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I search for invisible things in the air hoping there is where you are, and where they are Sipping on empty things to wash down the entrapped errant despair and Piping all day, hoping this holy smoke carries to your deepestchambers whispers of my succumbing tender lungs with ultimate timeless love & care Pipe & cup all day long, to fill this limitless void caved inside, where sight has no glance not even when all those candles glowing around yourepitaph And the wild birds of air echo this long voiceless symphony from every alveolus, my assumption-less assumption assumes... I hope you are a phoenix... In the end, pleasing psychometric findings to be awarded, for every prayer never rewarded and answer for every obbligato question posed because the saddest ones always start with why?  and why after that why there seems to be no zed?  But its subliminal that’s why I don’t seem to understand... Evanescence is not a part of the fading flesh, never of the glowing spirit  Be …
Stay centered in the Tao for this is the beginning of everything known and that yet to.
Demi lovato

Sorry am not sorry Am savage You make a bad boy feelgood And a good boy feel bad Your long neck drives the white matter into a prurient frenzy And garrotes the grey matter with such phenomenalradiance If twas a game... pelota,emotions pizzicato Am in, this’ a Masters... and am a veteran So when this venomous thought sparks And the fire rages Don’t leave me burning Take the cylinder and put it out Or break the pump So I may burn down to ashesbeyond recognition over this nervous disposition eating me up like a worm I wanted a Picasso’s, a monalisa here you are, like you came from my dream the angel the other night am your parrot in the cage I’ll echo your voice each time you speak For this is an obsession And if they saw how your soul spoke to ma soul It will be like something they never seen A mirror in another mirror Would you tell thereflection? Perfect crime You steal and kill without a gun
She still
She still Dreams Of Good boys And grand weddings Of a person Who’ll rub her back And scratch her rib Slowly and sensationally all night long And all her infinite fantasies Are of a gentleman Who’ll carry her bag In the store  or to church  to bribe god  And one who'll bring her breakfast in bed in winter Candle lit dinners on summers  a million surprises in romantic of ambiances  and uncountable roses on uncountable days uncountable times too She still... wishes for a bad boy Who’ll never hurt her but cook for her and kick the fire out of her ass as the slow sounds of jazz eat up her soul as she feels his strokes throb erroneously in her aorta she still... prays for a good boy a little bad but sent from heaven just for her who’ll; do her garments when she’s heavy and the utensils too especially when she is on energy saving mode and make her some fresh mango juice as she catches her favorite opera she still... hopes to find the one who hits it repeatedly  like a mad intoxicated batman from Wichita eyeing the…

I hope this letter finds you in the best of moods that you may acquaint yourself with every word and emotion engraved in it and not trash it in the expensive bin the way you have always done to my blurred ambition. I won’t beat around the bush just as you don’t, and so through this ink I face you without a full stop of fear because now is now as there is never another chance to tell the truth. First I want to let you know I’m much and much more disappointed with you beyond measure or any other form of calibration or degree than the way you were disappointed with my Afro kinky hairstyle when I met you in the lift going out for lunch in a swanky hotel somewhere in town I guess. Hey pretty professor you still judge peopleby their looks? Oh damn… Is it your ego or doctorate trying to disapprove the old adage “DO NOT JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER”?Well I have no degree of my own I guess that’s what makes you see me as a senseless walking creature. But as I stroll o…
Parenting and parenthood

For long I’ve wanted to write about this but I remember that it’s a subject that I’m still a freshman to. With such timid knowledge and experience on the subject matter, I have always felt like a blind man leading those of similar sight as his because of the of the ocean ahead and the deepness of this ‘invisible’ trench. However that within has a way of finding its way out and mostly life must be lived without experience and for that matter we base our truths on knowledge apriori as clarified by Kant. It is this assertion that energises me as if I am holding a can of energy drink to my mouth even though I personally never feel energised after passing a pair of them down my throat. In my mid-twenties I sometimes feel like I have been too long around on this soggy ball floating in space. One thing that kind of scares (for lack of a better softer word) me is parenthood. Looking around I see lots of peers with little ones and others bellies heavy with life due in a…