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If a day were a year and a year a day What would your day be like? On day fifteen of this thirty day trip We eased off to reminisce our fifteen years Of self-assessment, of positives And more positives You can never have enough of positivity! But only if you believe in happiness from within, That pull and push that knows no nakedness I didn’t say you be naked! In public! But then what!? That impulse to do right for it is The right thing to do! And you do it! Just listen to that little voice of reason From within! Simple and pure! And on day sixteen through to yesterday We indulged in more ways to make us positive Including sexual healing! That feeling of fulfillment In all the right ways! I digress… So a thirty day month Of June; and a thirty day Tale Of truth, and nothing more Only felt right, and we did it, right I knew it was the right thing to do! And a day being a year! Only meant I give it to you On no other day but this one here! So yes; thirty da

As he thundered down the hall, Calling out names from a scroll; Confusion and turmoil filled the air! Earthlings scurry away, Burying they heads in graves Of blankets and linen, they hid away! Even the light bulbs felt this tremor Blinking scared; from white light to something Nobody cared to shed a light on! Terrifying! It was a rollcall! A daily routine just before bedtime To ensure all heads are accounted for! Once a name was called out twice Kid was too scared, forgot and swallowed his tongue! I still feel a choke, with that tongue still down my throat Morning came, chow time beckons In queues we lined and in silence we observed The arrival of the one, causing all grounds to tremble! Go dress up well, he thundered at Alphonce! His dressing game was ever on the low Always picking up a fight with mister you know who! Once he sew a shirt, a cardigan and a tie as one Just so to evade a pandemonium against his foe! As we waited for our lesson on rocks to ensue

As I move further low, Away from the source of my flow; Away from my icy form atop the clouds The path downstream, rocky and at times Extreme! Through forests, tall trees watch me go Feeding their roots with my juice of flow! Thunders strike me as the rains fall Filling my banks I overflow to destruction But the sun shines on me Makes me calm Bring me back; Back to my journey downstream! Gravity calls and so I fall; To magnificent scenes They troll to see! Power their houses or so they think Harness my volume in boxes of concrete! Am calm! Find my way out, and off I flow To your cups; and quench thy thirst! To your smoky mills; you turn me to grease! Though I never cease, to find my way Back to the stream Down I keep my flow! Despite my filth I find my calm Draw from the sun to keep me warm Downstream; I keep my flow! Met with foes across the brows; But behold, the sea unfolds Friend and foe we hold hands in awe! As the sea gates open to let me home. ©

Ever seen anything fire can’t fix? Not even life itself is irreparable! Fire; a reaction between charges causing sparks And heat, depending on how strong the bond To be broken in the particles involved; And even hotter when the particles are bonding In a reaction to create an even stronger element! Iron sharpens iron to have sharper iron But when iron is touched by carbon in a heated union! A giant is born! Industries formed Revolutions witnessed All in the name of steel! Touch! Where do you lead? You bring foes to the table Heat them together and make them stable Have them build towers and telephone cables To stay in touch! To break bonds and boundaries, Treaties in big cities signed As the world becomes one! Globalization!The birth of cooperation’s; And multinationals running the world with just, Touch! I need something more! Not just zeros, they only last as long; I need a touch closer to the heart For everyone to see more, Feel more, And take me home!

In all my attempts to stay happy In my highs and lows There’s one truth, hard to swallow! A cry and a smile; Both at the end of each other But either is a remedy to peace! Internal solace Medicine of the soul! Cry when hurt Smile when lit; And confusion when not sure; The worst place! Has no cure! Let the tears roll when I cry And wash down the pain Ready to once again try! Let the tears roll when I smile The soul needs this; It lasts more than a while! So in confusion, I smile! Smile at all that makes me weak For if it kills me notIt can never make me bleak! Smile at rejection; A foe is only so if they never saw, The truth in your smile! So I smile! Smile at misfortune; The bride I seek Rests behind the next door A long face and a knock Can only be a bore! So I smile! Smile at the deception; The world trails at misconception In situations full of confusion! I smile!Smile at hate; You can never have enough friends! Smile at love; This soul fathoms

She sits on the left he’s on the right On this bench, waiting for the right Time to be attended to! He turns left to confirm the time From the clock on the wall, Right above her left side of the bench; As she turns right At the nurse calling out a list of names! They are locked in glance; She tries to shy away But his lucid smile Brightens his eyes, She can’t stop to look right! He leaps to the left And moves closer to her side You have the most beautiful eyes! She listens in confusion! She thought the same of his!Her name is called out, Twice! As she snaps out and gets up That’s me! She utters! Then I shall be right here, Waiting a little more Till you get right back! Moments after she’d left He is called in to be attended to! She is back and trying out her new Reading aids! He smiles on returning to her! Shall we… He reaches out to her And offers a hand of courtesy She rises, as he takes off her glasses! They lock in glance! Still beautiful, Even w

What’s in a walk? And why do babies take their time to learn it!? So is it okay if I walk with a shoulder higher than the other!? Or that’s just me justifying my left-leaning walk! I pause! And ask again… Why do you care so much how she walks! How his walk has a bounce to it! And how his walk speaks tones!? And ow, about my left-leaning talk On walking; I think we are the same! Not with you, you just keep reading; Am talking of Dr. Xavier Him of the Xes! That movie with an X! His walk is inversely proportional To his X abilities! So he can’t think and walk straight At the same instance! That’s amazing and very confusing! Right!?I don’t know! Since I just used Dr. Xavier’s walk To indulge you in a talk On walk! Still confusing!? You should be We are talking about walking! Of how to swing some things That evidently lost the swing To that old school dance Used to lay your mum way back when She had her swing on! I digress… But sincerely How do you walk!? O

As I think of what to say What to give on this day A seven day count hangs on my head! We’ve gone through honesty and peace Humility and hope; but to appreciate, all we have Is the surest way to finding happiness! Lost in thought so from the past I sought To find any sort of remote idea To spark a thought! And there she was, beaming from the top! In a flowing dress inches shy off her shin Chaos of geometry colored her torso, Though trickling into a flowery synth Below her waist, fading down to grey! Her crown like her tone, dark and bold Curled, soft and shiny yet strong like her image, behold! Her heels slightly off the ground As she tiptoed softly but the ground couldn’t hold; The strappings clasping against her firm legs Crossing in symmetry to have a pattern of geometry! Hardly could she pass for the office type! But her demeanor was a giveaway; Heading for the time of her life, Though composed enough to know how much time! She could swing by a mall and go on

On a calm coastal afternoon She sweeps by; Wonders around for a moment Till she discovers an uncolonized spot She sits motionlessly Wallowing at the horizon beyond Trying to find the break between the sea and the sky far away! The soft wind blows sand onto her feet She is too taken away, she feels none of it Like mortar to brick The sand on her feet sticks With wind blowing tiredly Against her long half-sand-sunken legs To a pattern of brick on mortar! Skewed in many ways But a wall seemed clear as day!She snaps out and lays a mat on the sandy ground As though a mason lays his slab bound in place by steel She lies there lost! Yet again, into the blue of the clear sky! Counting the sun rays to no avail Only glare everywhere stares sharply! The walls are raised high Almost to the sky Till she notices A missing roof! A crown, a tiara… To honor the majesty of this magnificent scenery! Thatching works well, this heat is harrowing Straws of reed with a touch of bur

A child learns by mostly observing; Picking out the norms from the abnormal, From what its surrounding has. He who learns not from his mother, Has the world to screw him! Or so goes the saying! But at times we need the world more. A lioness will always shield the cubs from everything, Till time proves otherwise, When the cub comes of age! The paws of the mum become of little help, When a new king ‘Fusa’ takes throne. And so it goes, that older cub starts its life journey Going through hunger pangs And rejection from other prides away from none that he knows! Meeting new friends who chase him For trying to take what’s theirs Hardship becomes its norm Until an old Fusa beckons retirement! Meeting new people is not a punishment It is life’s way of teaching you About the world Cruelty and rejection Can make you king if you take it well So allow critics to a have a field day What is the worst that can happen anyway!? People. ©Krv_200616

Today I moved a mountain Not literally But in my mind Always finding an empty valley In my mind and laying ground We always grapple over who the tenant is But it kept pulling that silent move Of laying quiet and not mentioning a word Oh no! it’s a mountain! But it was encroaching in my mind!? I had to do something So I took a coin And placed it on the train tracks And watched the train Smolder it into a tin It felt good! Seeing that coin become one With the tracks Really felt fulfilling I had always wanted to do it Since I was a kid But something kept pulling me back Till that drag built a mountain of doubt in my mind! But now am free Free to take up other mountains In any valley anywhere These challenges! Always make you better So take up your coin And watch it get smoldered Into a tin! ©Krv_i190616

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BMI is Body Mass Index For today we change the pretext To Body Mind and I Where I; like for iPhone From Apple, stands alone And who did Apple by giving them A bitten fruit? Surely it’s not Eve That should’ve been two bites Or more since Adam did a number too! I digress… But I that stands for myself Yourself and other self’s out there The, I inside you that tells you what do Wrong or right it is always up to you My Body, Mind and I Need to live together for us to stay high On top of everything that comes by Loops and fiery hoops for us to pass through And come out in the last end feeling fly So good food for the Body, More books for the Mind And loads of exploration That’s all the Soul asks for Not bundled up inside I I should live Healthy For the Body, Mind and I To stay fly. ©Krv_180616

My sweet sixteen is gone Don’t get me wrong She was here yesterday Plus she is under age So get your thoughts out the gutter And let us speak about what is right Done right Since it is the right thing to do That never gets old, Doing right! So tell me about how it feels To walk inside a gorge On empty feet. Walls all shiny from the alluvial marble Can’t touch yet, I can only marvel At how something this oldStill looks this bold And beautiful So I keep walking further in along the silty wet floor Warming my feet with every inch down this abyss Any flowers!? No, just marble! I need something to take to the core That soft spot warming this gorge No! it’s just air, only air warms this hole As the path grows narrower With every step I take lower! The marble walls start to melt As I slithered off the now slippery floor I need to catch a breathe So I dash back out and put on some skaters I have to get to the core! Plus the floor is going soft on me. Last time we

That feeling of a baby peeing on your shoes And smiles back at you That feeling of picking it up And looking at it in the eye And it’s still smiling back at you That feeling of talking with your teeth tied in harmony Since its mommy is only a room away from the two of you That feeling of wanting to throw it away But you still carry it anyway Why-Don’t Babies come with a Bleep!? At least for the few years it still can’t speak! Eh! Did I hear someone else with me here? Yes, right here! That feeling of doing something for it is genuine Plus it’s just a baby! What does it know? But a bleep would really do more I mean, am just saying! That feeling of doing right Since it is the right thing to do! And you do it, Right Since it is the right thing to do! So take off your shoes It is the right thing to do Plus it’s just a baby And it is the right thing to do You are also just a growing baby… Can I hear drumrolls!!!! And a Chinese Horn We all need to ease the toot of

It’s been fifteen days Since we heard Echoes of Mercy, Whispers of Joy And to which we learnt to Fear Him alone So we asked! Are you afraid of being alone in truth? On day two… Where we learnt that honest tales Are Tales that bind, so we woke up on day three In a place A rare place The one space I seek solace My place of Gold My place of peace Then we were swept off the flooded roads to A village far away On the fourth day Here we met A lad with a dreamWho kept hoping for better days! But no, you are not alone On this fifth day Am that younger self of you That humble kid that only wanted the best So we kept hoping for another day A sixth day And a girl told us Her pain Of how she had to be a woman to her father But she learnt to Forgive and live free As we rested and thought You wake up to her cry She loves it when you touch her Swipe her dress to ogle at her lingerie On this seventh day as the rest of the world They troop in masses to pin their not

What I kept is lost What I gave out is mine forever For it grows through others all over Finding its way back in ways I can never give words to Through people that I seldom talk to By giving me this and that I feel am blessed too Like a teacher Richer in knowledge But when her student from long ago Pulls over and assists her with her overdue credit She is not just pleased by it She is fulfilled Happy For playing a part And nurtured this fella A respectable member of her society A pity, teachers never get rewarded for their toil It’s a calling, a noble call That everyone Must answer! In more ways than this one Teaching is about sharing your knowledge Not just to get an edge Or maybe get ahead Of the pack of hounds behind you But to bring them closer To you! Away from the shadows Into the light that shines ahead of you. We need more people to see the light And stop lurking in the shadows of not knowing! The air up there is pretty cold Having people around

Well-manicured gardens with fountains flowing Into the Lillied ponds, home for the double-horned fishlings Wide pavements covered in brushed slate stone With trees meticulously arranged on either sides A walk through this sure felt heavenly and a ton more This went on and on for a hundred acres a lot more Into the horizon With a mansion built of hard timber To carry the massive pagoda A fortress An Emperor’s palace In a land far away into the sunset Scarlet and purple donned the interior With an occasional gemmed chandelier Dangling freely off the artsy ceiling Royalty Everything well placed, it was pleasing Maidservants bowing respectfully As the Emperor’s son leaves for a journey To a land where the sun rises He probably got fed up of the sunset! So he wanted something more As he walked through the campus corridors During an orientation tour A professor paused and sought to know What was it that impressed him most in this far away land! Well the shape of your

What do we call an eleven sided figure? A geometry student to his teacher to figure Hendecagon And a twelve sided? Dodecagon But I hardly expect anyone to ask that of you at this stage Since the figures go on as the numbers come of age For now simply stick to the first ten Any further simply use n-gon Where n is the number of sides you seek As the teacher scribbles ‘Hectogon/ Centagon’ To mean 100-sided polygon As he exits the class and gone In all his brilliance, He never found the exact material to quench his thirst Thirst for knowledge. Remember his call from that soothing charming voice The call girl from yesterday!? Yes, Day Eleven it was… This is him taking on his day A strong believer in imagination A teacher Just what is needed to build a nation! But what do you do when imagination takes you to places untold? Places you cannot fathom, places only left for the old Since age gives you the sense of wisdom Wisdom to understand your surrounding And discer

The phone rings Anonymous caller! I never pick up such But this feels right, alright Hello… It’s a soft voice, am calm, she keeps talking And talking but I hardly notice her I got lost in her soft tone, soothing it was till she muttered ‘blow!’ My bubble of thoughts goes poof! It’s the call girl I spoke to earlier, oops, forgot about that one She’s back with a scroll and seeks to know what I want done! Sorry I got lost in the middle, could you… No worries, I got you She sings through her scroll once again as I get lost yet again I feel a little sweat trickling down a crevice that hardly sees sunshine And ask! What’s your name? Sorry… I wish to know more about you aside from what you have for me She giggles and tosses back a better deal You go first! As I scamper to get my ID since am not sure who I really am, At this time! Kinky! No no no! She mumbles Not your name, dummy, your handle! Huh! We talked for quite awhile About everything and nothing too Of how fa