There are moments whereby expression seems so far from being archived due to unexplainable feelings. One is trapped in a thought process that keeps rotating in the brain and needs a point that will have a similar feeling thus obtain rest. You and the rest can call this Home #Mi casa esu casa #El lobo Solitario
Friday, 10 March 2017
AM ALSO LOST
I am lost, kidnapped by thoughts to a world best known by various solemn moments.
I am lost, my presence ignored to a confused core of emotions.
I am lost, trapped in transition, a paradigm shift sadly look-warmness stares making me static in my decision making.
Do u feel lost too?
what is the first thought in your mind in this lost state?
I want a proper lifesaver to clutch on while i drown in a sea of no-mans-land...
I am in a fiduciary agreement with my mind to give me a map back to my former self.
#Am also Lost
#El lobo Solitario
#10th March 2017
Thursday, 2 March 2017
TENANT; HAPPINESS
There is great joy within my heart that I cannot explain, I
rather remain in this trance coz I don’t want to leave this specific feeling…
down my spine flows sparks of emotions that bubbles my sadness away and traps
me in a world of happiness. Many are the chains of peace, love and joy they
bundled me up in just a little while I realize that I don’t want to be free
from them.
An overdose of joyous feelings dominate my blood stream all
that blood cells are smile-shaped and all flow singing “Because am happy” and
the likes of “I feel good Tarararaara”. Emotions are now my best friend because I
can easily relate with them for they are not letting me down by any chance… as
a matter of fact; I have kicked-bye to ulcers that would have been brought my
dear enemy, Sadness.
This “house” is now under new management and
keep away for there are fierce dogs that bite in case of any disturbance…
warning from Dr. Happiness. Such are the documentations that are evidenced on
my face in case you or any other intruder would want to robe me off my Joy.
However, the biggest prayer is that my new tenant does not go bankrupt and
decide to give me away to those gangsters who I consider my greatest enemyA PERFECT STAY
The Lord knows the planz He has for us and He would want us to be one in spirit with Him. its same thing with thing with The children of Isreal who Yahweh knew there pathway and all the planz He had for them. He ordered Moses to take a census of the whole population, He wanted Moses to be aware of the number of people he was leading Numbers 1. He has revieled to us some of the thingz in His planz and we jst need to be careful to notice. Moses was given the same insight and he noticed it all. The Lord wants to walk with us and He wants us to be in agreement with Him... Amos 3:3 hence His revelation on His planz for us. Dear Broz and Siz, lets be hopeful and let our hrts nt be troubled. Shalom. know that He "Yahweh" loves more than anything. Stay be His side always and in the spirit
Thursday, 2 February 2017
TWO WAY TRAFFIC Part 2
I am unstable at the same time unsteady for am feeling a gap that I don't understand it's original between us... yet we have both come from very far away.
Let us meet like two grains or are they cereals; "maize and beans". and promise never to part... *Githeri*
# Two way traffic part 2
# El lobo Solitario
# 18th January 2017
TWO WAY TRAFFIC
I don't know how to love is, all I want is just keep talking to you, I wanna know how your day was, what you have eaten, if you are full. urge with you, hear all your theories even the ones that makes mine completely wrong.
I know it's not simple, I just think, no I really believe if you will be willing to continue this conversation with me... then we can figure the rest out not in silence but through a two way traffic; you speak I listen, I speak you listen. All in a mission to make things work
# Two way Traffic
#El lobo Solitario
#17th January 2017
I know it's not simple, I just think, no I really believe if you will be willing to continue this conversation with me... then we can figure the rest out not in silence but through a two way traffic; you speak I listen, I speak you listen. All in a mission to make things work
# Two way Traffic
#El lobo Solitario
#17th January 2017
Thursday, 8 September 2016
A FAULTY TOLERANCE GUAGE
I put on a brave face but am crashed, my inner core z messed up and choked by my cravings for a better response rate.
A serious situation that draws attention from all corners. I can no longer write nor draw nor sing yet those have been my strong points where negative energy z directed.
Sickness z an excuse I use to cover up my lows in my solos... my pheromones have reached the climax of romance and drove my head nuts.
Heart arches bring experience to a crazy point of view coz, scares and painful heart wounds make me long for my childish knee wounds which I now considered painless...
I have given in my all yet it's nt good enough. My tolerance gauge z running empty and all i need z a refill.
Taking the blame for all the faults could be a shortcut to me feeling better but a constant reminder will haunt to me stating that "you were right"
#A faulty Tolerance Guage
#El lobo Solitairo
#26th August 2016.
A serious situation that draws attention from all corners. I can no longer write nor draw nor sing yet those have been my strong points where negative energy z directed.
Sickness z an excuse I use to cover up my lows in my solos... my pheromones have reached the climax of romance and drove my head nuts.
Heart arches bring experience to a crazy point of view coz, scares and painful heart wounds make me long for my childish knee wounds which I now considered painless...
I have given in my all yet it's nt good enough. My tolerance gauge z running empty and all i need z a refill.
Taking the blame for all the faults could be a shortcut to me feeling better but a constant reminder will haunt to me stating that "you were right"
#A faulty Tolerance Guage
#El lobo Solitairo
#26th August 2016.
Sunday, 19 June 2016
A BIRTH OF A GIFT
New grounds be my destination after long safari from my home beyond the clouds. Cries of my fellow sojourners dominate our new temporary home "the nursery". Into a wild world not of my choice, eyes from left right and center in the name of blood relatives.
"Ooh! He so cute, can I hold him?" statements fly around the room. All I notice z an affinity that I have towards two big babies who I later learn they are my parents. I long and yarn for understanding when hunger creeps in.
The sight of angles no longer in place all I notice this black faces made out of clay... Growth slips in and with time over years my size increases and bust out of normalcy. Maturity z a disease that deprived me off the affection and sweet smiles i used to get. The face z not cute anymore on the other hand Hair on my face, a broken voice, zits on my face and an enlarged body... Aging z a reality and questions like "who will cry when i die? when z my departure due?" lingerer in my mind.
All my inner gifts are to remain as an impact to peoples lifes as a lasting impression. I wont jst be honest with myself bt with everyone who around me. So help me Yahweh.
#A birth of a gift
#15th June 2016
#El lobo Solitario
#inspired by my birthday...
to those that know me am a gift and a treasure to them.
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