Kitale skies

Flames burning, 

Firery sky

In there hope lacking,

Sunset lyre

Changing light,gives hope benign

My night and day, where is the lie......

HeICh

doors wide open

Creaking doors, 

Lavish floors,

Want Some carpet? Wall to wall,

Times I felt Soo small, next thing walking with giants Tall,

So too do I bleed, 

Grateful that I bleed, thus I know I am alive,

That even this.... We can survive,

Can't swim to save my life, 

But for this.... I would take a dive....

Deep end,

The spanner in the bend,

Post this? Labda ita trend,

Here to capture souls, atelast we on a roll,

Can I tell you you mean More?

HeICh

Ustadha, Labda, Subrah

OODA

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour, A robin redbreast in a cage, Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons, Shudders hell through all its regions” was how the poet and painter William Blake expressed it.

qadamawe

In dealing with present problems, which at the moment appear so overwhelming, let us, at the same time, do so with a clear eye to the future. Let us be far-seeing in our actions. There is no area to which this rule does not apply, and We would seek to apply it specifically, at this moment, to the problem of colonialism." - His Imperial Majesty Qedamawi Haile Selassie I

Selassie I

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Hatta Frasha

The following ain't no lie, I would hold you close, look into your eyes,
Leave you in a phase, no chance to lower your gaze,
I will traverse your mind,
See what's inside,
Clear to tell you're one of a kind,
Coz its like you are the Center between where my future and my past is,
Throwing my world off it's axis,.

hEicH

Bleed Jewel black

I sit back and bleed black into my journal of verses
It all began in the blackest blackness
She spins my world off its axis
She is either a maiden from paradise,  or a wonderful a wonderful actress.
The way our love burns through the mattress,
Out of the blackness,
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,
Her soul is a universe,  and a body an Atlas
Just by the snap of her fingers, or the tweek of her eye lashes,
I would cross the seven seas forward and backwards,
She said the future is as far as the past is,
And the present is presented as is,
And the present is Jahs's so you can only present yourself as his.
Be abound in his bliss

Heich

Live the life you love, Love the life you live,

“There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars