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IT’S NOW FORever

If they call me crazy, tell them am not the first to go mental.
A state of mind

When she calls me baby, let me tell you I feel like I’d behave like one.
Oh this lady

I pave the way to make my intentions clear and known to myself mostly.
It’s now if not forever.

Today I tirelessly work in anticipation of a pay day, the cheque unsigned.
Payment is also work I suppose

Let it sink in that knowledge is not a school affair but a life lived in experience.
pay your dues and live life as it comes

How come anger can’t be contained, a moment of self awareness it always is.
Where our strength is mastered in our silence

We’ve at so many times wished for a miracle to quench our hearts desire.
Hello to the real magic that is reality

Anchored in worry a well of tears down it all goes like a sinking ship off a cliff.
Water under the bridge

Is our happiness tethered to others as is a rope to a zero grazed animal?
A circle of life whose ring doesn’t require taming
   
  One’s there was a sparkle that shimmering shine that made me all enthusiastic
Dead by the eye’s is the current result.

That common believe that we’ll die with our secrets yet they constantly kill us daily.
An ally of life.

It’s meaningless to suffer unless we find a meaning to it.

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GRIM

It was never about getting you in bed , just in pursuit of an inbreed.
Not for just when am bored rather to get you on board as my teacher, unlike the stuff taught on boards.
Condoning not the sinful nature, since you are a woman of graceful stature as per your Nurture.
Like a sneeze for sure you can’t be contained (bless you).
Its time you knew this relationship wouldn’t last.
And as the sea waves, its a bye in relation to this parting ship.
……………TBC

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jun 2017

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MERE FLESH

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Take them and leave
All I am to you is what I posses.
A piece of flesh to ogle at, use and reuse.
To you they need more work, “firm” you say to affirm your dominance.

Be on your way oh man.
It’s out of desperation you hit me up.
Just for you I have sacrificed
My one’s pounding heart no longer beats for you.
Your lust whose red flags had my heart blinding my vision no longer lasts..
Your overly sexualized ego whose bruised by another males presence in mine life.
Never mind looking back, for my back will be the only thing to face you.

In haste take your steps
For so long you’ve been the author of my sorrows.
Inserting yourself in the midst of every breathe I take.
No longer broken but shuttered
The wholeness that I’d built scattered in pieces.
That touch that I longed and craved for is nothing more than an irritant.

Lock up on your way out
Deserted in a dessert of self loath
The smoking signals of the volcanic desire that once was.
Unquenchable is the thirst that’s freedom to escape yours grasp,
Disgust and shame is the feeling that all this I brought it upon myself
This here is the end game now

Shut up and go
My thoughts scream out as I listen to you bend the truth to others.
Clinging on to your every utterance
“you are a lucky one” they always turn to me and say.
“Lucky to be alive” I retort mentally.

©️ George Githunguri

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INNER PIECE

Life’s about moments
We share our all just to see others happy
A compromise made towards a successful day
The inner joy that separates us from our demons.

Whether in pain or filled with laughter.
Memories are what we are all after.
A colorful spirited smile.
A tender gentle reminder to uphold sanity.

A skilful soul knows whens best to be silent.
Release the anger through meditation.
Not to agitate self.
Advocating for privacy and yet assertively working on all your shortcomings.

Sir. George Githunguri

© April 2018

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THE RIPPLE EFFECT 1

In the world of poetry you find peace when alone.

Hence for a game with commentry a true fans cheer must goes on.

A world full of questions but no answers, addictions but no reccomendations.

As death lingers around, is it the only time to catch a brake.

Its like throwing a stone in the water, causing a ripple effect.

Well may it be in a good or bad way, but life/world will never halt for you to succed.

An embezeled way of life, where imagination seems to have a frightening effect.

Where wisdom no longer comes with age, but all you have to do is show your elders some respect.

For in this aspect you’d rather not fight a battle that you “might” regret.

Utopia depends on you view of a better world, for in that begets your pride.

A man eat man society, all in search of materialistic commodities.

But let humility swallow your pride , as this generation succumb to change like a tide.

Sir. George Githunguri

© July 2013

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PATH TO RIGHTEOUSNESS

Stranded in between somewhere and most definitely nowhere.
All alone in this dark filled void that’s termed as loneliness.
A loner I am no doubt, but am not an island for help I want to scream and shout.
Its that time of the day I decide to take a step in turn, eventually turn in my conscious.
Not but ones but a few times I have had a epiphany, scary is the past thought that was always overwhelming.
Feels like I have encountered an ugly soul, so demonic that my skin crawls.
Am told that love that don’t flow to the unlovable is barren in an isolated island.
A stroll down this city of refuse in search of what I call refuge.
And so it goes having fought other peoples wars, am still yet to fight my own battles.
A saviour complex is genetic to me, if they were jeans I would take them off.
A picture is worth a thousand words they say, I in turn substitute to a million questions.
Not why me as is the norm, but thanks its me as its supposed to be.
I can see the light though not in a tunnel, it brightens by the second death grinning smile it is.
Am not quitting nor will this unbeckoning shackles hold me down.
The yonder I see, as constance is the faith towards a positive change.
Am far from the end

#shhhlifeinprogress

Sir. George Githunguri

© Oct 2016

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A Whisper In A Stormy Day (INSIGNIFICANT)

We have a voice the problem is that we choose to use it when it suits us.
We have a voice but we let it speak about others.
We have a voice but we choose to talk other than listen and learn,
Such is the beauty of our voice when we raise it to assist each other, though not all our motives are clean cut.
The same voice that speaks love spews out hate and whispers words to catalyse action, reaction and in actions.
We fail to speak in one voice although the effects are felt all through out this here land.
We race to further our goals and stay mum when we are called upon to defend what’s not ailing us.
Hoarse is this same voice whose body is unsettled but the words not aired just because our pockets have been sanitized.
Help me please⁉️ is the voice that pleads for a hand.
Sweet words are when the voice is used to make one mellow in delight.
The power that is our voice has the ability to move masses and generate change.
Whose voice do you listen to when you forge forward towards that decisive path that you are on?
Voices filled to the brim in ours head and still no words uttered for fear of looking insane.
At times talking to ourselves and startled by our very own voices sounding our inner thoughts out loud.
The mouth remains uncovered but still words go unspoken.
Why do we have the voice to speak out the truth but ours is the choice to bend it labelling it as “alternative facts”.
Whose to say that you are right or wrong if your nurture remains to be different and unexposed yet you want to voice out to the world.
At the pinnacle of our understanding, what’s lost on us that our self awareness dictates that you can’t interfere voicing it as minding your own business.
When things go wrong and the burn is real whose to quench that fire burning from within if you are to afraid to speak out.
Creating a pseudo account so as not to taint your image since you want to speak out on a sensitive matter.
Voiced through art, work, R&R and whatever floats your bubble.
Communication remains key and nothing as a response solves nothing.
Damned we are for we watched and claimed it doesn’t concern us when we watched our neighbors suffer.
  Disguised with care, the voice can be altered to make it seemingly concerned yet aloof since ones witch hunting for information
serenades of emotional purity that seems to be stress relievers voiced in a wishful thinking voiced so eloquently that the sale pitch makes the right moves
  We have a voice that goes unused, overused and in some place misused, when in sign language, verbal or physical/ non physical reaction.
  Despite our societal position, we all have a voice and how we use it it’s up to us.

George Githunguri
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One’s you abuse privilege let alone a right, be ready to face what’s coming your way & expect not other’s to sacrifice their well-being for your entitlement.

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AT RANDOM SPEAK

Oh no ! Am I supposed to be the hero?
Is the damsel in distress or is it damn zeal and more stress?
How I wish I could ace this overthinking test.
Asking myself who died and made me mayor of this town?
this crown unfit to be mine and still I dawn it like it’s my birth right.
left in despair, morally corrupt is this here moment.
can I call it a night since my days are beaming in darkness?
whose plan should I foil in order to quench this madness?
How best should I sleep yet the snore of my previous insomniac thoughts keep me awake?
I often tire rolling this down this rough patch, to bad things are not as they seamlessly seem.
It’s the soft life in others we sought out as we’ve seen it to be, though they be it a masked soul that will always bottle down their shortcomings.
Explosive anger ain’t nothing but self will to heed caution by grasping control least the pieces never be seen.
  A glimmer of light from one’s expectations, dragged out and skinned by life’s reality checks.
  Tick tock goes this precious time piece that’s life, nothings but a rotation of the old for one which is a new begging for the next.
  Truly half lived if you still don’t hold  on to discipline as a way of it all, self control to keep you afloat and mistakes that are lessons learned through experience.
  This remain to be a confusing era, the error of it all being humanity or rather lack thereof rather.
 

©️George Githunguri

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RENDEZVOUS WITH DEATH

A slight node of mines head and all comes flashing back jaded like.


Abhorred are my bended thoughts to fit my ambitious self.


Profusely denying the fact that you can never outrun who you are, but can clearly outlive whom you’ve become.


Down in flames all goes and up in smoke its seems to be seen.


You are not created to shadow, but to star in your own reality.


A good look at yourself and mirrored is an image that shame the angels.


Positivity is the game for you are hot as lava, but don’t be just as thick.

puzzled by the grim’s grip to its scythe, beheaded Am I in face of the afterlife.


Foretasted are the thoughts of how, when and where it will all be, in wonder if the soul is left watching over us…

Sir. George Githunguri

© Feb 2018

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QUESTIONING THE ACT

I thought of you and a tear ran down my right cheek.
The thought of your sleepless nights, stressful thoughts and clouded judgement weakend me.
Battles you fought and quit before you could stand tall for the war
This world that irked you to your end by catalysing the great pains you harbored inwardly.
How many days did you spend worrying about things you saw an we’re unable to come to terms with a resolve?
What tormented your well-being by choking the air out of your lungs and plunged you deep into insecurities?
Whom did you reach out to, rant/vent your heart out to and still the burden wasn’t close enough to alleviation?
How surreal was your experience that to you life was no longer worth living?
To what extent did you go to before you choose a day and dabbed it your last ?
Had it been this bad and are you the last or is it rather the first to go through the motions, emotions & now a point of caution?
When you jotted down your last words was it through pain, acceptance, denial or rather just a curtain call for you?
What about you who took it into your own hands to take your leave without any further explanation as to the reason why?
The pain you left behind didn’t register to you that it would be enormous, you clearly thought it as end of an Error and not an Era.
You who felt unloved/ unwanted, whose action weren’t reciprocated in the right way, a victim of violence physical/mental/financial misfortune s.
Life is worth living though you weighed your options and called it a wrap with an unwavering thought.
Am I right to even question the act while I was of no help nor wasn’t able to see the signs?

What would I have done, said or even enlightened you differently to have you hold on.
We are all walking obituaries for sure I know, the common destination we so share being death but why cut life short or was it written so?
Thoughts of why; like tumbleweed on a windy, hot scotching and dry deserted dessert keep disturbing me, begging this dried up shocked eyes of mine to not to close but profusely blink for darkness is something that has me jumpy.
Memories of you linger as is a scented aroma to a hungry gawking belly.


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A MATTER OF LIFE AND BREATH AFFIRMATION

I was born in this season need I say for more than the reason known to me.
I’ve learnt but am yet to to know what the worlds all about
Peace of mind is what am about.
What I crave for is not defined by peoples views and opinions of whom they think me to be not doing it for posterity rather than prosperities sake.
I love and I have been loved, for the conceived by a couple who felt me right is just but my living testament.
The truth will always shine and enlighten my path for born a crime I was not, this is the time í truly feel it being given freely without any other expectation.
I’ll shimmer and glow like the crystal clear waves that sway in vigorous motion letting nothing stand on there way.
Drive through the road of life enjoying the scenery without the fear for I am not a worrier but a warrior.
Taken my chances within reason for life’s a gamble, though I’ll not let myself be an addict this being the warranty since death is a guarantee.
Seek forgiveness where I have wronged knowingly or unknowingly.
Lacking shame for what I seek is what others already accomplished but what’s within me ain’t mediocre.
Live and let leave
Embrace the sensations of joy and laughter, Sadness, relief and pain that’s soon to find reprieve.
Fight and stand for my own for I’ll not succumb to silence nor will my No be a cause for me to explain why.
Strive to be an individual whose actions are as a result of self and not a statistic whose demise is as a result of blindly following.
I’ll lead and also learn how to follow
Listen to form an understanding by paying attention and not because I want them to finish so I can talk.
Celebrate every achievement no matter how minuscule it might be to the world who’ve already excelenced in it.
Always have a day that I deserve for my Karma slate will be nothing less than squeaky clean.

George Githunguri

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Zoars Of Prerogative Void

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Shaded blood
Strong musky dripping sweat
Streaming uncontrollable tears.
Naseua and ultimate discomfort
Jaded unnerving thoughts fading out one after the other all absentmindedly.
Insomniac restless nights, in fight with the past, current and future fantasies
Unstructured bewildering feelings laced with potent emotional outburst
Sleek smile just intended to simulate a haven of positivity in a bubbling sudsy brook of volcanic negativity
The Muscle relaxers/painkillers an inhabitation of this bodies vexed yearns.
Prior to the darkness that spooked and soothed all at ones, comes the light that sharply pierced the skin from it’s rays while causing a visual distress.
A twitch of the skin for it’s crawling with irritation, but I wonder what the goosebumps present represent?
Cracking fingers as if breaking dry wood, limbs sore as if to have been on knocked out of submission.
Frail body a true acquiescence of this morden day time.
Whispers unclear uneager to form speech nor moving vertically.
Hot flaring unbearable nostrils, breathing proving to be an uphill task.
Halfway fragmented skin etched finger nail, red lit sore thumb pinching from the inside out and vice versa.
Motionless laid like a sack of potatoes dropped flat on the ground in heft as if poisoned or sedated.
A wince of painly panick though no remedy in the offing.
The day ends as such, tommorow I mend my wounds and move purposefully forward.

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The Noose Loss

Where my feet fail, lord let me hover in your blessings
Slain emotions and decapitated truths we are facing.
Tense is the ever growing issue of whose right and what’s wrong.
Superiority complex so unnerving yet unbelievably deadly for it’s a race for the races.
Woke it’s said we should be though our actions to the next slumber like a hibernated bear, a sorrowful act as is at a Wake.
Who amongst us is better than the rest or are we all the same but thumping like winners on our chest.
Held down by reality, uplifted by our ambitions and disillusioned by our fantasies.
Done sacrificing for thankless people whose demands are more than you first did for them.
Up fighting on a daily just panting on zero while still at the starting point while the finish ain’t in view.
I know you not; which is not a deterrent for me to wish you the best, mutual are our friends who’ve celebrated you in mines presence.
Tough it is to say that it’s a consolation price worth loosing the person, but we know their soul rests at a wonderful place.
Beauty is not just in what is seen, heard or experienced but it’s in the fact that we are alive to be part of it all.
Hate, love, anger, spite, lust, laughter, cries, tears, scream of pain/panick or joy, praise worship and all that’s ent to be gained.
Rumour has it that.. it’s catalystic how news spread like wild fire in a field of hay, yet we are all after success and clearly life’s made by our actions
At times its best to get to know a stranger than hang out with the same old folks, who’ve constantly found comfort in the zone they are in.
A stranger to your very own behavior light, camera action on your multiple personality act

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SET IN STONE

Nauseated, illed by this worldly words.
Can’t get them back once you’ve spat them out.
As the nose intake digestively and discharges air.
Why can’t words be swallowed after emitted.
To speak freely, does one really require permission.
In addition to listening as a skill, everyone’s all ears as your words spill.
The grins, show of disgust, enlightenment, disbelieve, understanding among all others shaped on the listeners faces.
It’s as if you’ve made a suggestion for a trip to the sewers.
A total imagination of all kind of feaces, around gathered are but a celebrative gathering: lets call it a mob of flies.
To tame when used right they can work wonders, for the right words interms of conviction.
“Its easier said than done” they say.
An sales persons skill, why not ask a spokesman.
Stage fright; talk of phobia when it comes to public speaking.
Its alright in references to motivational talks, guidance and counselling ?

George Githunguri
© Dec 2012

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…. BACK TO YOU TAXPAYER

Plunder away, as we fools cheer you on for a hand out in your guzzlers which we’ll never come even close to owning.

As you and you golf buddies request for a cold one at the country clubs after teeing off, families out here no resources are wondering why their tea is off.

Squander the countries resources to your fill and throw an empty promises oh Mr/s. politician, we’ll just accept the heavy taxation mandated to us so you can live life as we focus on survival as squatters in our very own homes.

Extend your hands for more hand outs and continuously borrow from other countries and sell our last shirt off our backs as collateral, for we do the same though we spill our neighbors blood for you for we believe you are the change we need.

Pass on bills ment to safe guard we the commoners, stay mute for 5 years and take naps at parliament for your sitting allowance is not affected; but when your salary increment debate is on you’ll always stand unshaken claiming hardships and how worthy you are.

Fuel the tribal wars throw in shade to catalyse the masses anger, for your style of leadership is founded through division, instigation and hate.

Arm your community for a pool of blood is about to flow, while you and your family jet out of the country on holiday for safety reasons watching it all while relaxed floating on a bubble in an infinity pool somewhere.

Bite off the hands that feed you, for we the people who put you there and are taxed to pay you are just lazy layabouts who you insist should create their own employment.

Suck up to foreigners as is do most men to a pretty lady, yet ignoring we who’ve been there with, for and by you; just to come back to us seeking more to impress your new found hobby.

Kill the messager, set ablaze the message, destroy all industries and while at it run them to the ground for a government bail out. oh forgive me the tax funded bail out will always come in handy.

Spew shinanigangs at our peoples funerals and cause chaos as is the norm. for a last send of is for the rich, your fellow political class and their family member,

Break every law you so hold hostage to your people, if it so helps your businesses and lifestyle advance yet prosecute a man for feasting on His neighbors dog for claims of hunger.

My life is in danger, extra security you claim; Do you know how dangerously we are working & living on a daily just to secure you that position yet end up as bro’s who are broke and broken.

A battle of words against your colleagues just because of difference in opinion, yet calling for integrity from us while yours is just intent on greed.

Feel at home when visiting other nations as you take in all they have to offer asking “why can’t we did it?”, yet you forget the rising havoc and mayhem is as a result of you and your cronies way of bagging another sit a campaign promise for a fix.

In the wee hours of the night without warning/notice you’ve bulldozed people’s homestead, failed to develop the said projects by looting it’s funds as your zooming past traffic on the wrong side while a whaling ambulance is just but none of you concern, silly me your health/living is a better countries problem not ours [we are but your office and eventually cemetery].

A lot more to say but just know one day we’ll wake up sick and tired of being sick and tired, the arms you’ve handed us will be aimed right back at you and not to our neighbors but as for now stock up,

This is not a call to arm’s, but think it’s free before it’s no longer legal; stand back but do stand by for a mental revelation is here and the revolution is now.

WE LIVE AS THE DAMN, WE DIE FOLLOWING THE DAMN
A TRUE LEADER MUST LEARN HOW TO FOLLOW

 GEORGE GITHUNGURI
1st feb 2021 ©️

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WHAT TO DO?

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Vacuously I seem to focus.

Staring in the blues, not even a single clue.

You seem to be coyishly fading away.

A feeling of cachet flowing in and out of you, deeply

Oozing from your curved up smile.

For sure without a doubt I’d walk miles to have you ,but you seem to be brusque about it.

Let me assure you of my intention, since Am not trying to tame you, but let you be wild as the jungle itself.

Apprehensively your continuous shot glances gets the better of me.

Acquiescently I seem , but acquiesce I am fervently overwhelmed by an unknown feeling to me.


Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2013

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Recede

When did you first introduce you to yourself?

More like understood who you truly are.

After taking time to find yourself, but where does one go for the search.

It used to be more of a lock and load.

Now surely dubbed rock and roll.

To a hideous look and lol.



Sir. George Githunguri

© Apr 2015

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Only Human

Where did we go wrong training animals to behave like us, while we disregard a moral decaying society?
Whatever happened to loving humans and using thing instead of the opposite.
When did we get busy enough to ignore the waling morns of a dying soul?
Whats this we a creating AI structures to act as humans as we act robotic while we claim to be growing?
Who is to blame of all those time spent away from fellow creatures as we exploit mother nature?
Why is it a game setting humanity a blaze and calling it fun?
Competing to kill each other is but a famed superiority game.
Patriot who die, gunned down fighting fellow men.
Discontent and jealousy, Paining with empathy.
A distorted mind, controled by the tele via our vision to be programmed.
A people in a mission, untrue to others and themselves.


Sir. George Githunguri

© Nov 2014

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The thrill is not in “getting used to" but in knowing each other. 

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Quote 141

Strangers have taught me to be familiar, while family sells the concept of being a stranger is something one should embrace…

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Quote 140

Most you’ll meet in life will model their goodness to you with a camouflage of cruel intent.

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WHEN… 🤷‍♂️

Inspiration strikes embrace it and when insight feels right ponder on the possibilities.


A flicker of inner peace is felt, work on restoring the light.

When you can’t recall how old you are due to aged years of hate, let the sun rays pierce and melt away the darkened icy covered cold heart.


Love is true and chasing, let your heart mellow with acceptance.


Trouble seems to be finding you even though working hard to loose it, straight is your path unwavering.

Life surely does happen, allow yourself to do the do before the do does you.


Joy illuminates from deep down, unshackle and let it out without a parole hearing.


Words like stormy oceans rise from within you out of anger, starve them with hunger and let them elude you by keeping a tight lip.


Drowning thoughts weigh more than the unfathomable weight of the world, take a step back and let them not break you for a spine is replaced not.


Contemplating a step though weak are you with shaky bones, sit down and relax as you gather the strength to master the task at foot.


When you feel distant and far flung into fantasies, slap yourself back to reality by accepting what’s happening around you.


Don’t let clout be a debate with self since the societal pressure has got to you, remind yourself of the sacrifices you need to make to achieve your comfort.


Stick to your guts even though indecisiveness creeps in and threats to sabotage your stance.


Accept that there’s always a challenge that needs overcoming, though not all are ment to be engaged in.


Don’t throw in the towel yet, though don’t forget that not all requires you to pick it up in the first place.

George Githunguri

© 2020 Oct

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Optimism is a Joy catalyst

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Murmur


She”s like an angel, embraced by the fully clouded wings.
Cocooned by nature, blissed in stature.
An undiscovered jungle, nurtured by mother nature.
A rainbow in the horizon with glittering sparkles of the last rainfall.
A true gem, what a miners tale.
Shinning like the sunlight, such is her glow like the moonlight.
A vision in the daylight, a pilgrims quest coming to a tented night rest.
Like a mist-full morning she lingers, like smooth beach sand she sways with the waves at the shore.
A melody to an artists ear, a symphony to the lovers and haters.
For a taste to savour she is, a sense of fresh air it is.
Nothing but a dessert to a coronary master chef.
A painters motivation, a Rambrant piece of art.
Master piece per say, in need of a kiss I say.
A time portal to the past, a mission with change to embrace the future.
A piece off puzzle to the gamer, a complex theory to those in-search of education.
A carnivore to the young, oozing with beauty to the lustful.
Go to sleep for now…………………

Sir. George Githunguri

© Nov 2013

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If you don’t expect much from people, they will/won’t expect much from you (no guarantee)

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IT’s ON

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A drag in time
the drift in seasons
A sprint towards success
In this circuit of life
Shift on the ready
with the well timed clutch.

Halted by the Red light
In amber of thoughts
As the raving engines growl
Left behind is a glowing green light
Wailing sirens fill the airy atmosphere
”Pull over” met by a “catch me if you can” response.

Age being but the checkpoints
A bump or two let them not derail us
Speeding past it all
Screeching tires with a smoky after burn
Everything still intact despite the road rage
All but mechanism of human as a race.

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My vow

I'd want you but am working on me, so I don't want to want anybody. 
George Githunguri