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Miasma II | Banters and Shutters, Blood and Ink, Thoughts and Clay…
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Banters and Shutters, Blood and Ink, Thoughts and Clay…. Poetry, My new found hobby 'photography' , maybe a little bit of politics and short stories… Promises to be interesting… See, You love me already.lol ;). November 24, 2013. November 24, 2013. When you look into the mirror,. And that stranger you thought you left behind stares back,. How you felt naked in his gaze,. How you felt shame despite the haze. They told you he was gone,. That he is now a fragment in the past,. And everything is anew. Inspir...
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Writer’s Block. | Banters and Shutters, Blood and Ink, Thoughts and Clay…
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Banters and Shutters, Blood and Ink, Thoughts and Clay…. Poetry, My new found hobby 'photography' , maybe a little bit of politics and short stories… Promises to be interesting… See, You love me already.lol ;). January 3, 2014. January 3, 2014. My muse is gone from me again,. She was true to her word,. She left after plundering my mind,. In the dark of the night. I put my pen to paper,. The words taunt me,. They sing a song that evokes nostalgia;. 8216;Boju boju oo’. 8216;Oloro n bo ‘. I see them,. Was r...
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June | 2016 | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. For Rebecca Masika Kasuva. Let’s assume it wasn’t flies. Buzzing all around you,. Let’s imagine it being children. Of mothers you saved but still had to die. With those children still inside them. Let’s agree to call you a light,. No, the sun, for heaven does know loss. Gloomier than darkness when you ceased to shine. You stopped counting at 22. And when you rose,. Puss and blood trickling your thighs. You showed us how to be strong. Enter your ...
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Appreciation Day | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. December 7, 2014. Hello guys. It’s been a while since I last dropped something here. My last piece might need some review (for the lack of a better word) but I don’t think I’d do such. Bucolics couldn’t teach you. That nature takes a course, beautiful. How come mother’s cry sears not your heart? That you vigorously furrow her loins? I’ve heard your chants, afar and loud. A broom palmed,. An umbrella held by your armpit. For a system that yields.
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Half truth | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. October 19, 2015. You’ve made it all the way. To the labour room of half truth. Wondering when you were conceived. On the bed of rumours, groping. Stuck in your mouth, looking for a way. Out of this mess. You’ve known these streets. That stretch down the abyss. For years. pioneering. The truth is exile. But you wouldn’t start hijrah. For the sake of thousands. Only to lay as dust or stone in the tongue of man. This is the bridge. June 28, 2016.
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Happy New year | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. January 2, 2015. Let me tell you of the gods’ wrath. And roar with laughter. While arbitrators abuse all they stand for. They clamor, angst heralded by rumbling clouds. And forth comes the rain. As we sweat and weep under it as it forms deltas, tributaries, channels. All watering the trees that these arbitrators grow. Mother’s breast sags,. Heavy with milk of wisdom. For her children’s thirst. That they may gulp. And see themselves shallow,.
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Carpe Diem I | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. December 12, 2014. I promised I was going to post romantic poems right? Well I do not know how these fit in that category but I’m hoping you guys enjoy it. Like you always do. Stonehenges in the shire. Far away in the shire. Where we etched our union. Birthed in the gallows. Of our tragedies past,. Into pegs and holes that fits. Stoked in the hearth. That once hosted embers. I’ve come so far,. You’ve come so far. To create us a paradise. Mann, u...
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phonicphoenix | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. For Rebecca Masika Kasuva. Let’s assume it wasn’t flies. Buzzing all around you,. Let’s imagine it being children. Of mothers you saved but still had to die. With those children still inside them. Let’s agree to call you a light,. No, the sun, for heaven does know loss. Gloomier than darkness when you ceased to shine. You stopped counting at 22. And when you rose,. Puss and blood trickling your thighs. You showed us how to be strong. Out of this...
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Thank you | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. June 30, 2015. Your mother tried to chew words like your father,. Her jaw stressed, her lips moved,. But her tongue was always the problem. She taught you but you never listened,. Never cared for her tongue’s intonation,. So she had to try your father’s. Tried she did, she still does. Although that’s how good she did try. Your mother always had money. Tied to her wrapper’s end as if she was staying prepared for Kutsiami,. Middot; June 30, 2015.
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Carpe Diem II | thoughts of a phonic phoenix
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Thoughts of a phonic phoenix. Thoughts ushered in silence…. December 24, 2014. When I thought about writing the poems i posted recently, I was going to ask some of you fine girls to be the cover for the poems, I didn’t but today I was bold enough and as a result:. With a face telling tales of faux. Hints at a smile veiled demon. No, that’s not her. I have lived and relive the daydreams. Is the reel to which I am wound. I do not care for bliss. If it’s not with you. The heavens would weep. And I like it.