TusomeNaOluh

Hello baby, It's been a while now Before I composed paragraphs for you. Lately, I have been around Being told of how roses are red and violets  blue And that love is only for two. But I hope that you have been okay And that my absence has not made you jump into other unnecessary conclusions and relationships. This time round I must admit I am an impressed fella and literally out of words maybe that's why it took me long to come up with this piece of literature You are a star, or maybe destined to be one, How you stay fly fighting gravity still is something that I can't fail to marvel at. Your smile is out of this world, it forms such beautiful curves and leaves me staring blankly at the beautiful photos you take. I heard them say that a relit ciggeratte never tastes the same, sure, they were right. But ever tried to re light  roaches in the morning ? Unexplainable level of high and thats really how you make me feel. I know that words alone aren't enough

I write, You notice, You assume, I get disconnected And curse. " It's hard to show love to a stone" of no worth it is  making love to a marble, Shinny and elegant, Only adapting to the degree of my loving when in the same room And nothing is the same when we hug and part ways. I write You marvel Share it to friends And say "That was master class" You find it hard to read between the lines. Not born for the art, so you wont relate Our connection is relative, Like an uncle to a niece It's hi when we meet and high time when we don't. I notice You care less I get disconnected I miss her But who listens? I refuse to build a foundation on a forced connection I don't want to end up losing myself when you finally slip away like she did. Please get tired, and let me try to win her love back. I write Get tired And hope That if tomorrow ever comes with the darkness it left with, Then I would sit and wait for her to come aroun

And, if yesterday was tomorrow, What would you have done differently? Would you write that which the mouth was even afraid to whisper? Be a little bit poetic and feed the world with feelings, Just like any other slave of the pen? If yesterday was tomorrow_ Would you let the sun set with your heart still hurting? Would you  still call men dogs Just because a few like bones like you do? If yesterday was tomorrow, Would you talk of how it never comes And sing, hoping that You finally became a star? Would you share the last piece saved on your diary? Or, you would just have written another piece to entertain the skeletons in your closet, those that really never come out? If yesterday was to come after today would you still be talking of a having gruelling day and still seat and swipe your gadgets all night long lost in the virtual world? If yesterday was the day after today, Would you still claim to ride with your friends, Would you still talk of them the same way? For m

Njanuuuaaaary,, please hold up!! We ain't even got our seatbelts on, or did the Michuki laws get relaxed? The month is moving fast, as if trying to disapprove those who say it has 69 days. Anyway, hope you  are as fantastic as you had wished on new year's eve. Being consistent is hard, more so when you are writer. Sometimes you feel like writing, but the inner self disassociates  with such imaginations, not because writing is wrong. No, because as a writer, you meet many people and you feel the urge to write after each encounter . So the inner self doesn't want those people to think that you are writing about them. That was the case with Doluh, too many things happening and writing about them would have given those people some degrees of entitlement that they shouldn't be having.  But guess what? Your G' got his groove back, too many words crying, trying to escape from the mental asylum. It will be speedy and bumpy, remember to have your seatbelts on. Bon voyage!

There is something about dreams and night, forget about day dreams, those are fantasies. Lets talk about night dreams,, and nightmares. Dreams do not just come through, reason they hardly come true I had a dream, not something close to Martin Luther or Marcus'. It was a dream that I had lived before and everything was in sequence. Si you know those dreams that you know how will end? Like the lyrics to your favorite artist's song? So in this dream, we are only two, and a large number of people waiting to be involved, from both parties. From my camp, no much expectation, i do my things low key, and they really don't know what is really happening . on the other camp, I dont know much about, for our communication is not physical, there is no personal space invasion so you really cant tell their reaction. In this dream, the intention is to make this girl settle down, not that she is jumpy or anything of the sort, its just because if I dont, another man will, and I will be on th

06:31 5/01/19. Woke up from my sleep a few minutes ago, thanks to these mosquitos that have proven that my blood is sweeter than water (read chaser) half woke, I stretch my hand for the socket, caressing my mattres softly and calmly that if it was some lady trust me that her first conversation with her friends would have been about it. Okay, those are fantasies and wishes, but its been long since I last saw horses leave alone camels, my friend Norman has always insisted that I write what I wished for, because I never experienced a thing, give that young man credits hata kama ni bamba mbao, he was right that one time. On the background is some dope spoken word by Ras Godisoh and this one line leaves me snapping saying kalii, he says, "utajuaje utamu wa lake yet unaoga kwa basin." I woke up thinking about a certain piece, "Don't trust a poet" and was putting the lines straight beore i could "chora" you know how these things go, I guess not. Before I c