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Heading back to paradise,
Let me be the coolest breeze for you.  
If you're walking through the desert,  
Let me be your finest water.  
In your lowest moments,  
Let me be the reason you smile.  
And in your happiest times,  
Let me be a part of your comfort.

My mind is heavy, it's true
Let me share what’s within with you.  
My silence runs deep,
Let me listen to all you want to say.  
My vision is clear ,because it’s you.  
Let me hold onto you, for us
To have a conversation,
Let  us be the conversation.

Show me a star in the sky,  
And I’ll help you see it in yourself.  
Show me a diamond,  


And I’ll prove how priceless  you are.  
People see what they want,
But let me see you ,
Tell me what you think,
Let me know a little of your world.

I want to hold your hand,  
And never let it go.  
I want to be a great swordsman,  
To protect you from other swordsmen.  
I want to be your pain,
Not the kind that hurts,  
But the kind that pushes you to grow.  
I want to be your happiness,
Not just the smile,  
But the one who celebrates your success.

Just let me.Love
This poem is dedicated to the lovers who don't command but asks for permission to love,not according to one's way but also to understanding the other person.
I saw the earth swallow bodies,  
The sky steal back the sun ,that shines even to burn.  

I try to keep souls that end up draining me dry.  
All was just a dream,  
Believed to live in , suddenly, so soon, I had to leave.  

Like hell built in diamond bricks,  
And doors with every beautiful color.  
It attracts ,it forces one to stay,  
Even in the absence of peace.  

It was hell , it is, and it will be,  
Until we're ripped apart,  
With scars on our delicate heart.  

Until we start losing ourselves,  
Until we feel more than confused.  

Then later, we are forced to see again  
And it's better  
To sit with our demons again,  
But not in hell  
But in heart.  
For they'll sure be my teachers in disguise.
The power to detach is described in philosophical way in this poem polishing the attractive dark side that pulls us in the trap .
The nights that keep me awake,  
In dreams where we meet and simply are
But at the dawn of a new day,
A new phase that’s old  
It shows me the truth:  
That you are far.  

I wonder;
Why didn’t the creator build a portal,  
Where a single word could summon you to me?

Then, every time,  
I’d wear you around my neck like a charm,  
And the world would work properly for me  
Because you’d be around.  
In my mind,  
You’re the captain of this ship.  
You help navigate every direction.  
What an empty soul I’d be without you

You are the fire that fuels me.  
In you, I see life.  
And in my dreams, I only dream of you.  
A nightmare?  
That’s not part of my story.  

In silence, I envision a future  
And on every page of that future,  
Your name is written.  
You have a voice that heals,  
A smile so special,  
That only you carry.

Where are you really from?  
Are you the special one made  
In a land of myths,  
Where truths are often ignored?  

You’re the one thing I found truth in.  
There is no hell in your reality  
And even if it existed,
I could endure it because of you.

You’re my dream,
The one I never wish to wake from,  
But live in.  
You’re my life
The one I don’t wish to die from,  
But explore forever.  

You’re my desire,
The one I find pleasure in,  
And never want to stop seeking.  

You’re my destiny,
The one I don’t fully know yet,  
But in you, it’s already written.

Hope, above all
You are my everything.  
And nothing can defeat you.
This poem is dedicated to those whom their lovers are distanced by circumstance but wish to be closer at the same time.
Talking of beauty,then is to say your crafted design draws the line .

The art of drawn image of your face portray not just the awesome colors of butterfly but a magnetic aura of your inner soul.

The body shaped in a perfect size ,that even the designer adorered by your image.

I can stand still and stare in amusement at you without a word for a wonderful world in you.

You arouse every emotion within my being because it is of what is you.

You make me obsessed of all of you,then in a world full of diagnosis you'll be my only medicine.

You're one flavor in a million different flavors that I won't fail to choose , because my tongue only feels your taste.

You're in deed beautiful creature & my beloved.
It's a poem in a romantic form expressing the adoration of the beloved beauty
Brian Mutua Aug 25
What if everything we see ,is a shadow of truth.
And not truth itself,
What if the life we live - is not ours but someone else's.
What if the meal we like ,
Was theirs that wanted you to like .

In a space filled with opportunities,beauty and hope.
What if there was non ,
But intentions that doesn't belong to us ,
But all we must follow.

What if the clouds were not really clouds,
But distraction to the clear sky,
And maybe one that distracts stars from shinning through.

What if every smile was not a sign of happiness,
But pain .
What if every yes was a No ,

Perhaps,
We are living quietly,  
In the soft shadows  
Of a deeper truth.
This poem is dedicated to all readers , being able to see things with different perspective in a world where things and people are not real but seem real instead let's seek a deeper truth.
Brian Mutua Aug 17
Which is worse ,
To live as a monster,  
Or die a good man?  

Everyone climbs the ladder;  
At the top,  
“Bottom” is not in their vocabulary.  

No service comes without coin,  
No good deed without exchange.  
Like an overcrowded boat,  
Only the strong survive,  
And ruthless measures pave the way.  

Yet in a system where goodness  
Doesn’t guarantee the top,  
To remain just and true,  
We serve humanity,  
Though we don’t reach the heights.  

Monsters envy the harmony of having enough,  
Their lives shiny, yet haunted by guilt and shame.  
The good resent their lack of ascent,  
Feeling not enough to claim the throne.  

To be honest, I don’t know
Should we climb the ladder,  
Or take it away?
It explains the truth in our system as individuals who we crave for power ,money and greed but at the same time want to be righteous
Brian Mutua Aug 15
If I were asked which part of a tree matters most,
Foolishly, I might say the roots
Yet truly, every part is vital.
So it is with you: every part of you is precious to us.

My hands may never stretch far enough
To offer a fruit or even presence
But always, I am near.
In my heart, you dwell
A grace to be cherished.

Today, I offer you my heart,
The only gift I can give again
For you, who deserve the world.
And if it breaks, there’ll be nothing left.

In days of darkness, side by side, we’ll thrive.
We’ll be the light.
Wear a smile in your heart;
Let greatness shine upon your face.

Sometimes I wonder
Why is gold so hard to find on the surface?
Even when we yearn, pray,
And risk it all just to touch it.

It must be a miracle, then
In you, I found gold.
And by grace alone, I cannot explain it.
What could I give to repay that?
You, who are laughter and love
A worth beyond measure.

If I held the world, I’d give it to you.
But since I don’t, I’ll always choose you.

Even when it's hard to understand,
I’ll try every moment
To know your heart,
To feel its desires.

And if it’s within my reach,
I’ll strive to fulfill them.
Even in love, you are a gift.

I feel you in silence, in distance
And truly,you are gold.
It's dedicated to the one loved but distance separates the two yet crave to be close.
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