Choose nice and wise.

On that day he was totally mixed up, not knowing by how much but mostly in every aspect measured, from basic feeling to the physical aspects related to the events that happened, those that were happening and to those that were yet to happen.
That last day before the time came to allow the departure to occur was upon him and the conflict battled deep within, in this cage fighting to break out and the elements needed were rare, close to unknown, it’s like looking straight at thin air after a disappearing act, fact is starting maybe would have helped but numbers literally turned into distance by every drop of fuel that got burnt.
Above the ground and the speed was more than the famous route eleven commonly known to they that understand it’s ways, on one side darkness had already taken it’s course of action and on the other end the light in the horizon seemed to disappear like a candle that’s going dim as it burns out.
How such beauty existed was a jaw dropping effect that stared back at him as the reflection of him was seen from an angle with the lighting helping.
Saying goodbye for an indefinite period was traumatising, it’s like loosing all at once and hoping on the unknown to know, how can a blind person find his or her way across a street and he or she is lost in the city mistaken as a town to them?
Face it as fear, shift it like a gear and all will be dear, as like while one is hunting and the spear used results with dinner at one end, think of the delight as an insight.
Being alone is scary, being vulnerable to anything is definitely defenceless, judging a book by the cover is a step that’s snared.


wiggling riddle.

Another second passes past the last split, memories of the past shake the foundation and are within the set boundaries, it’s confined to specifics, a pending confirmation gives the green light to proceed with the provide, the sources that push this instinct look like an institutionalised tool to teach rather than preach, but the question remains pending to a cause, will the solution answer the question or give birth to the inspiration of the next from the last, questions about the answers that question and answer yet answer to question.

This, I wrote.

The calm existed just before and after, a master’s vision to a student, on the quest to find thyself one must loose all that they had, across on the battle field, the blood spilled, the sounds fade then silence invades, choose wise where you wanna be, fuck being on the winning team, would rather be on the understanding end, above on the fence over the hedge, by the edge, thinking that six feet deep is worth it, glued on bound ends, it’s painful to be in pain, drained by the effort, remember listening to my heart beat, don’t let it fade, am asking you not to let go, when you let go all will literally be gone, it’s a long way down, wishing that I could change that frown upside down.
Hit rock bottom and lost the crown, survived the fall wishing on falling stars, emptiness grows as the darkness consumes the soul before it turned cold.
I can call her an angel as she appeared and changed the hard heart he now owned, as the midnight bell struck, things had changed, up the scale, up to the edge only to find out he was up there all along, watching the sunset view, in arm was the queen, this, I wrote before.

Road Trip.

As the walk from the origin grew, the twisted feeling hang around like a dark cloud, forced to hide away what’s real so as to drive away a crowd’s intrest.

Numb and it grows on you like a mould, great was the best thing ever but at the moment conflict grew within, confirmed confusion and like, these are not a joke, cloak like a spell and the possession is the reason.

Confessions of an obsession with the driver causing tension and the session is one worth mentioning.

The past is like dust, it settles at its own pace.

Another morning has come and dawn is a scent away and I’m still with the same feeling.

How come was a question she labelled as one, as for the rest of them, all just seemed the same, unwanted, I heard that the qualifications of the standards were a match to the ugly duckling as a story in consideration, but as a reference to the current situation.
Lost in the streets, the black stretch walled by these sky high structures was the only way through, victims paraded themselves along the stretch just to get that cent, the lifestyle was forced rather than taken as a choice, selling herself was not in her dreams, as any other person who comes out from the rural areas, the big city was a dream worth running towards, naive she was and at it’s epitome it bloomed, the vultures that take hunt on such, claw deep into the innocence of them and the weak get lost in the vast ocean of their enticing mirage.

Unfortunately she was one among the many who drunk from the fountain and out of these waters she was plunged deep down inside the feeling.

“I once thought of him as a king,” she muttered under her gasping effort to hold back her tears from being exposed. “He rapped and devoured my innocence, prisoned me into this addiction and a slave I am now, look at me well and tell me if you can find it in you to desire me?”

It’s not easy to understand the unknown, but the reasons why she came out were not of a selfish gain, it was for an effort to voice a silence that had tormented her long enough.
When someone comes to the city for the first time ever, confusing it actually feels, remember when you went to boarding school for the very first time or rather, the first day of school, literally, it just is, the concrete jungle is nothing in comparison with the vast horizon hitting landscapes of the countryside, “everything looked the same, even the people”, she told me earlier.
She met up with him in one of the high end restaurants in the city, out of all the days she had been spending in the city, nothing came her way and on this day alikua ameangukia bahati nzuri, after a couple of minutes of word exchange, sema promises, she caved in to the things she was told, swept off her feet with empty visions, stories and no sooner than had, she was an addict.

She didn’t know that this guy she met up with was turning her into a tool for work, pimped out and no was not a choice she could give out, she need the hook, that fix to remove the glitch, the twitch of which hakujua.
“Every time was a worst time, pain was constant feed to the point it became too much to bare and numb soon came to me shortly after my eighth abortion, it became too common ju like a public matatu I just was”, she said this and looked away towards the window, it was like the wheels in her mind we turning towards a specific memory, “how broken has she been by the daily encounters she faced?” I asked myself as I took a glance at the time reminding her that our time was almost up.

Memory of Then…

…at a time in my past I felt lost, unloveable, the outcast and as I stepped before her my heart bet faster as the distance between us shortened, it came to me that things were soon to change, painful it was, plus the worst was yet to dock on his shores, in the chill of the cold of the almost Christmas night, there they stood against the cold wall under the moonlight that shone from the left, she spoke up and those words left him broken, I felt like nothing, my love was gone, what we had just ended, though I wanted to stay, I personally couldn’t and so he left, for some reason it felt colder than before, with every step it was like the ice box in my heart had grown more than the last, the pain became bigger than me enormous and I just bottled it all up and to the world I became cold, he that I once was laid to rest by me, cold as dead I felt and nothing mattered anymore, the tears, I shed, the heart, broken too into pieces I couldn’t pick up, reality soon sunk in and each day, as it came he lived by, a period of my life that was on a pain path, that I soon lost myself.

Listen, the voice crys.

On a judgment based on self realisation, it’s ethical to reference one’s self, as taking a selfie indicates, does one not look at the digital mirror that captures your own reflection, but what happens when you look beyond it, do you see greater than the other or just as the average?
In a dream I saw and felt, looking deep into the cracks that darkness sips through from, the images flashed back and forth between the two line, I approached a reading that was just as a storyline in an effort to voice a silence that is loud it’s just that ignorance has clouded the blue sky’s beauty of our lives and understanding.
Scars remain once wounds heal and I once heard that prevention is better than cure but in reference to the point worth bringing home again, si skio la kufa haliskii dawa, picture it as an image being painted and each stroke is one you can’t undo as it’s impossible, an imprint of opening your eyes is awakening a part of you.
Keep hint on the emphasis, a turn around is a change, flip a leaf or sum’n, truth exists with a quench of the real, be humble, thats a reference that exists in a special book, The One And Only, Bible verses are wise paragraphed letters and the secret is public for sharing, it’s a choice and its free, a few words of wisdom are stepping stones, each gain, each word, obedient to the purpose of the purpose it owns, realised am a creation, the pot to the Potter, if I’ve just seen the bottom, what about the top, it’s like looking at a mirror, reflection in slow motion and the reaving is a daily journey, the guide is free, yaani, without fee.
Ask the real question is a beginning that follows to the next, a prayer makes a difference, it’s just a speech away, believe, no lie, Daddy fix, fixes, fixed and fixing is a current that occurs, listen to the voice you can anciently listen to, feast among the wisdom, knowing yourself is peace, like a chakra worth opening, like taking a relief of that pressure after taking a piss, not a diss, just a rhythm with a rhyme you can reason with, options lead towards a choice, self made.
Saying No is one, also Yes, based on a dated story, can a story gage helpfully, on the basis of choice, look deep within and notice if you feel, walking around with an aim, home bound and the evils crept up, alone the persona was, at peace and the results gave a different reality than expected, listen to the cries from a distance, you can’t ignore it, brutal visions recorded as a graph in a graphic sequence, raising and the pain altered the balance in the ambiance of peace, positive with a condition, persona’s choice, taking with, without the love, the presence of hurt grew, forced down to the power that left the persona with less, just as the opposite of your right hand name, left by side, the state of an aftermath dawned, wounded and washed clean with the dirt.
Choice yours to sit on the egg of truth, beneficial in the long run, let God guide your step, after the first, the rest will be a best.
Personas, your brothers and sisters are, rhetorical answer, love is pure and healing can take away a wound, a scar can grow you, positive or negative, only one stands, copy how real friend neighbours like live, each home as a body, reference to self, take it personal like skin, your own underneath, of a same likeness, who?