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This is another style of expression .

When I sleap ,like i am doing,
I see the sky ,
So far unreachable,
Yet again the ground is so hard to contain,
I just admit to the lose ,
That I am lost ,yet nobody can find me!

I am lost inside a small center
Exhaust fumes full off smoke
Sounds everywhere
Generators
Moto mobiles
Crying children
Talks and music
Fully confused...
I start counting...
One
Two
Three
Four...and so on
I tell you,less than four tycoons
Millionaires amidst hustlers
I know of them,
Humble backhrounds great achievement
Then how many are within here,
Thoughts alike?
Perhaps all of these people
Or alone I think of this !!!!
Society mixed up

Sometimes I wish
To live the eagle's life.
Full of light and sharp eyesight,
Upward over 600 meters
But still,sharp to locate a mole underground.
With speed and swifty,
Lightening as it strikes .
Devotion to risking,
Can pass trough a metal and die
Just aiming at the mole,
Powerful and strong,
Can cause currents,to storm stumbling blocks,
Moving them out of its way,
Success to pick grasses
If at all to miss the mole.

I am growing the eagle
And crazy i am,
I will pick a stone
If at all i miss Gold,
But i am aggressive
I will finally pick myself GOLD.

YOU CAN TOO LIKE MY STORY
be the next eagle,
Sharp eyesight you employ
See the opportunities, and try
If you miss them don't cry
If you get them don't die,
Grow stronger and fight harder
Pass through metal if you miss focus
Employ swift motion
Calculate more than a computer ,
Be risking,
One day,
YOU WILL GO HOME FULL OF SMILE.
I tell you.

Empty page
Full of innocence
Young ,fresh and tender
Yet you call them fools

Playing in soft clay
Running over muddy water
Happy in dirt
Young ,fresh and tender
Yet you call them fools

Mind ready to receive
Bad or good all the same
Mission accomplished,
The empty cells occupied,
But the sequence begins
The consequences of your teachings.
Young ,fresh and tender
Yet you call them fools.

When you feel I am about to write about you
And indeed I write about you
Like you felt I was to write about you
Then for real I wrote you story
You are abnormal,
Because you have an extra sense *****.
And I call it
Abnormality sense.

My dad is faithfull to me
He always pound ******* my girl
At first i felt so painful and o cried
He told me not to tell my mum
I was faithful;i kept quiet.
He always tell me that i am nice
And mostly feels good in my girl
I hope he will marry me
Because he loves me so much
I am only sixteen
And he takes me out in his car
Sometimes i don't go to school
Just to go out with him.
He tells me one day;
He will take me to nairobi for one week
I long for that day

Uncountable MEDALS I met in the past
Friends I thought were valuable
Were just to make a super thinking brain of my then mind
Now i am happy for them
They made me MEDALS that are real,
Only to be replaced.

Sometimes, times that count and are rare
I think,thoughts that are funny
Perhaps, and I always find it true
In my past i had more gold medals, but were useless
For in them,and I have proved,was vanity .
I used, and it was a strain,
All I had to plan a future that I saw
Lucrative though,had a survival sense,
Today,happy enough , all the bad gold gave room to my real MEDALS.
Fake friends die the smooth way

Love is a flame
Consuming two souls,And
Melting them to one
But
Only when it is real and true

Fake love is *****
Dusty and rusty
Boring and tiring
It is lengthy
That hours don't elapse
Days are months and months are years

True love is nice
Sweet and short
Everyday ends early
And every night is short
Years are months and months are days...days elapse like hours

I hate fake love

I love true love

But I do?
I do follow my heart

So,
"dear my heart lead me to whoever has true love"
Because to quench my thirst,
Clean is paramount.

All I need is love
But it is the true one that want to have
Let me feel thy sweetness
Make my heart be filled with happiness.
Conversing emotion
Keeping love in motion;
Vibrant hearts
Nothing hurts;
Clouds of love as huts
Without you, I'm going nuts.
If by any chance
To the rhythm of my heart, you cannot dance,
Please be true to me
And don't ever fool me,
Don't give my heart false hope
Give me some time to mope;
A piercing pain is what I'll feel
Hoping for the time when I will heal.

Flowing ink
Lovely on paper
On poems that speaks
Writer's emotions and feelings
Encompassing and pleasing
Reads that is blessing
Success in poetry i call.

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.

For you I send a flower
And
Please be up on the tower
For
It will be special
And
You will like it

I am past fourteen
I crushed for you when you were thirteen
I gave you reasons that were twelve
One covered that were eleven
For love ,I gave you ten
Of which now I met nine
Today I'm adding eight
For you told me you liked seven
I recall how you mumbled six
You had forgotten number five
Our love was four
I loved you in my form three
We were the only two
Who were meant to be one
.......................................
You accepted to be my only one
We were the best two
We walked around conners that were three
I mustered courage in my form four
I took one of your finger out of five
And placed a ring i bought on date six
Our passage summed to seven
I told you past midday at eight
Then smartly and jointly we walked at the dusk of nine
I dropped you outside your home at ten
And reached my home at eleven
I later called you at twelve
Please come home on February thirteen
That we celebrate valentines on fourteen.
For true is my love

Perhaps I need stop writing
For my writing elicit no emotion
For my writing has no meaning
I just have to put a full stop.

It's funny how I find myself
Only to realize I got lost many years ago
A star I saw
Within were a million stars
In them was one star furthest of all.
I closed my eyes,
And so the earth was changed
Dark and unending glories
Light and unending agonies
I saw big people
And amongst them a leader.
He was not good,
He was loved by all
Somewhat they loved something in him
Overgrown stomachs
Overflown accounts,
And bright faces....
I saw myself seated at a corner
In rags and begging...
I was tempted to ask a question
And sure I did,
"Are we on a fair world?"
It was amusing maybe,
They all laughed in tears
And in unity they answered me
"This world belong to a few,
And the rest are ment to serve them!"
My heart leapt in pain.
"I was," the rest"they talked about
Peanut salary,meagre income ...
Work incomparable
Worshiping the lords
Speaking their words
Dancing their song
Playing their rhythm!

I felt tired,
I wanted to open my eyes
But still I was held up

"Boy,keep hope,
One day,you will make it
Brag not,cry no more  ,
Keep faith and work your best,
You are going to make it."
The furthest star spoke!

I finally opened my eyes,
I found myself
I realized I was lost.

Give me a single chance
And my story will be different
I will use shakes Spears' language
And all shall bow for me

Give me a single chance,
And my story will be different
I will wear the jeans I left unwashed
It makes me look slender

Give me a single chance
And my story will be different
I will write my best handwriting
It will please your sight

Give me a single chance
And my story will be different
I will perform like never before
I know you will like it

.......

love me like I know love is good
love like I know love to be genuine
keep love like I believe it stand like rocks
for years that went ,for years that are and for years that come ,
don't hurt me because I know love don't hurt
keep love like I know love.

God is a God of fairness
When He gave out hobbies,
He never forgot me,
He gave me a hobby,
I am a crooked cigarette smoker.
I am a writer,
I am an athlete,
I am a reader,
I am a leader ,
I am a friend of writers.
Thank you God.

I am writing this to thank God,
Because he never made me a looser
I am a winner.

One request,
God make me a man of substance,
A man the world will see,
A man a world will respect!!!

God I thank you
You have protected me,
Your taking care of me,
I am save!!!!
You gave me security!
I am happy ,
You gave me happiness!
Thank you God.
You are my LOVE!

She went to her parents
And she forgot,
That behind she left me waiting!
The daily messaging
Went with her
my daily calls were forgotten
Her cute voice,full of real sweet
Went with her
My good morning messages
She forgot maybe
My true love she forgot as well
or she craves for me alike
And thinks like me,I forgot her
Can it be?
She knows why...
She is so silent
She hides behind the mountains
She went three days after the night we spent at my place
Leaving me begging for more
Asking the spirits to connect us.
To make her disturbed
And search for my soul...
For mine remains to 'google'
But the internet load slow
Yet I need the love of my heart .
Yet I need her by my side.
I avoid this feeling
And you know it
That she might have m.o.v.e.d o.n
I hate it,she cannot leave me
I take heart anyway.

Mere fore letter word punnish me,
Not a big deal to utter ,
But the reception pains....
No time,
No peace,
No anything ,
Just hate for love ,
Just pain for trust,
Just unkindness for patience and goodness...
I value not color,
Not size,
Not material ,
But charracter and appealing to the invisible
spirit and force...
I hate loving.
I will love no more.

Good morning everyone ?
Mrs Morning phrase
Who in dear concern
Of her pupils,
Came the first one every morning
To great us,
To share her last night dream
To make us think like analysts
Always reminding us how life was tough
And how we should respond and too,be tough
For she believed that
"Success belong to the tough only"
Those who persevere
Whose severe headache gave them strength to move on,
As she constantly said,
"Press on my kids ,when life turn hard,
Press even harder .
When things don't seem to happen,
Press again the hardest
Say all is well
See that all is well
And soon the wall shall weaken
The power of your hardworking
Shall pay you then,
And alright shall all be."
She talked like a mother
Perhaps she was one...
She was simple
She made great of my tender age
And guess what?
Her lessons thrives in me.
So call me hard
I always survive my challenges
Even those people believe,
Could be higher,invincible to me.
Pick something
Stir up somebody
And earn eternal wish of thankful heart
Like Mrs Morning .

What else?
Hope your day met you strong
That the wind torn not your shirt
That rain wet not your bedding
And happiness took control
Now you hold on
In the peace of mind and heart
But if in pieces
Recollect hope anyway
For this is earth
Full of spikes to keep you watch out
Full of false to keep you work for true
Full of fake to keep you search for genuine
Friends like traps
Turning wolves upon realising their goals
Leaving you heartbroken
But if you met today odd
Or good
Or fair
Call it a day
Know that better waits for tomorrow
Well,be set.
But before I leave you to sleep,
Have a wish
"GOODNIGHT"

Too many questions
Not a single person to answer
So
I keep them still.

Kirui Frank junior is thankful to Eliot,
The founder of this vast site
The pioneer of hellopoetry
The mentor and mother of both young and old
Gents and ladies who know little
About the vast field of poetry
I'm specifically thankful
For in this site,
I met a mother....a lecturer who cares
She corrects me and advice me
She whips me when I mess repetitively
Name withheld for good reason
Here I met old friends who proved real
I thank you
Rao
Quinfinn
Pradip.
Amongst many
I met agemates who proved real
I love you
You are many
I can't mention all of you
I met young people who proved good writers
I am happy for all of you.
Save for two pirates
Who betrayed themselves by sending mails
To dupe us
I am also happy for them,
For we get to learn from you...

In all of the mentioned
I love to share to the world
The feelings of my happiness
In the poems you post
From love
To hate
To days journals
To short orature
To songs
To puns
To short composition
To historic poems
And others
I learn from every piece
I like every piece
In all I see the beginner,the pioneer,the one and only Eliot.
And this honest thankful note be granted
Someday I will donate something better
To show my concern and heartfelt love.
Thank you again.

I stopped by the children playing,
The enjoyed their game so much,
It was nine halls on the earth,
Each filled with three gravels except two,
The two lied on the diagonal, and were named bank,
Turn taking in play was perfect ,
Every time before moving any gravel,
The counted halls ,
They showed delight when they won
They were disgraceful when they lost.

This brought me a lot of thoughts ,
Life is like a game,
Sometimes we win,
At times we loose ,
But since the children never stopped to play,
We do not have to stop living ,
We have to steer the wheel and keep going.

Life needs savings ,
So the children's game had a bank,
It needs strategy and skills,
That is why the children had to count  the holes before they play,
All these and more made my day,
I kept it for life,
And
I will use the gravel to educate.

The children were my teachers

i must be growing
day and night
because i am foolish evryday,
but
in different dimension everytime,,,,

Early before the **** crows
I woke up to sing,"grow"
Grow grow grow
Grow Kirui grow
Grow and be a doctor grow
Grow grow grow.
And my mother could spent time
Gazing at me..
Could it be spirits ?
She could ask but never did she!
I was tuned and steared
I knew nothing but my song
Grow grow grow.
The world has constantly made me go back sing.
Grow grow grow.
I sing to restore hope
To enrich my faith ..
Grow grow grow!

What a surprise
And from when did you survived
This sun eating my head
My shoes are boiling
The fatty legs are sweating
Who can command you?
For all I can do
To get a shed over my heating head
To set proper my behind
But still on a hot ground
Who can command you?
For my spine is wet
Drikles that make a tap
My T-shirt stink
Who can command you?
Anyway ...
You are mighty,sun
But soon,my command you shall accept.

home of love
only in heaven,
made for love,
evenly distributed.

I am air,invisible but in existence
I am a flower,nice but perishable
I am water ,colorless but important
I am a poet,many lines but mean
I am a frog,noisy but deep under water.
I am a...
I am a...

Body I am a butterfly
Only that I don't fly
I undergo metamorphosis
Under constant change and transformation
I grow day in day out
I was an egg
Then a boy,
Crawling like a caterpillar
I turned a butterfly
And beautified with lines
And phrases of poetry
I am a butterfly that can't fly.
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am a butterfly
Only that I don't fly
I undergo metamorphosis
Under constant change and transformation
I grow day in day out
I was an egg
Then a boy,
Crawling like a caterpillar
I turned a butterfly
And beautified with lines
And phrases of poetry
I am a butterfly that can't fly.

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

It is striking twelve
I'm still awake,
Reading,poems ,so sweet
I am lost
My emotion have carried me
I am in the forest
Fighting with the lions
The giraffes are playing
The elephants are friendly
I am lost
I am dancing with the spirits
They make me forget myself
The move so nice
The hymns are so good
The keyboard strokes are wonderful
I am lost
I am climbing mountains
I am skating on ice
I am doing everything when I read your poems
Each peace move my emotion
Each has a good place in me
The only problem
I'm forgoing sleep to read
I am lost
Lost and lost for real.

My old left
Yes, mine life is new
I am leading it my version
I worry why you mind my fashion
I'm not a Night runner
So why question my manner?
It may,yes frivolous
But I see it fabulous
Me to construct
Humble and instruct
A proud,and authoritative sight
I care not a slight
Not to say fright !
Because I am new
And my old left a day I forgot !