John kago

I sit in my favourite spot
next to a budding pine, behind the house
it is a beautiful night, as I gaze upon the stars
they push all my thoughts away
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some tell of of a god of rage,
his black inhuman heart pulsing,
seething forth into our very veins,
feeling up our very hearts with,
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I am gray, in between black and white of dear society.
Its not with heavy heart,
for sweet mother's sweat and tears fight to give me all she never had
thus back home they envy, wish of similar chance
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We yearn for purpose,
for something divine.
we burden with choice,
for something to define
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His hand falls to his back pocket
pulls out a grubby crooked piece,
it balances between his lips
as his right reaches for the light.
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I think
nothing so beats the thrill
of an idea brought to fruition.
the very act of the minds spark, of design overall
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The dark sweeps over, silence its partner
two men of opposite ends toss and turn
their minds in turmoil, their bodies tired, their souls restless.
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We are all free,
wise words from my history class.
thus with ambitious zeal and fervor i set,
to grant my true hearts desires
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I sat by the river on a clear day
felt the cool water play with my feet
that's when I met rocky
oval shaped, so smooth
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Silent partner who is within
you who has been here since my very first heartbeat
you who has counted my every breath
you who remembers my every dream
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It's odd he never asked for more
since he moved into this humble room
white plain ceiling
for all the times he lost himself
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I found myself in a world that forever rains
unending drops of cold fall
take away any warmth I had, when I stood tall
the unfolding dark fog stings, my eye strains
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I want to carve my name out in history
in all adoration and glory
to be remembered, for generations unborn
and deep in my heart, let true price be borne
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On dark days such as this
I stand on the edge of my cliff
look down on the world as
humanity hustles and justles
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Woke up with an aching headache, and sour taste again
too much drink, too much froth, is this thy fountain?
is this the place, where I have come to rest my tired limbs
from a journey so rugged, from a path so steep.
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there's this memory that still lingers,
as a child I did so pester my dear mum,
for a truly fine red toy car, I'd seen my playmate with.
such dire tantrums and fits I did throw,
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here I sit on my desk, once more.
its a peculiar habit, but i find it peaceful
maybe its the feel of my legs,
swinging freely, sweetly concluding the days rugged walk.
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may this road I walk never be too steep,
may it never descend into the rugged crevice of insignificance,
may expectation's light never be too bright to blind,
nor too dim that I lose sight.
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Can you remember our old spot
by the railway tracks, cool and secluded.
we found a place so serene, where we
laid down our smiling masks,
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and time did stop,
with a click of this befuddled pocket clock.
my ruthless master,
the heralded king on existence's throne,
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