Creativity, recording current history
Preferential steering, Though target is veering. Almost splitting seams, Rushing to catch the sun beaming. Capturing ceilings, develop Concealing, mental portraits Of what it’s about. Hypnotic feelings, rise, Ever leaning towards the unreal, Till she looses what was found. Hope, sometimes a euphemism for denial. Passing judgement in that, which is…
I lie between the sheets with her sometimes, She sounds my soul. When my mind was filled with pain or fear, She licks me clean as a fresh baked bowl. When I can’t hold her hand, I call for her in words untold. With telepathic expertise, she Navigates my folds. Till, like a flower, become…
I love the chase.
The sweat on my arms from the hunt,
Makes the taste of the meat amazing…
Gone off with my fantasies of you.
Without you.
? But I can’t seem
To gather, how serious you could be?
When I haven’t the chance,
to hear you talk to me…
A Pot Of Poetry poem for you: Fly.
My face has mountains and Valleys, lush, life giving terrain. Seeds latent, waiting for rain. You come to me, speaking in languages that I don’t understand until I feel them. But those are just stories I hear. First I must be silent inside. We must slice, from my temple down. On either…
A beautiful poem from Andika Poetry, Kyoespeaks. With Open Eyes.
Invisible fingers trace boundaries to our knowledge…
I have the opportunity, once a month to ask people what they think about Kenya. It’s an anticipated pleasure. I was surprised by how much we agree on. Last night, there was a coincident of a sentiment that has been bouncing around my mind with it’s resonance. Our politicians represent us, reasonably accurately. As a…