A dreamer, of curious mind with his head high up in the clouds as they come. He believes he is on a journey, picking up pieces of meaning as he treads on. Lets share, well what've you got. more »
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John kago Poems
Fare thee well
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
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
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
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.
On dark days such as this I stand on the edge of my cliff look down on the world as humanity hustles and justles
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
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
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
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
Ropes of life
We are all free, wise words from my history class. thus with ambitious zeal and fervor i set, to grant my true hearts desires
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.
I think nothing so beats the thrill of an idea brought to fruition. the very act of the minds spark, of design overall
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.
We yearn for purpose, for something divine. we burden with choice, for something to define
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Fare thee well
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
only a vast sea of shining twinkles in my dark beautiful night.
I trace your face with these shiny dots
you smile down at me
its true, I cant forget you, all our memories
our chats, our laughs are forever.
now were worlds apart, you up there and I here
miles and miles, but still I see your light
frustrating for I understand
some of us were meant to find happiness
some of us were simply meant to find ...