Love doesn't just stop

The world doesn't have to change,
Human nature knows no exchange,
And that's the thing,
It ain't a bee sting,
No cure for this cop,
Coz love doesn't just stop,

How do you blame someone for beautiful teeth,
Even if they were a labyrinth,
Trophies are impressive,
And so are struggling antidotes an additive,
Listen to your heart, the beat is hip-hop,
And love doesn't have to stop,

Killing the one good thing going,
The proof is in the pudding,
It ain't no Spanish lullaby,
But poetry too does serenade a broken passersby,
Love was made for me and you, so take my heart and don't let it drop,
Coz my love for you doesn't just stop.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4dJEwLu0xg&feature=related
JUST FOR U MRSM

A Bake of Bliss

Pure bliss has never been better than this slice of cake i had. Next will be photos of having another slice of it with chocolate custard. :)))))

Many more delicacies with poetry.

The only way we communicate

I write, because my life needs saving. Am saving it myself, no one's in here, just me. Am a patient open on the table and the surgeons left me there and walked out. Belief that God is going to take care of me. I know it sounds frightening and extreme, but that's just about it. Surgery is extreme, people cut you open and they have to close you up, but frustrated scholars my friend don't. The splendid part of life is that a scalpel does not tag along with it, or we'd be open all the time because everyone gets frustrated. But they forget that a scalpel never gets the opened things back, they just loose the patient. Although some get lucky especially when God walks in and brings His own version of surgery. Unique, no one gets to understand but the patient gets to see loads of passing days, alive, strong and healthy. See, when you are used to running, think you can handle people walking away pretty well.

Are you an independent thinker?

Its 2012 and guess what? Its the same old same old us, not unless you are prepared to become an independent thinker. This is the year that the U.S.A votes and so will Kenyans and perhaps other countries. Now, what determines who we vote for, is our independent thinking. So far I've had friends who vote for a leader their folks vote for or have been voting for "like forever". Have we ever been our parents? The answer is no. Have these people we votes for ever worked for us as individuals or as a community? How have they done that? Sad to say that i have friends who vote for a leader because they are the leaders their parents have chosen. Even the arguments they pass across are the exact words uttered and argued by their folks. We forget that at one point the umbilical cord and come up with our own beliefs, definitions, ideas and guide generations to come. That is why the youth are considered the leaders of tomorrow. I am who i am not because my father or mother is, but because it makes sense to me. Are our educators to blame for this as well as our parents. I say, yes to some level and here is why. The primary goal of the educator is to ensure that the students develops independent thinking skills. They then will be able to apply these skills everywhere. We will not always expect our parents to make our decisions once we progress to adulthood. Parents should even train their children to think independently therefore just in case they are not around. It is because individuals have personal opinions, experiences and thoughts as well. What suits one should not necessarily suit another. Not all students listen to their teachers but the technique the teacher uses would really help in boosting or challenging the student's independent thinking. One thing about the Western part of the world is that it has fostered independent thinking. Why they are where they are today in terms of development of the individual and even the community, is because of how they have bred independent thinking in their societies. Am hoping you as a person, you are who you are today because you think independently. Such thinking even improves many of the students cognitive abilities. Try it, think for yourself, ask the right questions and the right answers will be next door. i just read the five ways of developing independent thinking from the site here http://www.pickthebrain.com/blog/5-ways-to-develop-independent-thought/ and learn more on this. am sure once you follow these steps you are sure to see things from a brighter perspective, vote for a leader who makes sense to you and not your folks.

Surely, it is KENYANS4KENYA

As words matter, tweets come in smarter,
@ahmedsalims, a tweep with tweets of substance,
To me and many, we wake up today to a Kenya that is not the same,
Because of the spoken tweet,
The handy Safaricom Foundation, KCB Foundation,
The Media Owners Assoiciation of Kenya and the Kenya RedCross Society,
All got underway with a humanitarian initiative,
Social media kicked in and helped spread the spoken words in their refined dexterity,
Deloitte with other auditing firms provisioning their services,
In making sure that Kenyans' funds don't find wrong feet for the right shoes,
We are grateful to those who dared to be great,
And find a remedy for their fellow countrymen,
Even Bobby Collymore saw fervor to be Kenyan for a day,
That in its own self is powerful,
May God reward Kenyans,
For we had a theory and it brought out our character,
by adding helping hands at the end of our own arms.

The way it is?

In winter, even when you bundle up, a cold shoulder can freeze you out. Sometimes a ray of sunshine reigns in and gives us hope, but on the upper east side, the slipperiest of ice, is usually right in front of us. Paranoia could actually save your life, why? Because when it doesn't work out you cannot just stand up and leave. Even the good has a dark side, it targeted yes, but it wasn't being nice, it just missed your heart.

THATS JUST IT!

They say its easy to forget your troubles when the weather is warm, but all it takes is one foul breeze to blow reality on your face. He who sews the wind, weaves the storm. All tourists go home and so do all dreamers wake up.

AM DISAPPOINTING YOU, CAUSE YOU DISAPPOINT ME

I wake up today to disappoint you,
Yeah, there, I SAID IT!
You brought this disaster to us,
And since you are my sister,
I never again have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective,
You and him a band of character,
You picked your responsibility,
And yet still this child on a merry-go-round sees no mother to wave to,
No kiss goodnight,
How does it feel to get an update on your own kid?
You have a new theory that makes your heart walk outside your body,
The man you call a husband,
The man who chaperones your abilities,
One of you should be able to report to duty,
But the child's register marks absents,
So you find a substitute to replace you physically,
You forget, a child is not only reared socially, emotionally,
But financially too,
So Your substitutes demand,
Your so-called "FAIR SHARE",
While you and your man just sit there!
Wish we could have some bucks to spare,
For they are our own too,
You are disappointed in you,
We are disappointed too,
For there is much you can do,
Your children are your corporation,
Responsibility is to you the shareholders not the retirees,
This plan you executed instead of amending it, you expand it,
You have killed your dreams,
And you are injuring more,
Its your fault,
You have messed up,
Face up,
God's constitution has a "Bill of Responsibilities",
The final folly is to think that something fundamental to your welfare,
Should be taken care for you,
You wanna know why these times are not the best for you?
Because you do not consider your responsibilities your own,
Stop saying that it got lost, about sanity,
Simply say it like it is,that you lost it,
Find it, for you are their mother,
they will have no other,
That man you call comfort is nothing but a pyramid scheme,
Its a 50/50 win or lose situation,
But your children,
God invested them in you,
He's got your back on this one,
Keep in mind that parenthood is easier to get in to than out of,
And for now,
Am done disappointing you with my words,
Write to you soon.

An Offshore Account

All by oneself,
An incoherent gulf,
When you are done,
When the wind blows just for fun,
A Nazi sympathizer,
A tornado appetizer,
And just like the wind you follow the scent,
This tweet is not yet sent,
Close enough to launch hostilities,
Turning tables it is,
Cause you shouldn't let it,
Fix your esteem a plate of cheat,
Its your duty not to substitute,
Simply wear a cloth that the launder sees you suit,
Look into the mirror and see through your true insights,
You are who you are whether you are wrong or right under the lights,
Don't settle for less,
You just have you to impress,
Change, get a nose job, but that won't change the way you breathe,
You'll still feel the same earth beneath,
Somewhere only you know,
Not just your birth place but its where you grow,
A passing wind,
Needs no crazy diet to unwind,
Its just an offshore account,
Its not necessarily what makes you count.

Hail to the lady with a Doctorate hat!

I watched u deny me my rights, yes, i watched u rip my esteem apart, yes, i watched u help those whom ur time found worthy, yes, i watched u enjoy ur gym allowances with the money ma folks wired the school, yes, i watched u ignore ma hand right up to earn class participation points, prior to instructor-student relationship we have never brushed shoulders, but ur eyes scream spite, but rumour had it that back home it was a bizzare premise, so u choose to land on me, did u find peace then? U shut a door of blissful degree but u gave me the power to do away with a dormain of decrees.
Sincerely, student.

Continuation of societiziller!

Lets accessorize this mediocre society that dares to decapitate sanity,let the powerful intoxicate the best forgetting that not even a wise man is wise enough to be trusted with unlimited power in a society with unlimited impurities. A university is simply a small government; legislative,executive and judicial. Citizens as well as students have rights. But hail to the campus corruption that breeds its existences from the office docket to the lecture halls. The show of might there is at its best, they cough, the youth trembles, its no act, but life is in play. The youth has to find a rug to mop their sweat, or rally with losers for there is no pardon, immunity or utmost protection. Even power's peers conform to her constitution. The youth's right to polls ends in disarray, they get a pack of velvex tissues to wipe away their tears and blow their policies out of their noses and a white wash on the table is for cleaning their damned editorials. Power speaks and its word! She is the system, can't fight her or scorn her, just obey her thrust, for it is protocol. These very institutions which give birth to the serial Onyanchas, the greedy politicians and the driven sonkos, the religious Pattnis, the anti-Mututhos and many more unrealized talents. They simply corrupt a youth, just because he thinks different from them, raising questions on their compitency which nobody dares question, the same institution meant to mould the youth not to embrace the damnation of sane policies. Hilarious how society has a thing for these very old cultures, they even avoid the implementation of a new culture, fresh thoughts that seek virtue instead of power, allowing the inevitable extinction of democracy in our institutions, the architect of decay. Change my men, calls to eradicate what is familiar and subtley secure. The act of a mentor to invade the only one corner of the youth's universe that they find fresh air to breathe reason suffocates progress. It all results to a youth with a growth that is relative and a blind adoption of a system which is dogmatic that stops our green growth. Life is a process and we never stop becoming for that is the essence of life. A fresh green reason for power is that the art of pleasing consists of being pleased. Thats just a tear from the cries of a youth in a corrupt campus.

Again, what am i writing about?

Okay this life full of brilliance, wait...am not yet done with this sentence...society's brilliance in defining failure and success...the unpardonable crime and all-redeeming virtue....respectively! Society tends to forgets that you cannot keep a good man down.....that a good man leaves the land of his ease and moves to the rough county of his insight. He tells himself that it is good to be lost for it makes routing note concealed paths. We all know how the self is far much distant than any star. How we reach it you may ask.....When we encounter other people we happen to meet ourselves and are left not only learned but wise as well. So let not society with mediocre mind critic, for success and failure are unfinished journeys full of sign posts and no known destinations and thats a fine tradition right there for man survives it.

ADE A TRUE BROTHER

Ade, his wall so thick,

You couldn't hear it crack,

These quarters of tender,

Stands a smooth operator,

Brother from another mother,

Designed for diverse sisters,

And fond brothers, no haters,

A chap who works to beat the system,

Respected from a distance,

Admiration, a status away,

His pillars, loyalties, and relationships,

True uncommon virtue never slumbers here,

A little haven of refuge from the world,

A friend who honors without envy,

A smile without motive,

Am sure once in a while,

His opponents honor him for being the amazing intellectual,

Affirmations of a certain defiant faith that paid off,

He who chooses upright competence over tainted wealth,

The biggest lesson i want to share,

That i have learnt from this mysterious novel,

Is; "whatever you are, be a good one."

For its never about what you lost,

But what you have left.

DAYS AND DAYS

Do you know how petite a fine calendar day can be,

With the odor of bruised silence,

Asking for impossible freedom,

From the pain, better than the alternative,

What makes us special in lines of attack,

Touchy not knowing what else is going to rip us apart,

Lucky if it acknowledges us on its way out,

Each day begetting new disturbing revelations,

Like taxes, constant,

Year after year, breathing so sickly.

IN LOVE WITH YOU ALL THE TIME, BUT JUST LET ME BE ME.

My will gets weak,
The world is too fragile for people to be fictional,
There is too much at stake,
And life is too short to be aboard of that,
You want to say i wasted my heart?
We don't love the people we love because they are perfect,
We love them because they are,
There is no pundit with logical consistency in love,
Generic and lame,
You can pick on me at will,
Do not mythologize me though, for am very ordinary,
Forgo your editorial my dearest,
My colors never seem to grow fainter,
Tragically tangled, for am not secure in my skin,
Let me mature in my own terms,
Can be nauseating, but it would edge tough times for us,
The hardest thing tough, is knowing when to give up,
I watch you power through life, the dame tri-factor,
A sparrow on the roof, pondering high skies,
Appealing and young not only with looks but at heart too,
A delight plays a tune so that my lyrics would current in,
Making me feel like this world was lucky to have me,
And that is okay not to forever and a day, be strapping,
To rise above when the dreadful living checks in,
On the mornings, when you wake up feeling like a letdown,
In the only obsession you have worked hardest in your life,
Not ditching when i go through a rough patch,
Made loving you the correct thing i have done so far in my time,
And i still stand still by you, in love with you all the time,
So make my days, just let me be me.

THE PARAGRAPH OF SILENCE WRITES DEEP

People in pain,

Trailed by silence,
Paragraph their words deep,
Statistical short commas and fullstops,
Certain as calculus,
Simply overwhelmed by fear,
Stand by the belief that the truth is theirs,
The belief that they are indeed the ones at war,
Society measures their brains as deficient,
They detect a new kind of danger, a dirty bomb,
Yet to the silent, the concept of risk is fertile,

Unlike the noisy rain, the silent sweaty summer is subtle,
And society persists, sees no margin to kill silence,
Yet along, they wither wisdom and slaughter sanity,
And then roots the flower of dramatic irony,
Society stops silence from speaking of the stricken storm,
Scared of the permanence of change, while they asked for it,
Denying their own word while they spoke it with poise,
So let silence be, the indigenous tribe,
Like laboring against our own therapy,
Muscle the force of the lips, and not inflict speech with injury,
For silence is golden.

Frienemity

After tears of joy from the sweetness of consolation,
then came my being given the back seat with confirmation,
silence walked hand in hand with the viscous hand of the evil ministry,
close friendship was simply the opening of the school of self-inflicted complexity.

Wordy, my makmende...

Wordy, wordy, wordy....
Wordy u made me ready,
For my wordy imaginary friend,
You came to me as a God send,

The siren that shouts: silence is golden,
Serene like a fresh tulip in its youth,
Yet you are taken so far, far that i can't even touch the tip of your fingers,
Your aging thoughts exhaust your youthful thoughts,
And brew sedated thoughts,
Wordy, the makmende that is,
I want not to let be the makmende that was,
For the era screams Wordy and youtube better recognize this hero!

Wordy, my makmende...

I named him Wordy

Unspoken wordy, yet he speaks alot,
Quiet but full of surprises,
Never sensitive towards slavery,
Like a popular new treatment,
Not ready to play nice,
All his wars must be won,
Works to break every new player,
Thinks he can stop bullets,
I think he is dealing,
Legit medical reason,
Cause every compliment sounds like an accusation to him,
He thinks, and thinking sucks,
So he stops being wordy, thats his plan,
But i know he has a good heart,
I hope though, he cares for the truth,
He is broken in silence,
Yet his hallo is hi, only longer in words, though still short in intension,
His propensity of screwing things up grew instead of his desire to have fun,
Wordy, the ending to the wordless story, no stories,
Never acknowledges failure, or move past it,

Wordy tries not to be a jerk, but he still is work.