Out of a thousand,
a million or as many as it could be,
1zillion,
a lone star fell from among
one foggy morning

Before the birds could whistle
Or the **** crows
she was jealously wishing on the love of the sun and the moon
though an eclipse they shared
Kinetic was it's name

For as a city set up on the hills,
their vibrations never failed by the second.

She was tired of being among the quo
she had space in her heart  
lots of desires,
emotionally craving.


So her art faded
& she fell into gravity and drown
deep depth into the oceans heart
like Jonah into the moving grave,
beyond were all treasures are kept because she envied none,
none but ORISHÀNLÀ 100001 beautiful heartbeat.

Where the first fire was made
the firer lakes is where she burns
just to fill ORISHÀNLÀ 100001 heart
as much as she care,
even forevermore.

She drown not envious of night or day for both needs the sun and moon to feel special,
but in her fire she is alone,
yet adorn.
for alone is where ORISHÀNLÀ 100001 is in all his fullness.

But her fire are words shuts up
in bones as pure literature,
a clay pottery waiting to be broken.
a will molded
her name is  Kenetic Zi
the truth & the will
A lover & beloved.

By the inspiration of ORUN-MÍ-LÀ
she sings her soul a new song daily
from same old pages
but she never ages.


An awe of mystic and mysteries.
as sharp as the double edge sword
Of Shakespeare & Burning spears,
cutting through her own skin
piece by piece neatly.  
just so she could burn up all ashes
she's the born-again Pheonix.