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Karma was child from a humble family whose dream had a spoonful of wishes. She never thought of a hen sitting on her plate for lunch until her body shaped to capture the focus of the community.
Her and hard work were inseparable, and motivation sparked from her deeds. This was short lived by blindfolds of moments. She then landed in a ditch of blessings which surpassed her baring as paper made solutions to all her faults and soonest laziness took her for a companion.
Yes, she had completely forgotten her path neither could she trace her background, for looks bought her a ticket to a lifestyle and rather failed to resist becoming stingy.
She learnt not the meaning of love for it carried no sense, and the she needed not to learn of true love, oh how could she for to her it was a monster that stole opportunities.
The caterpillar she was grew into a butterfly one seen by many and so touched by those whose hands could afford the beautiful colours of its petals. Souls fell apart over the turned beauty of the wings that went toxic. The meal that went bad before the harvest of a promised yield.
The love to taste of the night shinning sun evolved many to empty pockets and others to bundles of regret to disease and misfortune. It wasn’t her making nor desire, it was the glory of Gods carvings that alerted those near and far to come eco and share of visibility of a living being stationed as nature.
This beauty scorched mens eyes day in and day out as she melted souls and flowers faded in the sun. she glowed on gentle pockets, never invested any seeds for a tomorrow. Time wasn’t her ally, it brought a change in season as the clouds ushered in rain sprouted new and better yields that out competed the market of the former.
Clouds shrinked and a dark tomorrow was born, the wine tasted more bitter than old wine in a new bottle. Then the veterans got and adopted new medals at the cost of the old fades of the butterfly contests.
What was left was a story tale with a bunch of little and innocent ferries whose direction was unfolded but hope set from a single ray through the thickest forest.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
Roses are red
But it is pink
All round wrapped in Vee
Speaks in foks of tides.
I come to pick thee
To travel afar
A journey long and tough
I sweat with it for it.
Up i go
Down i flip
Sighs of help
I own the all
Doom for darkness
Winks of joy.
Take me far
The future sighted
Draw me out
Am back in time
I ***** and grimp
The ocean flows.
Wrap the roses by the Vee
Sweat and turn as you dive
Far as deep i cool the blood
Past the jungle
I lay in rest.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 4:20 AM UTC
I have a Calvary of thoughts
As I fable with words in my mouth
I least not know when to say them
Water me up so I may cool
The journey has one route
Her say is a map to follow
Make I know what I got
A spaceship of joy and torment of absentia
What wonders I live to tell
Of munchies and a taste of long reserved grapes of wine served by a tower of her lips
Such a mountain to climb up in faith such a slope in ride back in victory
Make I temper you
Sweet sensations of algorithm
The algebra of feelings
The dance of dolphins in a cocktail beauty
A sip of yes to no of yesterday
Power me in slices
I cough sighs of gold and myrrh
Your my winning score, the coin and charm and lux over my chariot
Down the pendulum I slumber captive of my morrow
herdsmanofprogress
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 2:38 AM UTC