George Likuu

As I lay there this morning...
In my moment of awakening...
I had a quick flash of sadness...
I was not with my future...
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Red, green, yellow, white...
My Dreams are of you at night...
As ice and snow chills me...
Thoughts of you warm me...
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Today, the sun stood tall, the wind blew strong, the rain fell hard, and darkness of night washed away today...

Tomorrow it will happen again, it may not rain, it may be hot. It may be foggy. But, the night will wash away the day... Every night...
The next day is a new day... a new beginning... every morning... an opportunity to smile...
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Red, threads I tread...
We switch, we stitch...
I take a gander as you meander...
Woven strands, blowing sands...
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Sweet.
Sweat.
Sweet.
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Well up my eye…
Drip on my frown…
Thy Laughter is my master…
Your sadness my madness…
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Consumed inspirations
Buoyant dreams of sinful desires
Fortunate smiles
Blissful silence
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1208 days,7 hours and 33 seconds ago you crossed my threshold to the unknown subsistence of lust, sinful desires, gratuitous smiles and fantasy driven diversions from life…
What brought you to my door? Curiosity? Lust? Sadness? Loneliness? Me?
I remember the days hours and seconds preceding our commencement… I wanted to run as far as the end of the world… As your car pulled up my stomach became a volatile pot of bubbling anticipation… My heart raced with fear and excitement of what would become of the next…
Bubbles, heartbeats, sweating, weakening knees! 'WHERE CAN I HIDE? ' RUN! !
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Life can be great...
Times can be cruel...
We never know tomorrow...
Until its here...
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If I say to you tomorrow, lets run to the sun, we would be one...
If you say to me tomorrow, lets walk to the sun and have fun...

A life so full, yet an empty weeping heart of mine...
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Forsake my Love, I will not...
I am your suitor in love, lust and life...
Divine is your silence...
Delicate and true...
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What drives my heart to predicted sadness?
Dreams of emptiness...
Days of indignant, self authored conclusions...
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Happy New Year...
To a woman so dear...
Her smiles warm miles...
She looks like fine flowers...
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Woke up this morning...
Felt for my love...
Found my old shoe...
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