Words Much Like Poetry

Sometimes we seek to complicate the simple, and build an enigma to the simple words from the soul. What could be more beautiful than the sincere and earnest expression of affection? Without you life is incomplete. You're my whole world, and all I cherish. You will always be the heart in me. From now, until the end of days, your arms will be my home. The sweet smell of your skin, the soft touch of your lips, the sparkle in your eyes. You are unforgettable. The fights, and the past is all forgotten because the love I have for you, erases all the bad that's happened. I want you to know that I love you, with a love that transcends reality. The depth of what I feel, is beyond this inadequate expression. I can't wait to spend forever and ever with you darling. Written by Trisha

of blue and green, grey and brown, red and white, my city of colours photos taken by Antony Kamau Nairobi City, Kenya. The most beautiful city in the world!

to say I valued you would be a lie to say otherwise would be untrue from among chaos you found me a broken toy unloved and abandoned squeaking aloud but swallowed by imperfection and you made me feel valued once more you I did cherish, though I did not fall for you I was grateful but your wish I could not grant you you fixed me and I could not be as benevolent to you I loathed my inability to rise above my prejudice to say I cared enough would be a lie to say I abandoned you would be untrue the toy you fixed is broken again lost among the dust of destitution a crippled doll limping to desolation a lost plaything in the dark of a deep closet

she had treasure, housed in a beautiful box it was a music box with words of melody there was always a gleam of ivory, before the melodic led to precious she lent me this box, and I could touch the ivory I could feel the beauty of the treasure box so precious the music treasure box the box was smooth and velvet and the treasure, she showed it to me I heard it when I touched the pretty box I have not forgotten the sound from the box the box whose music was the treasure

upon six gems we struck a covenant, to be as one among the chaos of our youth to bond our hearts of jade and azure, to an unlikely perfect graft a mystic of sentiment you were a chestful of gold-lings and shinies the sparkle at the summit of passion found the gentle whisper of a diamond brook but your brilliance hid the crack in your refraction a weakness you hid to preserve my integrity and as you slowly splintered, I motioned you make house with me you slowly lost your luster and I shuddered in silence as deep down I knew, the Gem Maker was calling you home at the failing of shines, we made our vows the imprint of our eternal memory, and the band of six jewels a testament to our union you were broken and I could not mend you and I tried to shine brighter for the both of us but I could not fix your center and you gave up your last light in mine hands image created by Antony Kamau

"We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

to the sainted woman who stands upon the shores of her misconception, and hurls disparagements, guised in canons, for the path I have chosen, I say, "here is my deficiency, my destitution, my dissonance; here are the scars that I carry with pride and resolve, gained of the many battles waged; I survived, though not as you perceive, but with tender heart intact, ever and always the subtle victor."