We woke up again, the clouds are the same
We rouse again, the soil on the earth is the same
When the night draws we lock and dream
When the day storms we exist as labour machines

A laughter is just a flight of a moment
made of straws that wither and burn
On the summer it glows and shows
In the winter it faints and hides
awaiting the cycle of redemption

Happiness is forever, a fulfilment
the contextual locked in filaments
When the sun strokes it matches
In the coldness it dances proud
It is ever present and sustaining

Sorrow is a transient melancholy
A thunder strike that disables all
In the warmth of the day it cries
It unfolds like a starving toddler
A disabling concept that lives and dies

Loneliness is a key to happiness
A journey of self awareness and love
It taunts like a recurrent cancer
It screams until lessons are echoed
with infinite possibilities locked to self

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

Let's go inside the vast seas
The depths of a gory yesterday
It pierces with undiluted questions
A pestering, such a continental drag
virtual pondering and remissions
Let it drown through currented waves

Let it collapse inside the dungeon
The darkness of grouping grills
The burning and frequent night chills
A ******, the convienient injustice
Ritualistic happenings and missions
Let it fade in the unseen tunnels

Let it sail with the titanic ship
The ripple of calming broken hearts
The undone meanings and circumstance
Shattered chances, the unplanned farewell
Mutual derailment, downs, loniliness
Let it drown in the dense lost shores

Let life be the stream it want to be
flowing in zero miles a hour
taking a spontaneous ride
to where the soul prefers to rest

Let life fly where it want to soar
upbraided, defenselessly free
up in the dense clouded skies
with no reform, unrolled, cleansed

Let life be the summit of itself
filled with love and laughter
at the expense of unspent darkness
unfrozen in the heap of a rumble

The melody of the strings of life*
a substitution for the institution
take my arm, let it reach a far
in creativity and sensitivity
beats bouncing the zombies
from the graves of impotency
created by mundane manipulation
mutilations of the happiness we long
as we capture the tides of everyday

The harmony of the universal love
screaming with a tantalizing mission
a remission from the decay of the society
sugar coated with lengthy dices of lies
then iced with laces of illusionary secretions
tis' me who embrace the skin you wear
as we seek a new phase of revolution
solutions that are delusional and waking
*rising through ever dense curved valley

The silent strike of a summer breeze
escapes the night of corrupt signage
Supine modes of concrete repose
as men of ages corrupt and distract
Upon the mist of the morning dew
where a new day contrasts another
and the meaning to all of this uncovers
On blocks of melodies, locks of promises
as memory mocks and knocks maximises
Life takes turn on the unseen bends
and the obstacles become comforts
like dreams so attainable but deniable
like a river stream with a peaceful flow
cleared of storms and eventful rage
holding on the beauty of this life
where skies light and sparkle existence
and the true love within sing melodies
filled with laughter and abundance
of the unseen mystery in the human form

(Excited and inspired by existence, self love and all the beauty that humanity shines through)

Feel the chains change in me tonight
Condense me to evaporate in want
The long of a bounce to another world
Light the fire to burn deep and fervour

A belly roasts in repetitive embers flushes
Hearts tied connate as the essence flashes
A tangle ribboned to last after the dawn
Testify as our sparks infinitely ignite dances

Titaniums of our tectonic plates merge motions
A convergence entwined in bordered emotions
Link me in the convections of transformations
Conversations of a lasting warm benevolence

Paradisiacal chum of a past in resonance
A photographic collection of a lived long life
Unwrap the snare, unwind the erased tapes
Lay back as we hide away behind the moonlight

The world revolves and I can't hold it’s pace
neither roll around the unending cycles
may be it is the grey hues polluting my growth
or this age that is fiercely catching up with me

The sun rises and there I lay watching it rays
numbed, unwanted, determined and yet focused
such days I just wish for a lover's touch
I long for that unending lullaby uncorrupt

Sometimes the silence in the pain cascades
It trickles in droplets settling on the morning dew
and I wish to follow its pace, lay in the calm want
be carefree and unrestrained from emotions

I wish I could feel the rhythm of another heart
declare the green sheen of the unfolding leaves
as we lay counting the stars and making starts
laughing aimlessly as the joy surfaces unearthed

But all I see is the hurt of what love bears
the ones who held my soul close are strangers
unable to feel my innate palpable rhythms
fading on and on to a distanced and unmerged shore

She is preserved at the greenery
fading inside the floating yellows
her mellow as the sun set strikes
face wondering on the future mirror

She longs to encase inside her cocoon
unhurt the pain pierced in her ribcage
the spent morrow of blunt perceptions
wavering the chronic deserted day

She is alone in a world of within
without the touch of the yester clouds*
the tremor of her upset is unreliable
watering the chronic ail she donned

She feels the crystal pain on the dial
rails of entrust and forgotten tense
the troubles of the self sacrifice travellers
trespassing ***** gates of wired shield

She knows when her well is overfilled
finding a self that can embrace life
the compromised placid meanders
flowing the alive esse of a today

She moans of eons undignified
trying to excavate her sinking soul
the one that made her feel like she
revealing the reality of her unusual peace

She jumps like a seasonal seesaw
illusions parading the absolute truce
a muse of delicate authentic flavours
transversing the idealised time and space

She knows herself best when isolated
when the moon sinks and the night draw
when vagaries explode in the chaotic skies
*when the pearl starry sun stares in her iris

Love is a bitter taboo
with feelings that fool
storms that can rule
with overdue flukes

Love is a bitter taboo
with emotive beats
thunders that can pull
the two bitter hearts

Love is a bitter taboo
with tunes of kisses
bloomed and set to wither
with the onset of winter

Love is a bitter taboo
a motion circus of rounds
the laughter and tears
of the sunk crowned souls

Love is a bitter taboo
it gives twirls on the floor
as one starts to dance
on the platform of mourn

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

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

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10w40
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3 in 1
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Exotic Graphite
As exotic as graphite is, it does a good job by providing a long lasting lubrication. It repels water too! It’s cheaper that the rest and it extends life. It makes a proper logic economically. You pay less but get more!

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Does that make you more ambivalent?... ;0)

Anticlimax lubricant  ambivalence has reached it’s ******.
Armed downhill by the rusted adjusted shielded knight.
Pasted in exquisite oil, no distaste or aftertaste.
Dunked in abluent..........Dented but affluent!

The mind engaged in logic
I can barely see
My days sudden bursts
I can rarely breath
The flight of the air
Carries me through
The panic and dire
Soothes my blues

It’s the lurch
Of a flip
It’s not lunch
But a trip

Those piano notes
Cascades my blues
A remedy to inspire
I died a thousand times
When I missed him so
The baggage I build
Grazing on those grounds
******* to fly again

It’s the lurch
Of a flip
It’s not lunch
But a trip

Ferry me through
Carry me  through
For I need a train
And a carriage
One for me
One for you
One for us
One for all

The lurch
Unlatched
The trip
Unflipped
Lets all have lunch. Huh?

In a caged room surrounded by mourn
faced by the art I drew and painted
skewed in a sullen moody brew*
drowning in the remedy of beauty

On the cliff, clipped of untraced wings
rated by the lifelong abandonment
sent free by the unlived blurred visions
fondling the melodies of the unfounded

Inside a class of the pessimist, frowned at
Summerly scented lavender cases the rain
burnt under the burdening traffic
of smoke, lurk, afflictions, delusions

Outside the forest chasing waterfalls
submerged in the weakening infernos
isolated inside the gust of wintery winds
*sipping tea and seducing mere boredom

People live everyday
casing sirens of the past
piling a sequenced future
finding love that responds

People live everyday
jollying of the eventualities
forecasting the unseen pastures
surpassing pain and it's entities

Since a toddler I died
a death so painful and suppressing
in dark tunnels with flashing lights
beckoning me to walk on thorny paths

On those young years
a death that tortured the flesh for so long
striking spirit , piking, mimicking
strolling the soul , peaking,panicking

These days I don't even exist
I wake up a slave and merry in limits
wondering what they found on earth
hunting and making exits here and there

We met and killed a lot of time
Filling the hollows that we bore
Stars illuminating on dense fields
Braveness of the unshakable bricks

Moved seats across as we shift space
Sifting veins of the millisecond zones
The fingers of the clock tick and flick
The noses milked, squeezed tickles

A weaved tangle, the drawn fizzles
Unbridled and bottled even cases
Tormented 'cancers' ruling the mazes
A concern of indifference capture tides

A highway farewell, the rounded kiss
Bemused music, contemplation narrowed
The misunderstood steam boil in vapour
A massive endorsement of fumes cut the cord.

I.
Ngozi yangu ni nyekundu
Choka wanaochukua kama mfuo
Bila ushunda na heshima
Waichezea kama kikapu cha samaki

I.
My exotic melenated skin is dark
Pasted with chalks that crease in mist
The world that sails with no justice and politeness
A sifted clan put in a basket like the unwanted fish

II.
Wainukia hii fedha, kwani sina mkopo
Hizi ndamu nyekundu zalia pilipili
Kwa uchungu umeomwangwa duniani
Haya si maneno ya sifa wala ya hatari

II.
Don’t smell at this treasure, for I have no debt
The bloods that pour in crimson and burn in hot pepper
The pain streamed from faces, a tainted worldly existence
Let these words not be seen as a praise and neither a threat

III.
Binadamu ulimwenguni wakifu
Kama mfalme mwenye hana taji
Umoja madada, pamoja makaka
Mkono tushikane kwa usawa, mdogo mdogo

III.
Humanity is a concept weft from the universal strains in cobalt abstracts
Lost in illusion like a king who is prided by invisible crowns
Together sisters, brothers, daughters and sons
Hold hands, spread the love in a united mesh, little by little

The world is mine to adorn
to fit tightly on it's sleeves
to sit justly on its leaves
as it swings in merry go rounds

The world is mine to view
to slice and unwind at it's feet
to love my own heart alone
as they swing in merry go rounds

The world seemingly can't change
people creep to find it's use
whilst other speed and abuse
as we all swing in merry go rounds

The world has taught me nothing
yet it I can learn something in it
to be free, fearless and dutiful
to escape from its pawns and cons

I met the devil at his table
and it's true what they say
He wears Prada and makes a toast
We got drunken, the liquor flowed
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are the slaves of time

I met the devil at his table
and I don't doubt his mist
of sour recognition of time
We just merried, but as seconds coiled
at the heart of his table
I don't need no permission
to read all his missions

Children are crying
and there is a heeded war
Our money is worthless
watch the banks as they sink
as we are slaves of time

Wake up, Wake up
Take up, Take up
Rise up, Rise up
the battle is yours

At the streams of the midnight dreams
sorrows of lonely souls were arrowed
to bleed the course of turbulent rivers
to breed in the unseen spaces of hope
on aisles where moon burns the sun
and the rays streams beautiful pain
of euphoric breeze and fitful blush
Insides the clouded bed in the skies
the ecstasy of hair strokes and strums
drums that haunt and roll their hunt
as the light shows up in the darkest
scenes of fed smiles and created kisses  
At the dreams of the midnight streams

Helicopter in the air
Searching for those on the run
Holding the greenness of shattered glass
A tight embrace of the natural beauty

A rock tied to mine locks
Padlocked as I creep the stairway of life
Evolution of flames and fallacies
A sly that promises no tears

Compelled to paste the puzzle together
A locomotion of pieces to a system
Never to be afraid of who we are
United uniqueness to be the ones of a kind

Are we the loyal dogs who bark by the rivers?
Waiting for the tides to wash us away
Singing as the sun reflects beautiful ways
The tales of a long ago uncovers my soul

Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own

I hear the black bird sing
such a vague song of resonance
moving far beyond the island
abandoned meteors
explorable demeanour
the unsolvable perimeter
permeable centimeters
such a rant on a cold winter

Just another moment of anticipation
just another minute I need to call my own

I sense the herd of the sheep flock
such a surmountable collusion
moving up the high mountains
applauded exposure
explainable composure
the simultaneous apprehension
such a rant o a cold winter

Patterned patents of black and white,
Stripes in vertical lines, swirls encircled
One point view and paths within a maze
Weary of single sided mirrored reality?

Look through my eyes, see elongated pupil
Let me be your mirror of a surreal reality
Where birds squint and fleet, feel and squeeze
Catch the breath and inhale the beauty

See the colored landscape of the universe
Walk on the aisles lighted with magnificence
Float in intermittent dimensional zones
Touch the peace within the chaotic world

For there was a time my mind and logic raced
Crazed with fear and delusional love cages
Fade in the wonder, bounce to enlightment
Pounce to freedom, be the wave of the essence

Communication technology recognition

Reformation in monopoly contortions

Feel the attuned tunes from satellites

Setting light like an antenna televised

Usher prolific hologram vised in vision

Bid manipulation bye to new world neon’s

Motivation from free thought movement

Commendations cemented in another time-zone

Complement to comment for extra terrestrials

Electrical vibrations moving from wired modems  

Floating up above the skies, a heaven end  

All life become a past tense lie, come lie

A dead fantasy for the oars ain’t tacky

The most surreal reality, the stability, an ability

Congeniality, this is an alien evasion, adaptability

Figure a boxer on the ring, trenching victory

An agility the accessibility to the victorious flag

Tracing admissible tunes, planking in a cool challenge

The heroic and not hectic hologram check the angiogram

Its not a diagram, but a radiant heart an earthy soul

Am a do anything, buffing myself to do anything

Ain’t a deal rocking the crowd in crazy clouds

Breaking the underground like a Fujita F Scale tornado

Ronaldo tormenting the ball in a field with F clef societal

Social control and orders, tormenting the ****** to extraordinaire, an extradite

Streaming live make you believe like you can live for real

Stratifications, ****** classes and sewn mobility

Chasing dreams in the winds deeply wheeled in a well

Be well as we sink  so deep to seek and hold the dense

The essence of the whirlwind, it’s a seep through static

This rollercoaster an aspiration to inspire then perspire

Ever higher, from the root to crown charkra, a tantra

Annata,the ascending holographic magnetic hero

Tuning visions to dreamers and travellers

Hold my hand as we sink underneath the stratums

No sputum, just headphones.... a culture, it’s the new age soul

Do you ever wake up in the morning?
and smell the darkness in your way
Do you ever now tell me my friend?
and the rain showers your path

Can you see it from your side of the wall?
the well of the aftermath
Can you see it from the depths of your mine?
the swell of the mourning glow

Do you ever step on the rotating rock?
and swirl with it's effects
Do you ever now tell me my friend?
and the shadow spins your day

Can you see it from your side of the wall?
the well of the aftermath
Can you see it from the depths of your mine?
the swell of the mourning glow

At first, it was a pleasant adventure
but the trainer is not that easy on me
I swear I must be some kind of a ******
who is proportionally unfocussed
and over-processing unidirectionally
should I just stand like a marching frog?
and leap where the primal instinct leads me
or punch like a perfectionist in a constant orbit

At last, it is something that I need to stick to
but the trainer is not that easy on me
I swear  the strength within will gather
and awake the deadened practical sense
to some Phoenix that cyclically degenerates  
punching those pads in a total disarray
with strength, persistence and sleek control
until it all sets in my mind, soul and body

I look at your work and see
an array of strokes in-between
The smiles and tears that piles
Isolated brushes in small rooms

I peep on your life and portraits
On the aisles of temptation and love
The misery of the human formations
Inside a three dimensional canvas

I think of you from symbolism realism
On the island where nature was proud
Landscapes of greenish violet spoke
Soaked romantic tinges in spiky pokes

I see your blue lonely bubble episodes
On the earth's doleful daunted pasture
Culminates of gloom, isolation suicide
Dark and blue composite of blindness

I love the painted roses of orange tosses
On the eve where mistresses and lovers
Speak accents of lust with naked bodies
Paraded games of the heart captured on ice

I seek your open mind and astuteness
On the soil of Africa celebrating souls
Dancing at the rhythm of the drum beats
Shaping,hunting,pacing, tracing, painting

I like the way you wandered and hoped
On the excitement of something a new
When cubism of browny monochrome
Shaded neutrals in fragmented collages

I long to figure you out and your gems
On that dynamic cased experimentation
Crystal periods of pipes, guitars and glass
The passion that brought you riches and fame

I love to romantasise you Pablo Picasso
On my search you were a dreamer and a doer
Falled and failed, waited and won it all
From surrealism, abstraction to classical

My baby has taken a leave from me
My baby does not love me anymore
It's a worry the little notes on walls
It's the paperless kisses in the holes

My baby is just a long lost friend
My baby came to stormy realisations
It's a worry the trendy dreams jotted
It's the plain poetic dellusional tunes

My baby has a frown of grown horns
My baby vacated the walls of destiny
It's a lightening strike of the emotions
It's a collapse of the clouds we laid

My baby let this kiss lead to destiny
My baby let abundance ambulate
It's not what I really wanted to hear
It's decedent of the decanted time

Safe saved metaphors
All clear in third age
Forming tried foams
On the hallway of ties
The alleyways tiptoed
The only lifeline we hold
The ghost that loves me
It tickles my toes and glows
The massive shadowy face
The hanged erred earlobe
Yet it claimed me from birth
Dented in a cast ratted tribe
A reminder of evolvement
As I crawled to run away
It pulls in seductive destination
I shall never win this battle
I shall ever learn the meaning
A reevaluation of a patron
A tune of comfortness chaos
This ghost that claims me
It made me grieve and revealed
A long left pain of the lost
It made love to me on and on
The ghost that raised me
Shoot me from gravity to its era
It shall forever be the flavour

A friend under the strict moonlight
The sunken lifetime street light
A tape from door steps always taps
The unheard voice of allied laps

A friend above the raised song
Whose eyes can lay in low savannahs
A conversational flow of escape traps
Words unspoken, reserved, immersed

My friend on the haunted cell phone
Whose hammock of reclusion tents
Pegs of condition,bungees of freedom
A sacrificial religious preconditions ail

My friend, a reflection of a world another
Take this winter coat I shunned
One that wakes by the sunset
As it shows me not to be afraid of the world

My mind is my emotions
a linear construct of the two
merged in an smoky marriage

Logic is a product of feel
feel is a distill of analysis
an elope of consequence

When the day is bright
the bird sings, the mind steals
an ecstacy is so beautiful

When the night is dark
the moon is un-kissed
the blues drink the mourn

My mind is my emotions
a dichotomy of life and death
at the square of fire and calm

The dusk sets its hasty way
On the bricks and alleyways
where gypsies are endowed
smoking, trashing and fly tipping
Cursing, gossiping and fighting
and it all passes like an oasis
as a monster evades time
as the scorched leaves greet
after all those year and seasons
The tree by the window has grown
having seen misery and laughter
drunken nights and loving days
****** dates and eventual transitions
The burden of truth, it caught my eyes
Captured the barrenness of my soul
it thirsts for a far away distance
those reachable mountains of fortune
It hungers for an embrace full of life
outgrowing the space by the window
tearing the netted curtained screen
Every time I see the that tree
I giggle and then smile a little bit more
as if captured by an angelic love

The glitters sets a far
The globe is exploding
A stunning blow
Bended in spirals
Drenched in beats
Rhythmic rhymes

Farewell system
Endorse fine fun
I’ll walk you down
Layers of laid carpet
Twirls of paced night
Please say “Yes”, Do say “Yes”

Writing is a gesture that ties my pleasure
As people walk in and out after a search
For the luminescent touch of knowledge
And the manipulation they wear dares
To become the only monster they treasure
Myriads of erudition and contemplations
Of the human mind, of the human kind
Is it not the wisdom bestowed by academia?
The biased subjective assessments
The reduced objective indoctrination
The social constructions of the reality itself
Is it not the wisdom bestowed by academia?
Such a relative weighted in apollonian seams  
That makes doctors to treat ailments
That makes a judge to rule a deluded justice
That makes a teacher drill a curriculum
Is it not the wisdom bestowed by academia?
Which make us question creation
Which reduces the metaphysics to nothing
Which validates the seen and not unseen
They offered us schools, those glass rules
That brings scholars to warm the benches
Such cruel rues, after years of toil
And there is neither guarantee for jobs
Such a robbery, a dare of mere mockery
So watch those children, as they wear bags
And trek to school everyday, another dystopia
So watch those children, paraded and uniformed
And as their eyes are matted with a bright future
The reality of the future they hold is contrary
For loans will bear the apex of their ribcage
For jobs will become a rare commodity
Artificial robots and self-driven cars
Automated rackets and self-serving checkouts
The obsolete conquest of human labor
Shall time be the only resource we bear?
It’s eventual but ever so inevitable

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

Silent wind speak those fine words
chase freedom in the meander of a stream
in haste make a pace inside the forest reign
and I met him on a stroll of a Monday afternoon
on a time and land where we once stood
then we felt the contours of one's face
in melodies of what we once held before

Ohh Ohh It's never always black and blue these days
Ohh Ohh It's summer fountain in muse these days

Silent spills whispers the unbroken cord
Lace as his breath kiss and crochet
Rising through my bones and spinning skies
As we long to feel the warmth of each
And our hands entwine and adjoined to love
In peace the two heart caked forms
Talk in beats that trance inside my vein

Ohh Ohh It's never always black and blue these days
Ohh Ohh It's summer fountain in muse these days

Temperature rise in counts of tens
****** the fire in the tongue
Temperature rise in counts of tens
****** the fire in the tongue

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 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

Remind me where we met before
inside the forests of tender gifts
rendered truce and traced return

In dreams of lighted night harvests
on the reminence of an essence blend
where the rise of the sun was a mystery

I saw your smile at the unsat moor
decorated with a blotch of heather
by the meadow as the earth trembled

As your soul captured a blood of me
in a body not known by my gravity
but in a heart sweltered in eternity

When the world caves in
the mist rises and clouds evaporate
and the clarity of the day hides
in the smoky ever rising dew

At times this body revolves
anticlockwise on the centre piece
like a rollercoaster awaiting to explode
on and on until the nights kicks

The rhythm in my soul awash
tainting my body with specks
traps of dissolution and anger
until the day my heart arises

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

You are ******* amazing! Great to hear from you so soon! Even better to grasp a part of your humanly self. It’s ******* amazing! It makes me feel like a ******* human! All ****** up in this existence!

Of relationships
I sail in an electric and magical connection one that never radiates. The dreams we had are not impossible.... not plausible. Let me draw the graph for you. The pie charts aced in cycles….. an assortement on the menu. Yet with you, there is a need to sit on your wing and soar above the skies a high. A part of me wished and wished. I feel this place with you is not only a mind **** but a **** ****.  On humanly reality lets jump on the coyote and feel the essence and touch the dreams. Welcome to the memoirs of  my voidness and shitness.

Relationships **** with a responsibility and expectations we lay on another human being. Yet, I smell your scent and forget to sneeze.I drawn to you as a bee is to a pollen. You are wow, a soul that wakes the goddess. I am truly hooked to this journey you traced.... **** ME!

Of Consumption
Your consumption makes you look like a narcissist. That elongated padlock you hang on the door.What in the world makes you think that I can’t understand you? Yet when one meet another like one, life changes dramatically. A heightened feeling of belonging. I lay enchanted by the ecstatic energy that is  over and ever-rising ..... am I ****** up or what? I shine your light, our light.Are you an angel or just a sheep with the devil's eye?The universe happenings HUH!

Of you
Cry the ******* tears and never stop being you. You are you. There is no need of sugar coating or hiding your existence, your uniqueness. Masking your concrete and your vulnerabilities.Roll your **** and I will get soaked in mine, keep the sinking quarry to yourself. Root oneself as the ******* string evokes.

Of Pain... *******!
No one ever planned for the hurt..... it's **** and it's life. **** the ache…… embrace the joy of the universe. Life in it's intricacies is a mystery. Then I am like ****…. Society tells us that one needs to be owned but I reject that notion…. Totally. Thanks for the openness! The warmest escape and embrace by a stranger. Somedays my logic ticks and ticks, then the doubt preys. I question the stream of differences. We creep as we fill the lines..... love and transmute!

...So Long....
What am I doing here acting like a baby who needs ***** changing….. **** this typing Tourette’s.  ****! The warrior hearts will fight through. The love they found, the visions stormed, the wall and obstacles we face. Keep shining the light as if a heaven guardian. The love is in the patterns, the dreams.... Be sure that this love will be hidden in a sacred place! Get a grip because I will always ******* love you...... *******!

Just fly and *******,
J

Sensation, intuition, feeling, and thinking,
Is wrapped inside a ball,
A small pink ball inside our head,
That won't stop till we're dead,

Analytical bedrock inside oozing theories,
Elemental atoms sizzling logic,
The imaginative stranger,
One abstracted and eccentric,

Walking with shadows,
Talking and mocking,
Through these theories inside us,
Tilting our caps ‘til we’re shaking our heads,

Pensive love in storming analysis,
Sapiosexually excited, piqued interest,
Unemotional and thoughtfully attuned,
Absently minded, always condoned,

Unconventional and impartially stringed,
Weirdly wired in auxiliary functions,
Misconstrued and misunderstood,
An ****** intelligence bleeding paranoia,

Knocking unto me,
Into you, inside us all,
It’s something we all yearn to be,
And when you fail and prevail we laugh,

Crickling crickets thinking nothing,
Washing down the storm drain,
With no thoughts fluidly sliding down my throat,
Pop goes no questions into absolute concise words like freshly broken glass,

Again shadows await, but different shadows,
Blinking at me staring at you,
Wondering what’s what, inside this dementia made sense of a lovely afternoon,
Inside your sane, autocorrected, predetermined, twitching, little…mind.

Inspired by Myers Briggs Personality Test
Tyler is INTP... Logician  (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Perception)
The drifter, dreamer the absent minded professor!
SassyJ is INTJ... Architect  (Introverted INtuitive Thinking Judging)
The starry-eyed idealist manoeuvring life as if a giant chess board!

What Myer Briggs personality type are you?... See link below
It would be great to know.Please comment!!
http://www.16personalities.com/intp-personality

(G)
Life as a burden is decent
Treading in hatched up waterways
Swimming in the green brine ebbing tides
Drowned in emotive stances
A being intensified in rapid torrents
Ohh my…fickleness soaked in curiosity

(J)
Decent sounds pretty substantial
I lay acquainted to swampy lowlands
My footsteps have tasted salty waters
Stepped, wadding inside the muddy landscape
Inch by inch, halfway, fully submerged
Overloaded by the tide gasping for oxygen

(G)
Populaces catwalk with intellectual deficit
Footsteps bereft of creativity and eloquence
The grounds lay dry strangling the in-between
The desert begging to lose their sandy dry skin
The forest whispers with a revolt of transformation
The luscious green splash life sparking drones

(J)
Your analogy sways the natured array of trees
The inspiration stings the sun to radiate warmth
All patched in the blueness of bellowing skies
My lungs deflate even on intense inhalation
I tarmac on the passage of time, differently wired
Intermittently cyanosed in faded lived moments

(G)
For poetry and art scaffolds and shapes reality
It sparks life and eliminates the drone mentality
Artists arouse inspiration and boost human nature
It bridges the narrowing ledge of ( human diversity/ instead of/ diverse species)
It drives conversation and deepens basic pleasantries
Rotating notions, promoted to a present and active human

(J)
I object not, for human essence is essential
A foundation of humanity that inspires and frees
A deed that dips in the depth of a lush oasis
Most sunk and waving “a celebration of celebrities”
Falsified lionization, a control of master puppeteer
Amused by insight, the reciprocal contract of empathy

G= Graff1980
J=SassyJ

The fences erected with barbed wire
A wall translucent with hints of light
The pace of my heart outshines the dark
The blight of the society keeping us apart
As the sea sways from shore to shore
Reign forever my love, I lay my cards to care
It’s the light from the window reigniting hope


The stroll by the ocean is a memory I hold
We first kissed and sealed as the fairly ceased
The reality of the skies and earth encased us
We met and I became a hazard to myself
Your love pierces deeper than crystallized salt
My pupils elongates as I strive your depths
The reminiscence of the pebbled path as I reach


A foreigner to the notion of love, I stray
Yet, on my travels your loneliness haunts me
Reappear to show me the exhibit of love
Clouds uncovered there is no where to hide
Unshell the cage and let me suffuse your all
Obtuse, no lust or obsession possessing me
Resurrect the innate human scenery of true love

(B)
Cacophony vocal cords turned inside out
Folding back upon themselves in cruel creases
Vibrations resonating in strained harmonies
Against the dire fabric of my delirious oblivion

(J)
I stomp your echoes as they travel through light
Unleashing my fangs to sting your roaring mess
Frequencies lowered from baseline to internal signal
To form a wave at the quilted patch you weaved

(B)
Disregard all visualized fear firmly penetrating realms
Of thickening white-hot spirit a roiling boiling crucible
Inflamed fiery fleshly folds of terminated temptations
Drawing your musky draught drinking your toxic brew

(J)
Your sight announces epiphanies of me sinking deeper
A manhood you portray is my repatriation, prepare the shovel  
Ruin me I plead! Packet and send me down to my casket
You can't stitch me, I am twitching, itching, iced in sorrows

(B)
Clawing at the world, hissing, spitting my deep disdain
My every defense mumbling, crumbling into its derelict dust
Welcoming my inevitable defeat, my tattered, blood spattered
White flag flies, surrendering all to hail the conquering pain.

(J)
The flag waves in bloodied winds, you wing wading wounds
Trying to reach snowy mountainous top, the ascending sledge
We fall inverted bumping, exposing our cranium, posing in disgust
Hold this hawk talon scratch the earth, its the only hope you hold