Come pick thy left pieces
For my brain still counts memories
Go behind my eyes
For thy shadow shines like flash light
Fetch my hanging appetite
The ulcers are feeding on your aroma
A glassful of your lip twists
For my thirst dines on flu
Take the slopping path
My heart waited longer than patience
Can i envy your smile
Its seen by many not me alone
I wish to color your dreams
With a range of roasted apples
If you tasted like wine
You could be the chained bottle to my wrist

I come to your camouflage
In your pretence I coexist
As you see through my chest
I see through your smile.
You want me thou you don't
Am yours off your knowledge
We meet in my dreams
You live in my thoughts
You dine in my feelings.

You come close but far aside
Tend to laugh to the ends of blushing
I could whistle your name in capitals
The much as dancing to your heart beat

I rest in your sight
See me through my veins
Call to my attention
My cold blood against your warm
I tip toe while I watch you
Walk chest high like a modeling cook
Slice those moves meet me up
Our favorite spot I call heavens
A place you and I met but you've never reached
My dwelling place of touch
You run there whole day

She wants too but doesn't know how?
She wishes too but knows not when?
She was desperate but lashes at wishes!
She meant to but fears for another choice*
She longs but the latter is better than the former;
She can but the future is blind in gesture than action
She will if Grace permits but her thoughts holds her capture
If she doesn't rush she'll capture
#MTB

Yesterday I was married
When the church bells rang
It was the usual Alleluia, but my heart had sunk in joy
Give me the candle I may light the rest.
And now am a prince of love.
My bride is still single, but she has married me now
She said yes, and I fell for her again
I placed a kiss to her finger, as they all clapped.
She returned to me with the man she loved
For she loved me most; but loved him more
I now don’t know that I knew
For she was slapped away by her memories
Her veil so wet and ironed in softness
Come by am yours ….i sang to quietness.
I was married to her dream at the counter
I gave her kiss to the beer, as I massaged her conscious
She hanged me through the bottle and sloped to the belly
She then went far away to the distance of my laps
I waved to her as she lay on my shoulder; and absent,
I wasn’t there at all but am here, as she says I was in
Am now gone and too far that am still here
My beards as heavy as my worries
My smile as broad as my future
I smell you come back, nearly gone afar back
Down down the streams of I will be there.

Its me between you against me in you, to  your holding tight in sighment let the stars watch us and the moon glow away.
Am past the front of you deep in the oracle for your heart
Be not breathless am taking you with me.
Say it to my ears let me know you need my stay, then strongly I will hit the york of thy temple.
Let me rest within my found home, here I work for ages to mine. I dine on flesh straight up in hours, the willows & billows of the kind music

I sat back with a high chest from my desk to the chair, there i swagg from a wheels to the unfolder.
My immediate dream was to down my great bottle of this Royal Circle
There i pondered about our country sorry "our beloved Pearl of Africa" then i saw it run from its citizens claiming they are not fair. It said; who looketh for peace among the starving with guns and powder of injur, who massageth my thirsty throat with aclub of salt.
I nay in dislussion, my heart went hopping and skipping while my country narrated, i have lived before them and so shall i when they are gone, i fed their ancestors though worried to feed the future.
Then i interrupted in dismay, why cant you do something in laughter my country chuckled with hiccups, you are learnt but naive i offer you nature you offer me plastic and plant landminds as i carry guilt to murdering than my ability in shelter and food providence, the more you love the paper i count my days to live stronger in the name of investment you slaughter me especially you who knows but delights to do nothing.....
Then my eyes went pale and eemembered "people in my country make history by destruction"
It said to me; your thoughts are right as i gazed to a thirc party when i discussed with Mr Uganda.
You are all lazy carrying crosses but heading the wrong way. You are treated as bustards in your own homes by scavengers that get plenty of paper from you and reward you peanuts.
One minute i felt i could cry,for i knew the victims and thought would share but Mr Ug sang...#Bagala alina - genda okole. When your there you will learn more third party spoke through but we are in irony; worry not for selves he said for you live but how about those to come- i possed after asking a bunch of questions then he answered me well. Just like you i got more questions than answers.....do you owe your country or it owes you

#Watch out for what my country answered next

Our lives are under a circle of changes
In our boldness we persevere many things, shame on those who dispute resolve in public their personal affairs, our call in life is to be famous but rather fame of positivity and great inspiration.
A great kiss restores fundamental memories for it digs through the roots of the heart.
But those who live to please are carried on like a flying paper over petty winds of smoching goodies whereas the die hards know the pinnacle in the hunt.
Be meek and spy eyed to sieve and not be sieved in deceit.
When you love to change positively, you live to grow positively, in our journeys the start point is the destination but many destroy their paths in light of never return instead of having cleaned green their paths that on return their traces pave way.
Good shall always pay you well though even bad has got a price. The ditches you live in life are those you will find dug by others for you.
Run a race of tactical peace amidst wars of the sheeped wolves.