirlpool
I mirrored my own reflection to yours, my 'I' to "you", your 'I" to "me"

Melodious Creeks
The moment called now is my only lullaby I can hear
A whisper so harmonised and crystallised deep in the seabed
A candle light of moment of truth in a rotating crystal ball
The chaos in the jungle have escaped to the peaks of the mountain
Uninformed lands with uniformed pebbles, the shattered glasses
Demons that stood ***** as they pierced and taunted a being

Why did it take so long?**
Lets go the springs and streams of pain, the unending past
It's not a feeling, or logic, its a way of human existence
An entwinement of anthems embellished with peace

Presentiment
***** the barred barricades for me to see your pastures
I can feel the darkness that embodies your soul and mind
A thunder in the unending jungle, jiggling in kingdoms
Reject my sharp vision, I cry your tears as you do mine
I stare at your blur as you submerge in the deep waters
The blackening tunnels with no escape reject my eyes
The icy layers squeezing to escape in your sorrows
The narrowed aisles have become the only island you cruise
The trajectory of our blood realigned in our future sins

Found self?
Listen to the strings adjoining in the basements of the cliffs
The line balancing on the centrifugal pump as it impels to shrouds

Of choices?
Predetermination and judgment of other as I lost a piece of my time
In this territory, I stand at the borderline of my devotion in battle
Holding my rifle and connecting to life and all; me a solider of love
Parading in the landscapes of inhibitions and thought processes
A soul I hold is my only liberation to live fully and autonomously
Eyes wide open, mouth wide ajar as we rise and survive doing our best!

In Vietnam life was alive
I thought I met him
at the gates of the circus
with his Australian flavors
and Czech paints of a praise

I was realigning to wake
from the deep sleep and ache
from a long age of akashic tapes
and energies were everywhere
mystic mysteries, auras symmetries

It's as if he were to arouse an age
with stories of a very long past
an ago where old souls bid to meet
his anima would breathe the very life
and words would light streets ahead

In Vietnam life was alive
and he flew me with psychic stories
of how his life would be ordained
though the life path seemed afar
I shall remember the wind he brought

I open the window as often does
as the bronzy blinds fall on the sill
the sun still hiding under the clouds
At 0809 simmers of its hope pride
riding through the cases of my soul
calling on the winter brimming sun rays
lighted with love and pure remedy of life
dreams come to glare with kaleidoscopes hues
rainbows of chakras aligning deeply
as the gaze follows on, two suns stands
halos of two celestial giants bright as ever
one follows on the other, smiling on
Is Planet X closely approaching earth?
those sequence of the Nibiru cataclysm
conspiracies of eventual near miss
or collisions of the Sumerian mythology
presently pulling shifts on the flat earth
ever questioning the mass extinctions
and all the hidden truths as we snooze in routines

Stained unborn at a midnight birth
as dark elopes to depths unknown
scraping the hold on and hold ups
rooted at the loath of a waning moon
coated with love inside the bony trail
blushing to the aged soul that quest
resting on the shine that warms and drowns
like a titanic embarking on seasoned seas
flavoured in a breeze of forever
beauty of life and nature shades pureness
shimmering an essence of aliveness
the conquest of oneness within awakes
and when the clouded days fade
laughter spin and dreams seek
life becomes a supreme possibility
of amazement and adventures
life becomes a highway of unsaved lullabies
where a stare is a momentum of scare
spares of alternate crying, flying, prying
blues and tribulations always get better
summing existence to a worthwhile measure

Hail the Northern trench
filled with finesse and nests
bore of beauty and wonders
mists of bold and flooded folds
no gold to fix on tables premier
just molded plentiful mischieve
raiding from shore to shore
parading from island to Island
as they hold a beautiful damsel
elegant but daring and fairing

Hail the Southern trench
filled with tonnes of gold
bore of abundance and riches
flowing with enormous generosity
the widowed prince never lacking
accoladed with titles and mantles
will he find her worthy of love
as she is escorted on raided forests
made with trees and frosted peaks
as the rattling breeze fade in silence*

to be continued.......

The call centre chap calls
day in and out finding
that soonest excuse
to hold on the day
and sail some greetings

He would ask about my day
and if I am feeling okay
the most strange fleeting
of flatter and flirtatious hills
It’s an absurd daunted mill

His voice I would hear in the morn
and just before the dusk settles
Ohh how he said he loves my voice
and my existence is his concern
with withheld numbers and utters

Yet, I never ever ask anything
I show no concern or interest
that sort of art is a moment away
like a moody absent rose I appear
Not guessing, dreaming or wanting

As dreams of another slips away
I remain the centre of my games
As preys approach erected fences
The blinded windows become unspoken
Soon he will give way and walk away

Lay as the rain tears it’s way
In trenches drenched eternally
As the waters draw sequences
Pat the dreams of April showers
Gently mesh on the downing dew
Resting on the daring ventures
Textures of the enduring greys
eyes patched with persistent blues
Let the fire burn to a summer day
Simmering it’s light on a bloom
A blossom of the drooling *****
Leading to the winter starry lens
Black towers of the night draw close
Flickering with a drowsy tamed sheen
Reflecting the loony daring moon
Water remains a confession eye
A mirror that stays and revises

There was a time that I was unfilled
searched and dropped in an ocean*
in the deep water the last hope lost
bombs exploded and shells bursted
the whole of me was decanted
a remnant that seems muted
but one that's alive and lasting

There was a time that I was waiting
to be seen, loved, deserved and adored
like the lentil sat in the water to sprout
and the state withered, lowly swallowed
the brokenness of it ached, stakes gone
the bets were a loss drained on the grounds
as the escalator crept it's way up

There is moment in the present day
where the awoken me is a desire
a goal to believe within my depths
touching the instincts and procures
not hurt and not wanting to believe
neither relying on the adoration to sate
*as the state of lone licked all the tears

Savasana is a calm state
in the midst of quietness
all passes away always
like a forever in reverse
Its a state of a corpse
where body meets earth
shoulder kiss the ground
and breath rises above all
Its a reward to the motor
tendering and weeding
giving growth an embrace
It's a handshake I long for
after the crafting and trying
the twisted boats, aeroplanes
lizards, cobras and sphinx
a remedy from warrior stances
and the table tops and doggies
to the wonderful cats and cows
It's a gateway to Pratyahara
the very bridge that connects
the fibres of inside and outside

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

I stumbled on you behind the zipper
It’s not a tripper but a ripper
Looking through your eyes can you see me peep
Looking through the veil can you hear me lick
Looking from above can you hear me sip
On the golden lips can you hear that teach
On the frozen tip can you taste the heat

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

(Swahili)
Ni mwangaza unawika
Ni mawimbi yanatunza
Munda huyu umefika
Ni mapenzi yanawika
Na mvua umepita
Na kutunza haya matunda
Kuyaweka kwa tumaini

(English translation)
The bright light is burning
The storms are mesmerising
Now the time has come
And love is calling out loud
The rain is passed and gone
And the seeds are to be sowed
feverently placed in peace

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

I stumbled on you behind the zipper
It’s not a tripper but a ripper
Looking through your eyes can you see me peep
Looking through the veil can you hear me lick
Looking from above can you hear me sip
On the golden lips can you hear that teach
On the frozen tip can you taste the heat

Dicky dicky dicky
Licky licky licky
Tick tick tick

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I want to tell you a story of the rainbow
that faded on the rays of the sun stroke
ohh the ground that I walked all the way
torrential rains on the side of the river bed
eroding all there is over all that is ever was

They see, see numbers sinking  
inside the tray of the memory
fixtures of the broken marbles
overshadowed by the cardinal

I want to walk you in the green forest range
that ever rising vocal lullaby mileage
of love and true redemption certainly
the harvest a triage of unlost path
eroding all there is over all that is ever was

They see, see numbers sinking  
inside the tray of the memory
fixtures of the broken marbles
overshadowed by the cardinal

Somedays I wrote words
but letters slipped away
lost beyond my grip
reaching and fetching

Somedays I wrote words
then shoved them away
uncased under the bed
searching and vexing

Somedays I wrote words
letting emotions prevail
as the cord strangled  
levelling and curling

Somedays I wrote words
presented with numbers
joints of joy and peace
trespassing and pleading

Somedays I wrote words
as a moniker hiding phases
a face on my lost arms
materialising, internalising

Somedays I wrote words
of a deep reflective past
and a sickening existence
passing days, pressing mazes

Today I don't want to hide
neither compartmentalise
nor capitalise the future
It's all the now, the me

As the skies square in perfection
some egos are wiped by a storm
A scent of love forever meander
as my eyes follow your pastels
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Let me hunger and thirst at our table
Caressing the gentle breeze of summer
Kissing the utter, priming the matters
Lead me martyr to the shiny grail
where promises are lifelong mists

Let free flow thunder scare the fears
Show me how to root aliveness
racing the twine,mending the torn
For an eternal stroll on valleys strong
where love speaks and rules in truce
as the hymns of adoration and trust   hum

As the moon square in perfection
some egos flow with torrential rain
As my eyes wander to lock on yours
gazing, racing, saying all there is
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Power to the people
Power to the people

You can put ice in the fire
Melt the water to your empire
You can conquer undiscovered
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging
You can put moon on the horizon
With the mercury and uranium
You can control the titanium
Bomb the earth soil into tartars
But you’ll never touch the current
Of the oceans that are raging

Power to the people
Power to the people

Big brother is in your bed
Fornicating, replicating
On the picture you are taking
Socializing with your shadow
On the drone zone mitigating
The debauchery of the century
On the high street no mercies
The butcher of the children
On the thunder of tomorrow
The harvest of their blood
Replicating, fornicating

Power to the people
Power to the people

No peace signs on the windows
enslaved to the tick tocks
in eruptions of the melt down
more resistance to the parties
as gunshots cause collision
In restrictions and confinement
The FEMA camps and martial art
of eugenics anti-populace
covered inside the media
stricken corporation
No peace signs on the windows

Fire power to the people
Fire power to the people

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The dawn has woken to its pleasure
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no sun to sing a gentle warmth
Just layers and crusts of frosts meddle
Rambling with cold and fine intentions
Same as yesterday and day before
There is no wind to ****** any sense
Just  shatters of thin ice and frozen peddles
Mumbling a worded imposition
Same as yesterday and day before
Ohh, the moon has cased its gesture
Just right at the socketed loony disposition
Same as yesterday and day before
The dawn has woken to its pleasure

At the table where stones were cut
I bled with rivers of blood, oozing
destroying the earth beneath my feet
I signed and replies ruled,flowing
as the roaring groaning gowned

Seemly, overlooking spatial glow
like an untamable word it ruled
with fists and haunted hits that roll
to the very grave of Mrs Crawley
right at the entrance of a cathedral

Love is just a foolish affair of lust
as you give the vampires your feast
such a list of empires to vile sires
taking, mating, making, hating
in foolish mazes of mere lost lies

At a window where light overlooks
the revelation that has been said
at the cobblestone path taken
by the very hand of the inner self
tranced by the ridiculous gesture

At the torrent winds of heartbeats
waiting for bubbles of affliction
and all the socialized inflections
tenses affections of timeless ridicule
memorized in tounges of exceptions

Petals of the unknown boiled the clouds
flourishing in a gasolene bubbly smoke
lavishing in a contextual melody of good
the lures, those silences of push and pull
trails of the lost signals and flashes of null
the then that became a forgotten tragedy
the now when love twists its curl on a crux
it's all a delusion, a death of an abandoned body
that time when the table was set with love
straws lighted to try and make a heart happy
mercies of dedication and that invested time
tending to the home growns and the late nights
trims of tight, that lost gaze of the lost mercies
standing on the salty stone set to melt, an arrest
as rotten shatters rest on the barren grounds

There was the barren land
on soils ready and fresh
to make love to the bones
inside a stew that loathe
boiling to a place of peace
this palace of contentement
where all the walk is done
and the wrongs undone
sometimes pride is accorded
recorded on the unforgiven
vinyls of the paradisical scent
of beginning and self assurance
as the sun chases its warmth
right to the core of my very heart
the fineness felt is a mystery
blowm inside the breezy lux
in miles within millions strings
stranded in a unification force
bonding the unbound in love
rolling the tears to milled moulds
where rumbles of the unburied
lay in echoes of deemed silence

A void of emotional loneliness
inside the empty glasses of pain
seared in mere shudders of anger
the shatters of depressive sound

It's a birth of many experiences
closed off between the ledges
within compactification feelings
suppressed in ill-suited stimulus

The hypnosis of unknown days
married by illiterate experiences
above the complexes of linear
meaning and the flashbacks of self

It's a void of the unconsciousness
planting the senseless needs
over and under, over again
solving riddles, of past emotions

Ten years in a fenced cage under the Nile
restrained from the dense of the fish
raided in eventful motions and constraints*
disused from the beautiful living existence
miles of glories and hails of mysteries
the waters swallowed and the hollows
borrowed cries and ails of gloomy sails
green flashes, trances minced and hissed
transpiring the intuitive caskets of energy
the fanning rotor roared harder and wider
further down beyond the extension of being
colluding, protruding deeper and within
cutting lateral slices of time and space
matting the unknown on disused walls
where illegible and delible oaths lays
hidden on rocks and cracks by crooks
As we sat invisible, affixed... telling tales
*Ten years now unfenced, flying over the Nile

I have travelled and dodged the bullets
dragged the leaded knees on casted iron
covered with clay on my bear bosoms*
felt your depth in my search ohh my love
and as I lay caressing your feet unhurriedly  
I feast in your unknown moistured touch
tongue on tongue preaching gospels unheard
travelling on transverse unmet peregrinations
hoping to thread at the core where we adjoin
learning again how to heave against the gradient
on paralleled transgressions exploring propagations
breaking walls and decoding the remissions
delegating preliminary positions to submission
feverish ardour of anticipation and langour
*I long for you sweet valentine, comeby on board

The yacht rest at the sail of ails
flowing through the eastward rails
where Ophelia scare is a wicked frail
sweeping remnants of an eroded fail
upon the trenches of the unseen trials
holding a crystal ball, citing dreams
dragging phantoms inside tomb scares
covered by the limit of the stormy sears
inside the cagy offenses in lonely pairs
burning in fiercely lightened fire-patch
where the smoky wind hides in a hatch
sewing signs of the end upon the latch
as the sun shines on a mountain's watch*
the nature calls and the songbirds awake
telling tale of a harvest and seasons of ale
where celebrations are a festival of praise
of laughter and melodies of ******* rale
upon the waters where the fishermen size
evaluating the worth of their rightful seize
inside the nets of worth where darkness lite
*beyond strength of the tuned rhythmic price

See that woman taken by the wind
blown in the skies without a lover
nor promises to uncover her darkness
her nights are covered by the moon
As it wanes she wades on her bed
caressed in a lonely love affair of own
arrested in an unbearable burn of lust
stressed by blowing ******* of unwon
she tries to chase the butterfly in the dark
as the glow promises the line of lovers
her laughter is an echoey paste aced
See that woman taken by the winds

*Hold her hand and just chase her

She rose from the dead
Claiming the red cases
those keys that heed hate
and bleed the hateful fate

She captured and locked gates
behind a fenced hell circle
where portions are affixed
and souls are trapped in control

She is strangled and wrangled
past the norm,existence zones
inside the spirals of the lost moon
where demons lie and litter ties

She is as strong as the Zion tribe
a lioness with a majestic touch
that propels and tunnels courage
In an afterbirth of the untied ...praises strolls

Islets of a many lets venting
cuts inside tented lightening
Of ghosts that rent with zest
Fading in and out as injusticed
On the path of lonely strokes
above the unseen finds and tides
The very many divergent corners
Of hearts painted with uncare
Rotten on acres of reality sink
above manners of the uncare
On field of an imagination trip
where I need to juggle young
Under the millions stars and starts
the change tracks and rotten traps
as the seconds on the clock ticks
as the steam rises above the reefs
Of an advent and beautific ripples

On the mirror view, just at the side of the lane
The rain is falling, the rain is falling
I hear thunderstorms arise inside my iris
As they flow where the river bends
Upon the trees where mystery rest
On the mirror view, just at the side of the lane

Show me how the river flows
Show me how the water longs
To rest beside your breath
Show me how the water strokes

In the city blocks, all nations rocks
The rain is falling, the rain is falling
Sirens struck, as traffic strikes
As flocks surmount into a resign
Upon tall tower blocks holding hands
On the mirror view, just at the side of the lane

Show me how the river flows
Show me how the water longs
To rest beside your breath
*Show me how the water strokes

Inspiration flows from the veins
reigns where once there were
dynasties, a destiny and the mystery
roads of the unhidden remissions

On the bed of roses, lies the beauty
a shine of unspotted fading gestures
Tilted metaphoric of synched moments
strolling on the myth of an autumn day

The glow of a heart that lights oceans
shimmering the waves of bluey strokes
those glistering movements of the untold
harvesting the arise of the siren responses

Smile lovely one, show the shimmer burn
like a fierce cupid aiming the toward arrows
of parallel sequences of the hot and the fire
the flame of unhidden kindles and twinkles

As the Caledonian pines unwind on a terrain
willed on the essence of a tantalizing dance
the echoes and the heckles of burnt seals
astounding the strength of another length

Last night, the time stopped and I ceased
sat on a log of peace minced in ventures
of lessons and visions, reasons and treasons
as the clock struck and the lock was undone

On the fervent course of roads walked before
as voices and hymns mashed within the storm
building mansions upon the diffused seasons
where life remains unbroken by bonded souls

Let sleep erode the ground
Rest in its leisurely pleasure
bosomed and entwined

If I whispered over the miles?
would you hear the resonance?
sprinkled with sense of gesture

Let the night overcome the day
Rest in the autumn set suprise
blossomed and entwined

As the skies square in perfection
some egos are wiped by a storm
A scent of love forever meander
as my eyes follow your pastels
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

Let me hunger and thirst at our table
Caressing the gentle breeze of summer
Kissing the utter, priming the matters
Lead me martyr to the shiny grail
where promises are lifelong mists
the forever frills of soulful laughter

Let a free flow thunder scare the fears
Showing me how to root aliveness
racing the twine,mending the torn
For an eternal stroll on valleys strong
where love speaks and rules in truce
as the hymns of adoration and trust hum

As the moon square in perfection
some egos flow with torrential rain
As my eyes wander to lock on yours
gazing, racing, saying all there is
guided by truthful rights and heights
hand in hand, tag on tag, eyes arise

**** you emotions,
go and wear the beige coat
then vanish in the blue skies

**** you emotions,
let me wear the red dress
adorned with lust and plenty

**** you emotions,
I resent the melancholy taste
as I try to pace up the edge

**** you emotions,
I love life and it's pleasantries
but loneliness is a shrug on my back

The night dwelled in the caves like it normally does and it was ushered to light by the sunrise. The guide of a new day all together. The snores that stimulated the lonely night bombarded the room from one corner to another and each sleeper took to their own effect.Each on their own shores of normality and cruising on own contentment. In another lifetime, it was all different and the questioning was limited and unknown to itself.

Yet here I am again, as the clouds jest in the figurine blues; majestically glowing with unchangeable hues.It's as if I were a volcano, restructuring the layers of craters awaiting another destruction and explosion. Flowing down to spaces and areas where my open gesture is unwelcome. Somedays the existence of everyday living is empty and with haunted memories. These little secret snippets that play around on and on and on.

Do we chose to exist and get lost? or Do we chose to be free and feel the pain? The lessons in life are of the past, yet they embellish our current present. We can only take them as traded moments to make ourselves better human being. I know so well how it feels to be with people but alone, confined in the closets of self. The very aspect of being open to life is liberating and it provides us with faith and a hope to be better people in this existence.For if we chose to be blind we reject the abundance of life to manifest.

When the energetic feel is active it can lead to a holistic imbalance. This can be detrimental to an individual overall health and wellbeing. To be in that empathetic space where you feel every nuance of negativity and every web of the positive connectivity can be a hard space to exist.It's like floating inside a bubble permanent shade with ebbs and flows of association and disassociation intermittently.

There are a lot of people in the world trying to balance their emotional state. It's never an easy journey to discriminate negative energies especially when one is overly sensitive to the effects of 'feel' itself. Here are five points that always help with dealing with an emotional rollercoaster:

1. Take heart and acknowledge what you are feeling. It is important to have that self-awareness of the feeling itself and the emotions it is generating e.g sadness, anger, pain etc.

2. Take a reflective journey and identify what the trigger of the emotive state is. Is it something triggered through your own emotions or is it from an external factor.

3. Radiate back to the heart as all other emotions apart from LOVE are negative emotions. Draw back to the positivity of the emotion and remind yourself that it is just a passing moment.It is important to acknowledge how and why you feel the way you do.

4. Try and bring yourself back to the present moment and create a positive reality that will help you deal with the effects of the negative moments. You can speak to a close friend, engage in activities or even meditate. Always remember that the emotion does not define you.

5. Lastly, once you have snapped back from the emotion, always learn from it. It is very important to be reflective of the lessons learnt from the emotion as it makes you deal with future negative feelings. Learning from the emotion/ feeling can also help you identify red flags in the development of future self.

In the solemn silence of a night
insomnia sets and hold a hand
tears flow into a torrential waterfall
memories erode and load eventfully

Bitter drops, the emotional elope
enveloped to the uncollected past
one that pats with no relieve and closure
such a long, lonely and unspent night

The gut perforates and intuition collates
Yet it's time to leave the ship and it's heat
reform to seed, form to proceed
as the emotion tangles and rumbles

The core of  within and without
Where sums of all rule the trades
Pressing each of the passing wind
To sounds of a prolific harmony

My heart rises at the melody switch
Where after a flutter, the matter fix
reaching to restore the fueled crux
To forms of an ecstatic tuned melody

The core of within and without
Where all the unknowns are unsung
Panting on motorized highways
To mouths of folded tale and tragedy

My heart still praises in your anchor
Where safety sails to the depths
Reaching the cliffs on the coral bay
To trenches as a calm whisper to an ally

Imbued by the fountain of elixir
where beauty beacons and lease
giving life and half full joy
old schools, some new fews
bring all the passing tales
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

Infused in the condensed vapours
eased into the trodden thoughts
never to reoffend the lessons
and their glowing seasons
those that burn right deep inside
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

Men of all sorts leave truths aside
beside the chances they promise
takes and tales of hidden tastes
Pastes of fading secrets secreted
In croons and hooks of all dares
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

Never can the time grow old
neither the beating heart faint
nor the raving rain can hide
in a ride so serene and restorative
in a thousand known records
Lest we forget the life we tell
Lest we regret the love that fell

My heart is closed and latched
It's never broody neither dreamy
Some days I know it will never
smell the roses of lust and love
or bury under the feisty seas

When the sun sets and its rays rest
stinging the core of my starry eyes
the visions of yesterday just poison
settling in an abyss of volcanic ash
the smell of another is a lost rhyme

When the moon bestows it's crown
time passes as a burning mad mass
counting all the lost years, one by one
falling effortlessly in scars of betrayal
and echoes of the gone skylines

I tried to find the words
some structure and form
but they rush in hush
meandering corridors
awaiting a sacrifice

No one ever knows here
so we arouse in robotic form
souls in distaste harbouring
meandering never wondering
as curiosity jumps off windows

I tried to find my heart
some love, fortune and laughter
but they rush in hush
pacing the lost destinies
awaiting a revision

Seasons come and goes, as rains perforates
Over the thunder and torrential
creeps
abounding a thousand miles and paths
variable stories of the lost in life and love

She found him until the old age struck
now she is lost in the dark gloomy rooms
enclosed in foreign memories and melodies
of when the lights faded and ceased

I found her clipping all stricken wings
footing the floating broken nest
uncontent to move from how it was
enclosed and supposedly destroyed

She sells true love and its mystery
Ohh how I never believe in fairlytales
Or go to the strange places where it hides
Is it true that love can be so special?

He leads me to dreamscapes of fairlytale
where he showers me at the rock of paradise
with brimful whispers of passion and lust

He is unforgettable in hues and form
though his picture is faded and erased
still we fly and kiss on eventful skies

He is unlovable and elusively curious
the way he comouflages on shaven grass
shielded and parallel in the tinge of a glow

He amuses the sand dunes as they gather
Yet it's him that speaketh like I does
The dearly one in fear of love and adventure

Strange birds roaming in grime
aligned to the ghosted tribes
sensualised in sensibility rites
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
in a petty embellished unheard world
of lathered tenders and searches
tamed and tanned, turned and timed
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strange birds roaming in grime
on remnants of all there ever was
unloved in circus of undone pasts
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
evolved in an enlightenment trance
in hallways with all the little ghosts
Stroked and shocked, shamed and shunned
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strange birds roaming in grime
on a heart where no love exists
lying tethered fields of the other side  
transcribed to the ugly and pretty
whilst perfectly creating a symphony
of all the beauty that lives and exists
wrapped and warped, wounded and wasted
in invisible cracks of enstranged seams

Strings sharpen the plane of my words
Psalms heaves as the knife cut my words
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

Once I locked the heart within a flame
Turns and meanders of the fearless and lame
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

Angels whispers of the undue fortunes
As tears billow in the depths of the tunes
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

The rhythm cuts me in halves under troughs
Diced under the authority of dragons
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

Here I am once again, overturned all latches
Words once again over unfaded skins
These blades shall never hurt me anymore
These blades are the weapon of the unsuffered

The Port Lincoln with a headed green
reminds of all the vanished love songs
tires of doom and cages of hope
some days the rawness cascaded
burning my sole with remnant matters
in a lovely world where we aspired
with fixed attires that truly perspired

At the heart of this desert bloom
where nothingness claims attention
at the hand of the sunken gloomy sun
which prevails the dry land it scorches
unveiling all the buried emotional cases
of utter regret and unknown possibilities

At the heart of the desert bloom
where the rain fades inside the sandy dunes
casting the breeze to the barren land
with unconcern perils and derailment
unveiling all the buried emotional cases
of utter regret and unknown possibilities

At the heart of a desert bloom
on the silvery aligned amber bridge
overlooking the stratified red rocks
where guanos and snakes rest and arrest
appeasing and hissing the untold secrets

At the heart of the desert bloom
on a mounted grill of unmovable waters
lying meters deep, overlaid by the patch
patterned with blackness and debris
as a heavenly breeze whispers of beginnings

At the heart of the desert bloom
where the past was long laid and cast
painted at the end of a two year past
of prolific and demonic disengagement
on passageways where all there is moves on

There is a rock with a red gush
At the fountain of the desert heart
It calls me by name, ohh the tainted one
Ohh dry those tears lovely one
and it burns like hot ash in a fantasy land
and all it's grace a volcanic mass
to start again on the rooted ground
Ohh dry those tears lovely one

There is a child within a lonely heart
At the certain clock of the desert hurt
It calls me by name, ohh the tainted one
Ohh dry those tears lovely one
and it burns like hot ash in a fantasy land
and all it's grace a volcanic mass
to start again on the rooted ground
Ohh dry those tears lovely one

I am older and wiser
drawn all the found lines
end on end, time after time
flooring all the disguises
that were lost and found

I am older and wiser
carved from gullible limestones
the gems that are bigger than life
end on end, time after time
flooring all the disguises
that were found and lost

The times that I found a way
pointed stars and caved moons
The time that I hit the ground
end on end, time after time
scratching the glazed surfaces
that were found and lost

The times that I lost all paths
daunted darks and dreaded starts
The time I soared to the skies
end on end, time after time
dreaming of that past life
that was found and lost

The templars took the cross
and made it a religion rose
a psychological overseen dome
of acquiesce and admiration

What if there weren't any slaves?
only mercenaries who craved
for power and a subservience rave
across the vast seas and distances

We trace the Omlec race in Americans
way before Colombus leaped his strides
as they left scented archeological remnants
of basalt and granite sculptured rights

The templars took the cross
and created glorified corded bonds
aesthetically covered with an overseer
of utter deceit and embellished conmanship

Never did I belong in this patch
the hatch of lies and misconception
where ice covers all there ever was
where maps are painted, never was
the touch of grenades and bombs
as tombs and gravestones stomps

Never did I belong in this patch
the coded identity, the spirit implosion
where ice covers all there ever was
where the hyperbola sits ever alive
on the mouth of the North Pole
as distance lands remains unreachable

Never did I belong on this patch
the production zone of slave machines
where we labour and bore workers
where institutions are unfunctional
feeding loneliness to the masses slowly
as the truth remains covered inside ice sheets

I breathe once again, under the blanket
when I write half words, half terms
on the bed I make love to myself
touching every curve as I flow
under the melody, the apple of me

I breathe giving my best,keeping traces
when I write half words, half terms
affixed to the posts as white flags
of surrender and meandering forevers
under the melody, the apple of me

I breath rising up again, feeding vultures
when I write half words, half terms
in deeper papers thrown in ocean floors
where sharks sails and penguins tilts
under the melody, the apple of me

I breath at last on the rights of the heavens
when I write half words, half terms
hiding the phrases that races,the poetic pace
feeling the wonders of rightenouness
under the melody, the apple of me