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I know my days on earth are few,
I will die soon,

I have no heart issues,
I have no canser ,
Not even any terminal disease,
But I will die soon,

I know I am indebted to all of the people,
All my friends,
All my enemies,
Everybody,
But I am sorry that I am going to die soon.

It will not be suicide,
I will not be accident ,
It will not be poisoning ,
I just know I will die soon.

For I know in a count of three,
Or two
Or one thousands of years lies my coarpse ,
I will die soon.

But not before I see my son marry,
Not before my wife see our last born girl get a husband,
Not before my hair lost,
All will come then when bonus come I will celebrate and die.

I know I will soon die,
I am sorry  but soon I am going to die
Will never surrender
No matter what comes my way!!!
I will say one word in my coffin,
"I achieved a lot,
Even if I failed,
A million chances ,
I met one of my goal,
Talking to the world"
Will that not be an achievement?
No?
That's your answer,
NOT MINE.
I love reading
but I find weeds in all I read,
I uproot some,
I leave some to grow with the reads
sometimes I hate what I read,
but still I read them anyway.
at times I like them,
but though rarely ,I stop immediately,
beautiful are all the reads,
beautiful are writer's,
but the weeds!?!
if you love God you say Amen
you will pass all huddles and never hurt,
you will succeed and never struggle,
you will achieve yet never stole,
a big amen guarantees all that
Fear of the unknown,
Talking to friends of my own
Robots or people? Not known.
Just fears unknown!

I met on the internet,
The first day I got to the net,
I always check poems they knit,
Beautiful and networked in the net.
Just fears over internet.

If they were people to cement
They would comment,
In fact they would compliment,
Or just pick a sentence to implement.
But they keep their content.

I am also the type,
After finishing my swipe,
I close the taps and hipe
Hoping for tomorrow for a new snippet
Just in case I be the type.
If I can just dial success,
If I could text success,
If I could peep success ,
I could do it a millions of times,
Until it responds .
How I need it,
How I feel for it!
Nkt!
But I can't ,I just hope.
  Feb 2017 Kirui Frank Junior
Mona
A tap dance, on the borderline of the inevitable,
Hoping for a new kind of mutation to break the spell,
Speaking in a foreign tongue with controversial thoughts,
Maybe if I give in to the free fall, the pattern will fall as well.

The world is cursed with a slumber that drinks their souls,
And eats at their instincts of right and wrong,
Apparitions clutching customs they've made in the dead of night,
Oh but it's bright morning in their native tongues.

Clinking glasses with liquids more volatile than their brains,
I'm at the same table trying to dodge their dripping DNA,
Nodding my head when they say sanity is south of dreaming,
And agreeing to make an appointment with the future on Monday.

Somehow I'm in pause, tripping into a glitch in time,
Where am I? Staring at a tailored form of acceptance,
It's ice cold, stale colors, mildly pleasant curt nods,
I gasp for blackness, just anything with which I can make sense.

Maybe if I stare so hard at the ceiling I could see the sky,
And if I daydream too much I could hold the upper hand,
I close my eyes, I leave the railing, and I do give in,
But too early they're open again,
and things are no longer under my command.
"I find it kinda funny, and I find it kinda sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying, are the best I've ever had." - Tears For Fears
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