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May 18 · 23
Apocalypse
'''Apocalypse'''
Awakening my soul has been one of the toughest tasks i tried lately.
I slumber in anger and awake to the same -the puzzle so hard to complete, for those with the pieces sit back in comfort of public denial.
I trust her but she aint to blame, for the young boy that became man kept his lies over her dream
Slowly eating her portions of growth, plundering all she saved for her children
The child i am has watched from toddler till of age
His promise is the vain in which my mother shades
He is the producer that hasnt consumed his lies
A good start as a dad and now a step father, with much worry of becoming a home monster
The cowards were tamed by mothers fortune forgetting we all heirs of her throne

Child, if you are there awake me once again
I aint asleep but sobing in tears
Soon licking the wounds of my mothers caretaker
There is no peace as lips face challenge of fear for guntalk
Mother mourns day in and out, siblings are falling victim of his tempting apples
Her beauty has been stripped to bypassers and my own elder brothers do so, the in borns turned to *******.

I tear to you fellow child for your hand in help
Come wash the pain and worry of mother
So tomorrow we can smile again, play alongside mother with joy of the abundance she gives
We are all called, we all chosen
#mymotherland
#herdsmanofprogress

May 14 · 56
Login
Login; ahem a moment constitutes a memory!.
The smiles you get when one ear whispers to another,  the thirst of carelessness as emotions deprive your vision, the love of hellos in fear of goodbyes, the sorrowful toast of courage that glitters, the uneven sights of glimpse of what thoughts denies reality, the caravan mind you carry to a destination only known to the future, the hiccups of unsound tunnels- a road trip mountain lanes. #herdsmanofprogress
Mar 31 · 25
Above all
God* fishes us from the multitude and hikes us to places we dont deserve though destined. From ~dust~ he created us with a solid purpose, amidst toils he leads us. we fault at his mercy, never foresakes us like fellow humans, he is the first and last option of our lives, he is the heart beat of every living person. He is the wireless connection of love we have and share, the breathe of all longing hearts, in joy, pain, hopeless times and the future we dream of. For he has planted seeds of great thoughts of a bright future for us and he is painting the best picture of your ~hustle~ to the world '''billboards'''. -He was - He is - and He will forever be our shield at all times. #herdsmanofprogress
Mar 6 · 48
Archaic
When I had to walk your path, I was a ransom of kindness seated ๐Ÿช‘ on a throne of thorns.
I am not a savior but a survivor .
The cumbersomeness of the voyage although I canโ€™t commence de novo.
The spirit awaits on the other-side the crossed bridges ๐ŸŒ‰.
I lament about life, I am a great seed to any country man.
An Archaic many strive for, the fortune ๐Ÿ”ฎ in hoard.
#herdsmanofprogress
๐—ช๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐˜€, ๐—Ÿ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ. #๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€
Feb 25 · 41
Oust
๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐˜๐—ต, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ณ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ.
#๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ณ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€
Feb 23 · 139
Dollar
๐–ฌ๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—† ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ
(#๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ)
Feb 23 · 48
Lay
Lay
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š’๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ.
Feb 22 · 362
Written 2
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š—
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š–๐šข ๐š–๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข
๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š '๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š–๐šŽ' ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›.
๐™ฐ๐š•๐š• ๐š’ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข, cโƒจ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ

๐™ป๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š™ ๐š˜๐šž๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ. ๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‚ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹.
. .   . ๐–ถ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ.....
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š
๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š— ๐š’ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ
๐š‚๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š
๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š”
๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™
๐™ถ๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š’ ๐šœ๐š•๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ
๐š‚๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š— ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ "๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š™" ๐š•๐šŠ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šƒ๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š’ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š–๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›
๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š’ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ.........

๐™ท๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐š—๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐—‚ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐š™๐š›๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™ถ๐š˜๐š
๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š–
๐š†๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š, ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š›๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™
๐šˆ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’ ๐š”๐šŽ๐š™๐š ๐š๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š’ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŠ๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—
๐™ธ ๐š–๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐—‡๐šŒ๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ
๐™ธ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐™ธ๐šœ๐š•๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐šŒ ๐š™๐š›๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šž๐šœ ๐š™๐š’๐š•๐šŠ๐šž ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŠ๐—. ๐–ฎ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ.

๐™ผ๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š’ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐—Œ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜.

๐™ผ๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™
๐š’ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‰.
๐–ฌ๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—† ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ (#๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ)
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š’๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ.

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Oโƒจuโƒจtโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ mโƒจaโƒจnโƒจyโƒจ dโƒจeโƒจcโƒจiโƒจsโƒจiโƒจoโƒจnโƒจsโƒจ
Yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจ aโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจfโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ sโƒจeโƒจtโƒจtโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ wโƒจiโƒจtโƒจhโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ fโƒจoโƒจrโƒจ oโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ
Tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจaโƒจtโƒจ wโƒจiโƒจlโƒจlโƒจ bโƒจrโƒจiโƒจdโƒจgโƒจeโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจ oโƒจrโƒจ eโƒจxโƒจcโƒจeโƒจpโƒจtโƒจiโƒจoโƒจnโƒจaโƒจlโƒจlโƒจyโƒจ bโƒจrโƒจeโƒจaโƒจkโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจ
Bโƒจuโƒจtโƒจ hโƒจoโƒจwโƒจ aโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ kโƒจnโƒจoโƒจwโƒจ fโƒจrโƒจaโƒจnโƒจgโƒจiโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ hโƒจeโƒจaโƒจrโƒจtโƒจ
Tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจmโƒจeโƒจsโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจuโƒจtโƒจrโƒจaโƒจgโƒจgโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ tโƒจeโƒจmโƒจpโƒจtโƒจaโƒจtโƒจiโƒจoโƒจnโƒจ
tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ dโƒจeโƒจvโƒจiโƒจl hโƒจiโƒจmโƒจsโƒจeโƒจlโƒจfโƒจ sโƒจaโƒจlโƒจiโƒจvโƒจaโƒจtโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ oโƒจvโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ lโƒจaโƒจcโƒจkโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ oโƒจpโƒจtโƒจiโƒจcโƒจaโƒจlโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจiโƒจnโƒจkโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ

Tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ vโƒจiโƒจrโƒจgโƒจiโƒจnโƒจ sโƒจiโƒจnโƒจnโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ iโƒจsโƒจ aโƒจsโƒจtโƒจrโƒจaโƒจyโƒจ, wโƒจaโƒจlโƒจkโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ wโƒจiโƒจtโƒจhโƒจ aโƒจ dโƒจaโƒจsโƒจhโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ dโƒจaโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ
Wโƒจhโƒจiโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ mโƒจyโƒจ eโƒจyโƒจeโƒจsโƒจ aโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจoโƒจcโƒจuโƒจsโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ, tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ uโƒจnโƒจbโƒจeโƒจaโƒจtโƒจaโƒจbโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจaโƒจiโƒจtโƒจhโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจ mโƒจeโƒจ
Sโƒจhโƒจuโƒจtโƒจtโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจcโƒจlโƒจiโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ wโƒจiโƒจtโƒจhโƒจiโƒจnโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ rโƒจeโƒจmโƒจeโƒจdโƒจyโƒจ, cโƒจaโƒจtโƒจcโƒจhโƒจ dโƒจoโƒจwโƒจnโƒจ hโƒจeโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจmโƒจeโƒจsโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ eโƒจsโƒจcโƒจaโƒจpโƒจeโƒจ
Sโƒจtโƒจrโƒจiโƒจpโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจoโƒจuโƒจgโƒจhโƒจtโƒจsโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ dโƒจiโƒจvโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจtโƒจoโƒจ rโƒจeโƒจaโƒจlโƒจiโƒจtโƒจyโƒจ, hโƒจaโƒจvโƒจeโƒจ aโƒจ pโƒจiโƒจeโƒจcโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ fโƒจlโƒจeโƒจsโƒจhโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ sโƒจwโƒจaโƒจlโƒจlโƒจoโƒจwโƒจ tโƒจoโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ pโƒจrโƒจiโƒจdโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ dโƒจiโƒจvโƒจeโƒจrโƒจsโƒจiโƒจoโƒจnโƒจ
Dโƒจeโƒจcโƒจlโƒจiโƒจnโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจtโƒจiโƒจmโƒจaโƒจcโƒจyโƒจ aโƒจsโƒจ yโƒจoโƒจuโƒจ wโƒจaโƒจyโƒจ fโƒจoโƒจrโƒจ aโƒจ qโƒจuโƒจaโƒจrโƒจtโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ mโƒจiโƒจlโƒจaโƒจgโƒจeโƒจ
Wโƒจaโƒจlโƒจkโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ tโƒจaโƒจlโƒจeโƒจsโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ nโƒจoโƒจ rโƒจeโƒจvโƒจeโƒจrโƒจsโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ mโƒจiโƒจdโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ dโƒจiโƒจtโƒจcโƒจhโƒจ, sโƒจwโƒจoโƒจrโƒจdโƒจ oโƒจuโƒจtโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ bโƒจlโƒจaโƒจzโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจoโƒจrโƒจtโƒจhโƒจ.
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๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š”๐š›๐šŠ๐šŠ๐š•
๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŽ๐šก๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š™๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—๐šŠ๐š•
๐š†๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š•๐š˜๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š—๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š–๐š™๐šœ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š
๐™ฐ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐š— ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š™๐šŽ๐š๐š’๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šœ
๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š .
๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š—๐šŽ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ  ๐šŠ ๐š‘๐š˜๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ

๐šƒ๐š˜ ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š’๐šœ๐šŒ๐š•๐š’๐š™๐š•๐š’๐š—๐šŽ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š™๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š
๐™ท๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š• ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐šž๐š›๐š™๐š˜๐šœ๐šŽ

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Oโƒจnโƒจcโƒจeโƒจ bโƒจeโƒจfโƒจoโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจ wโƒจeโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ aโƒจgโƒจeโƒจ
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bโƒจuโƒจtโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจuโƒจlโƒจdโƒจnโƒจtโƒจ aโƒจfโƒจfโƒจoโƒจrโƒจdโƒจ hโƒจoโƒจwโƒจ iโƒจ dโƒจrโƒจeโƒจsโƒจsโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ
fโƒจoโƒจrโƒจ mโƒจyโƒจ oโƒจwโƒจnโƒจ fโƒจeโƒจeโƒจtโƒจ hโƒจaโƒจdโƒจ nโƒจoโƒจ sโƒจaโƒจnโƒจdโƒจaโƒจlโƒจsโƒจ
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Tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ lโƒจoโƒจnโƒจeโƒจlโƒจyโƒจ sโƒจoโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจ wโƒจaโƒจsโƒจ
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Mโƒจyโƒจ hโƒจeโƒจaโƒจrโƒจtโƒจ gโƒจrโƒจeโƒจwโƒจ wโƒจeโƒจaโƒจrโƒจyโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ jโƒจeโƒจlโƒจoโƒจuโƒจsโƒจyโƒจ
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aโƒจsโƒจ iโƒจ fโƒจoโƒจuโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ rโƒจeโƒจfโƒจuโƒจgโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจ gโƒจaโƒจbโƒจaโƒจgโƒจeโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ sโƒจtโƒจeโƒจeโƒจlโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจlโƒจlโƒจeโƒจcโƒจtโƒจiโƒจoโƒจnโƒจ
Iโƒจtโƒจ sโƒจoโƒจoโƒจnโƒจ pโƒจaโƒจiโƒจdโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจfโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจ hโƒจaโƒจrโƒจdโƒจwโƒจoโƒจrโƒจkโƒจ

Iโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจlโƒจlโƒจeโƒจcโƒจtโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจiโƒจnโƒจ aโƒจfโƒจtโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ cโƒจoโƒจiโƒจnโƒจ
mโƒจaโƒจdโƒจeโƒจ rโƒจoโƒจuโƒจnโƒจdโƒจsโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ sโƒจwโƒจeโƒจaโƒจtโƒจ wโƒจiโƒจtโƒจhโƒจ nโƒจoโƒจ wโƒจoโƒจrโƒจkโƒจ dโƒจiโƒจsโƒจcโƒจrโƒจiโƒจmโƒจiโƒจnโƒจaโƒจtโƒจiโƒจoโƒจnโƒจ
Mโƒจyโƒจ bโƒจaโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ hโƒจaโƒจnโƒจdโƒจsโƒจ hโƒจaโƒจvโƒจeโƒจ mโƒจoโƒจlโƒจdโƒจeโƒจdโƒจ mโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจnโƒจ wโƒจoโƒจrโƒจkโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ pโƒจrโƒจaโƒจyโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ

Mโƒจyโƒจ jโƒจoโƒจuโƒจrโƒจnโƒจeโƒจyโƒจ sโƒจtโƒจaโƒจrโƒจtโƒจsโƒจ nโƒจoโƒจwโƒจ
Tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ fโƒจuโƒจtโƒจuโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจsโƒจ aโƒจ fโƒจuโƒจlโƒจlโƒจ tโƒจiโƒจmโƒจeโƒจ mโƒจiโƒจrโƒจaโƒจcโƒจlโƒจeโƒจ aโƒจnโƒจdโƒจ Iโƒจ aโƒจmโƒจ sโƒจtโƒจiโƒจlโƒจlโƒจ hโƒจeโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ
Tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ hโƒจeโƒจaโƒจvโƒจeโƒจnโƒจsโƒจ cโƒจaโƒจrโƒจeโƒจ iโƒจfโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจeโƒจ wโƒจoโƒจrโƒจlโƒจdโƒจ dโƒจoโƒจeโƒจsโƒจnโƒจtโƒจ
Oโƒจnโƒจ tโƒจhโƒจiโƒจsโƒจ vโƒจeโƒจrโƒจgโƒจeโƒจ oโƒจfโƒจ fโƒจiโƒจnโƒจdโƒจiโƒจnโƒจgโƒจ aโƒจ bโƒจeโƒจtโƒจtโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ mโƒจeโƒจ
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Pโƒจaโƒจiโƒจnโƒจ iโƒจsโƒจ sโƒจuโƒจcโƒจhโƒจ aโƒจ gโƒจrโƒจeโƒจaโƒจtโƒจ tโƒจeโƒจaโƒจcโƒจhโƒจeโƒจrโƒจ
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#hโƒจeโƒจrโƒจdโƒจsโƒจmโƒจaโƒจnโƒจoโƒจfโƒจpโƒจrโƒจoโƒจgโƒจrโƒจeโƒจsโƒจsโƒจ
Feb 8 · 64
Only
๐™ธ๐š๐šœ Only ๐š’๐š–๐š™๐š˜๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐š
๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐š’๐š ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š”๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›
๐š๐šŠ๐šŸ๐š˜๐š›

#๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šœ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐š˜๐š๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ
Feb 7 · 40
Hallmark
Wake up self
Make me better
My stage is set
I am the show
Feb 6 · 45
Valentine
There will be no valentine
I am not willing to die for our love
for if i go, who will stay with you

I know you fear cold nights
I wont go to watch you freeze
The vultures too are watching
from our dinner table
waiting for me to drop you
And so for our choice
Let valentines be today not tomorrow
Let it be now and forever
Tomorrow next is far to show you
Ready to nest you in my kraal

I am painted with your favorite color
and dressed like Santa
Let Christmas be today and Valentine now
We are limitless Grace bound us
Feb 5 · 200
Star
You are a star
Even amidst
Failures
Feb 5 · 108
Start
Start
its the best way
to launch your thoughts
Persist
Its how you prove your
Growth


#herdsmanofprogress
Feb 5 · 550
Inhale
๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐š™๐š’๐šŒ๐š” ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šž๐š™
๐š’ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š•๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŽ๐š–๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ
๐šˆ๐š˜๐šž ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐š‘๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ
๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š’ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š‹๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š’๐š— ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šŠ๐š›๐š–๐šœ

๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐š’๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐šœ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐šŽ๐šœ
๐š’๐š ๐š๐š•๐š’๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š–๐šข ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐š ๐šŠ๐š ๐šŠ๐šข
๐š’๐š—๐š‘๐šŠ๐š•๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐š›๐š˜๐šž๐š๐š‘ ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š•๐šž๐š—๐š๐šœ
๐šœ๐š˜ ๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š๐š๐š•๐šŽ ๐š’๐š— ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š• ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š› ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š.



#herdsmanofprogress
https://thomasbron.wordpress.com/2020/02/05/inhale/
Feb 5 · 36
Witcher
An idea i never had
A thought out of my mind
Facts out of my case.

Soon i was set to stummer
Flip flapping my lips
on a verge of a slipping heart
falling for unranged beauty
A curse for my forever unportioned heart

I am now owned by a living
without debate and contemplation
I am gone with her.

Each time i run away
She is my destination
I am in a maze of love
ูŠู…ูƒู†ู†ุง ุฃู† ู†ุฑู‰ ุบุฏุง
ู…ู† ุฎู„ุงู„ ุฃุญู„ุงู…ู†ุง ุงู„ุตุงู„ุญุฉ
ู…ู† ุฎู„ุงู„ ุฅุฎูุงู‚ุงุชูŠ ุฃุชุนู„ู… ุงู„ุชุฃู„ู‚
ู…ู† ุฎู„ุงู„ ุงู„ุฅูŠู…ุงู† ู„ู‚ุฏ ุชุบู„ุจุช ุนู„ู‰ ุงู„ุฃู„ู…

#ุฑุงุนูŠ ุงู„ุชู‚ุฏู…
Affirm
we can see tomorrow
through our valid dreams
through my failures i am learning to shine
through faith i have overcome pain
Feb 2 · 31
Men
Men
World aint looking for ***** donors
It needs men who are pillars
Fathers, dads and husbands.
The real ones to create a future
to plan a safe, secure and bright.
Not only multiply and fail to care
Not to fill a generation with anger and curses
Not to veil mothers with the sorrow of solo responsibilty and burdens
To give children a hope and love of a family.
#herdsmanofprogress
Feb 1 · 99
Mwanadamu
The heart of a man
living at the height of struggle
Reaching out to better other souls
They donโ€™t like you for reason
They like you for seasons.

Appended knee on smiles
We live to serve purpose
Only to the value of beholder

Enkindle with hope
Mwanadamu
This ainโ€™t your world
Another place awaits after this world

#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 31 · 39
Living Exception
See from afar what you can afford
no price is greater than giving it a try
Take heart with a bold move
move not enough if you donโ€™t pursue persistently.

There is gold in the deep of mud
A billion of alternatives for a better you
You are not an option, you are exceptional
you're a dream someone is looking for
a height to be hiked.

Look, focus in the wild
as destiny drives you closer to goals you will extinguish inabilities
lay a wreath to your worries, light a candle for glory
Choose you, before youโ€™re chosen  as a living option in opinion.
Jan 29 · 57
I have a Desire
To burn to flames and light the paths of many
To lift the veil of the broken hearts as they find love
To lay across rivers and become a bridge to peopleโ€™s destination
To master minds and balance the scale of society
To dine with destitute and the poor for they know have a color of humility
To swerve through weariness and top the worldโ€™s greatest
To ray the best of me for many to better my best
To be a sky for all to aim at
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 29 · 42
Ashes
I am burning all my efforts to ashes

to let the dust write inspiration to the walls of worn out souls
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 28 · 74
Catch
Catch the flames of the star, my shoulder will pillow you.


#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 28 · 29
Fragile cucumber
Worry is in me, it cried - as the knife closer
I beg to be spared, alas a volume of untamed voice Reechoed you can only live once
What then do cats with nine do! The departed syndromes
Who goes there, the juicy head on lays slain
accompany me to the sauce the weary puppet called out. I bring no trouble no hate, I am only a lost heart amidst session
It fumed with furry and no hesitation for if you don't hold up they hold you down
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 28 · 30
Solid Word
Mama told me you a blue moon
I was only used to the white one
I succumbed to failure
When I listened to what others thought of me
I am not a warrior, I am exceptional says his Grace
But the stubbornness of my head doubts his ways
When I grow up I want be like them
Them that bare fear as a weapon to see greater things
Them that dive into every closed door and find opportunity
Them that surround themselves with competence and dine on positivity
Those that find the tunnel end as a new way to progress.

Then my mama said you failed me
For tears then flowed past my checks as I felt sorry for victimizing my love
No I didn't seat back
I am far away from giving up at this time no more tears
I am composed and straight with my back bag of blessings, see how I knock through walls to find my future
My mama told me it awaits for me on the other side
Shame to those that sham my efforts for they can't stand a quarter of what my strive    aims at
Past the rivers of hard work, I am in the ocean of progress
If you loose my catch not even a plane can find me
I am a miracle seated on the finest blessing
Exploding with breakthrough to meet destiny
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 28 · 75
Cautious
Before you get time to compete, have time to better yourself
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 12 · 39
Him Alone
I was desperate and lost and he said here I am come quick your bruised
I ran to him and he gave me a doze
Before I could get full charge of me again, I tip toed off
Ran to find the glitters I once hunted for
I then found treasure and lived a happy soul
In no time flipped, down to the ground I went, bruised again.

Couldnโ€™t move so he came close to me, took charge till I started smiling
Little did he know I was off to make more struggles
I went searching for him perhaps his righteousness but never found him
I rashed and did all I could in vain, in time loosing precious things
Tears flowed in my ignorance for my forever search is what I ignored for ages.
He wasnโ€™t far my, thoughts were
I distanced myself from his Grace
It was only to search within myself though my mind wasnโ€™t natured by instincts
#herdsmanofprogress
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 10 · 110
Me-us-we
Before I loved You
I were โ€œMeโ€
Now that I love You
Its โ€œUsโ€
When we get married
Its โ€œWeโ€
Me loving Us and Us loving We
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 10 · 111
Go Home ,Boy
He took out a stick and blazed to the sky
he made clouds from his mouth as birds dived through to find way.
His looks were toxics as his words glued all that listened in.
โ€œWinks made branches,
branches clinged to moisture,
the wind cleared the airโ€.

Lay in there, I can find a way.

My words slapped his emotions
he retaliated with a revenge on bottles
endlessly suckling the sweetness of labels of wild percentages.

Not before long, he lost the way and dinned with the world.
It was only a moment when the pockets run cut
His usefulness was less than the tree that gives shades
soon the paths faded away and goodness shrinked past his recognition.
All was lost and life became empty like the bottles he ruined
The far East blocked his sunshine now darkness opened doors to him.
Farewell tomorrow people, abide with the play of today no more.
Illusions circled his soul and so his fight lost in vain.
Birds came down on him amidst a pool of hopless mares, they so sang for him ......Go home-boy
To his wonder was the home of struggle or the home of the creator!
#hope
#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 10 · 89
MARIPOSA
What brings you butterflies
The stare into your the apple of your eyes,
Could it be the fragrance.
The apocalypse of live thoughts else
You tend when sensacion erupts
Perhaps could it be the dangle of the lips.
The hair swerve of nudation
no more the glittery smile tendered.
Are you recognized by guile or
tides of marred character
#herdsmanofprogress
Nov 2019 · 46
DosMo
Daughter of Son of the most high
As i remember you today, i celebrate you too.
I cant boast to know you much but content with the little measures persued.
See God is beautiful thats why you are too, i can imagine a life without you without i cant imagine tho, for God made you for so much purpose surpassing your wisdom and making.
I celebrate you today with a prayer of Gods favor upon you, and waiting upon the worrior in you that makes life meaningful to many souls out there.
May this your new age bring you Grace exceedingly abundantly,  over and above and to the rise of the sun may you progress as to the fall of the sun may your worries melt away.
may your heart continue to long for mine the much that they are close
may tomorrow be a memory of us to the world of Gods existence and Love
Sep 2019 · 75
Red Card Syndrome
My heart got sabotage
I knew I loved to least of contemplation
I couldn't ride in reverse as an option
To that I naped for courage of jealuosness. Nonetheless, I was ready to marry a safe future without burying the hatchet of the past.
I started by refraction of oneself
Soon i escalated a default amnesiac stature
Alas the fainting mayhem
Brought forth the due cause of contagiousness
Then to waves of flames, I breeze away
#herdsmanofprogress
Sep 2019 · 276
Sui Generis
She is fine and heaven is jealous
Earth clamped my toes each time I bent my heart to hers
So am a stranger of my thoughts
Sick of beauty that I lack
The light off her smile shrieked the night moon
The ambiguity of theย ย iota in her heart made me heist for heed
I am the suspect and culprit
I stand a beggar of fortune to the unfounded brand of all times

#herdsmanofprogress
Aug 2019 · 63
**
**
She asked me not to
as she sweated in bits of fear
I got this "I spoke softly"
She then gazed as though
it were the perfect moment.
The realist sanctified ability I had,
I was calm hearted with buzzes of anxiety
but as I held back her hand stretched to me in a  lifeless motion
Immense i got hit by emotions and my thoughts went on a marathon of illusions
Could it be done or it was deniable
I could be the right person
Rather the right one to cause everlasting tray of bitterness
I was almost there and she called my name###
It was in vain for help-
How couldn't I go?
How could I go?
It was me or her
An eruption of stitches to her voice
All  was in the silence of the Cinema,
She couldn't hold her laughter at the expense stomach breakdown
the amended cough series through her through
On my toes she went held tight and aimed
I sat sober and claimed!!! Ahem
Butter witch sandwich
I swerved back to the top while the struggle caused gambles
Did I still have too?
Aug 2019 · 120
I am
Who am I??
I can't tell
I can relate.
I do survive and covered by the mantleย ย of God
I get kicked down but find my way up
I am noisy and lanten of hope to the weary
The least of the sober drinkers
I am way up beyond the belows
I am a young face never fades, smile that never ages I am half time tomorrow
I am the dream I never was
The first point off your full stop
I am the last bite of your crunchy bread
The berry taste in your lemonade
Take me on, take me not
I am way what I am
#herdsmanofprogress
Aug 2019 · 51
On The Dot
I know you used to care
And so you used to love
But the waves of the world
Chained all your hopes.

It cannot be the same
It can be much better
Let the tears flow to the dawn
The sun will come with joy.

Am right behind you in the wind
Holding up your cheek
Tell me how much you are terrified
For I can see you leaping,
You may never make it the same way
You can make a change to count.

To count the sounds of heart vibrations
To cause your lips to litter fresh words of compassion
To sail your skin to touches of nature
#herdsmanofprogress

Apr 2019 · 105
I SEARCH
I search it
Looking beneath, around and about
I was in the middle
Between right and wrong.
It was final I had married my dreams
Though I had kissed laments of memories
Uncapped by infringing tales
Let's meet tomorrow today is far from yesterday
Feb 2019 · 797
SINKING DIASPORA
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.ย ย 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 wasnโ€™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 wasnโ€™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
#herdsmanofprogress
Feb 2019 · 188
B UTTERLY FLIP
I wouldnt take a miss if i had a chance
It would be the glorious move to encounter
Heavens dont judge me for awesomeness
I have already foregone the calvary of agony.
So i tip toe to harvest of thy lips
But thy eyes glow like fire ball shooting stars.
I am a savage hunter hunted for my exceptions
I need a companion of lillies and taste of the words of silence
I brush the blush as the heart runs to my back

She wont share,
My focus says i could only flip a finger to her lips and Angels sound Alleluia
I am battling my thoughts for they have sold me out
Karma brought me fear of shiver
Nonetheless i will explore the treasure
Jan 2019 · 170
Moonless Night
What will i say to our tomorrow for having failed to show you yesterday.

Lets walk in hand by our future not to promise time with an excuse.

I forgot how i breathed yesterday, since my heart walks in your atmospheric direction.

Can we reach a consensus to have your shadow play with mine or farely  to collect the soil off your sandles of each footstep.

The rain washed away my hopes for your arrival at the junction were the sun burnt your feet to reach me this far, the wind blew you to shiver in fear as i waited at crossroads of the moonlight in the moonless night

#herdsmanofprogress
Jan 2019 · 106
Thy finnest
I prefer the you
The sweat of your face,
You the finest of God's molds
The best of sand he used
Best of fraction in height
Bit of high and bit lowest
Best of structure wide and composed
No extras needed to define you
The voice weaved of tonned sounds
The ***** in thy sockets - thy eyes so calm
Never to wish to see of their tears.

The wrap up of lips - a ready burger for feast
I wish i would define you, your smile speaks to my silence
No rather i would calculate the reason you are pretty as a rose.
I would then wish to pick the rose but thy thorns would prik my humble walks to thee
I am walking farewell to your shadow
Calling for the luck of the wind to blow you by side.
Jan 2019 · 100
Maze
What we have at hand is a treasure, but we run to catch what we don't have, a mystery.

What we foresee in illusions of gestures undermines reality of our very own reach.

Why have a dream to crawl yet you can walk, from a rain of opportunities to a desert of wishes.
Should Chances override choices?
Let not friction jump you from a pitch to a maze
#herdsmanofprogress
Dec 2018 · 99
Bingo
I
                    Am
                  Alive
               Happy and
          Progressive and
     I weigh more in mind
Than that seen on de body
  nor down the bottom of
   Am  the  magical    filter
    of incorporated word
     The Savage mischief
             of progress
   No one can come to your
       testimony of failure
         Ayonder my dream
           A life of reality
                A moment
                  A smile.
Nov 2018 · 98
Aluta
Where have been, we cant return. One struggle leads to new ray.
When morning comes we smile for redemption. Yes we were redeemed but our  tomorrow needs our fight of focus.
Let beauty surround us though with purpose.
And let the dry tears turn to floods of blessings.
Nov 2018 · 66
AGES
Come by, fetch your dreams.
I lost my sight seeking redress
how i met reality from despair
the naked sigh from the west.
High five my feet
They have moved from the past to your zone.
I could drink to remember more of the tomorrow.

My favorite brown belt worn
For the sake of my dark skin seeking originality,
I say go by and stay to my wish of myth
Like the blinded thoughts i had for you
The tested blood of your royalty
I call back, to age after age
Nov 2018 · 160
MY TEACHER
My Teacher, My tea, The preacher
My teacher the mother she was
To many kids i knew or even saw
She taught me to read which i did better than many of her own.

I played to wounds as she  nursed them with love
And when i lost a tooth, she replaced it with a penny and so i learned to earn
Saveless the spending
See my empty bottle and tummy all full to her mercy
Meals in full with no bill to clear

My misbehaviour attracted her tender slaps
To which i cried and smiled to the latter
In ink and paper i see your presence
So i remember not to forget you
Each of my smiles is a written letter of thanks to you.
#herdsmanofprogress
Oct 2018 · 121
I was In Need
Last weekend i visited trouble
Climbed to its cliff and sat by its hairs.
The smells of trouble weren't strong
The sight was unseen too
It was inevitable to cross the bridge
Though tense surrounded my bottom.

When i met her in the city right in the middle
She smiled so sharp that it penetrated my shyness  
I couldn't figure out  what drew my legs closer
I didn't loose the chance of clinging closer
As almost intimate as a hair follicle
She turned back and glared like a model
I was already immersed in her shadow.

I needed myself out of trouble
Knowing she careied a portion of love in her
Her face was shrinked and strict
My ambitions falling to my knees
This didn't dismiss her hind from bouncing
And so i went in hiccups in loss of words.
Wait when i return after a pill
You survived today, tomorrow not
#herdsmanofprogress
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