B4 I go 2 bed
B4 I sleep 2day
B4 I dream 2night
I have 2 ask God
2 bless you b4 2moro
2 guard you 4rom you enemies
2 give you the wishes of your heart.
Blessed nyt
Jnr.

Happy happy happy
Happy happy happy
Happy valentines
Happy happy happy
Happy happy happy
Happy valentines
Dear lovers
.

Lovely
          Whispers
                           Are
                                 Those
                                            From
          ­                                           We
                                                 Know
                                                   As
                                             Lovely.
I am about to complete research
On love matters
And for the little I got now
love affairs are not cheap
They are more complicate
Than human know.
The best love,
Is known by the birds.
Human can get tired loving
But
True love shall still last forever.

The concentric circles
Of two within one
described by colours
And the colours have meaning
The outer circle shaded red
those who build the world located hear
They are poor
They work day in day out
They make a living out of sweat
Most have many children
Most uneducated
Most die of hunger
They do unpropotional kind of work
They work a lot but paid less
Success is imagination

The inner is yellow
This describes the better ones
They are intermediaries
They speak for the few
They give given orders
They earn
They are settled but still most are not happy
They still strive to impress their bosses

The innermost belong to the few
The tycoons and multimillionaires
The earn but do not work
They formulate orders to favor
They hate local and like abroad
They speak in tongues
For others to interprete
Their shade is green
They have years to die
They import doctors
They inspire in ****
These are the few,
They have their say
And they must be heard!

Live is not fair
On earth someone struggles to make ends meet
While the other struggles to frustrate the more
The stinky rich
Controls the world
Even if they are educationally down
Their money speak louder
Their stories spread like fire over dry grass
They are of joy...
I will still believe in this concentric circle and unearth even better stories .

One,
Of no importance I am
"This poor chap"
They said
"To no point,'this' has no future "
They stressed.
I kept to myself and did what I could
My replies were cheap
They gave me no oxygen
They gave no friendship
They have me no time.
I kept to myself and did what i could .

Two.
Out of my slumber
The star of success I met
The key to passing an exam
The key to winning over great people
How crazy I turned
I cannot tell
Teachers became my best
Great people their tail
they mocked of my tender age
Harrasing me and saying
"Boi,go tell mwalimu"
I kept to myself and did what I could

Three.
Secret admirers
No open points to meet
Just silence and feeling the love commotions
respect and joy began to grow
People started hiding their nature
A fake sight of happiness and involving
Fake attention and forced smiles
In one way I feel them but held back by some force
I felt alone though
And could brush myself over twigs on my way
Pleasure in comparable
Moved by my own words
Having a shocking stand
Guided by my own signs
Greater a move I felt
But still,
I kept to myself and did what I could.

Four.
Thinking big
Planning great
Openness and suprises
"How great can this man be"
They wondered
Full trust from all
Young and old
Respect and joy
Carefully planning my steps
"How could I be such?''
I could ask myself
Fear of loss and doubts of my nature
Firm decision and standing ideas
How great at my 24?
My aims bigger that biggest×
More than most×
But still not the best.
I am keeping to myself and doing what I can.

For love,he puts on a forced gait
So he moves into her beautiful gate
Sure to him to have their first date
He peddled hard but arrived late
Hoping for the best,He never knew his fate
Sure enough,she had to wait
For she died to see her new mate
Who happened to place the wrong bait
Therefore all molested into a big hate.

Machines describe the current world
And people are turning machines
They no longer feel
They just do as per their own commands
They use their lone thoughts
They process both good and bad
They are headed for hell
They no longer have love
They are no longer sorry
They no longer have understanding
Human are no longer humane
They work on grudges
*** for that is their game
Garbage in garbage out is their key
Old men waste girls
Young boys are used by grandmothers
The world is dominated by senseless individuals
Who still are careless
I wonder if alone I see this !!!
Let us come back to ourselves people
Let's search humanity
And
Perhaps a better future shall stand