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Richie Kirui

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Kenya
Kenya
I like to think my imagination is so twisted it's almost sprained
May 3, 2019
 

KICK UP A STORM INTO THE STARS
There's a very good chance everyone's birth coincided with the birth or death of a star. A timestamp of celestial energy with the imprint of a god. A soul. Infinity allows every possible outcome to be correct. Time creates order in the chaos of infinity.
The ground shakes when Atlas sleeps,
Body clouds mind, flesh clouds spirit,
The universe races against its decline to chaos,
Every little bit of order costs more chaos than it's worth,
But the joy of life is in beating the odds,
That's what keeps you going, that's hope
Even when everything seems to be be a hoax,
It's the only thingy you can take from Pandora's box

DON'T GIVE A FUCK
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July 30, 2018
 

Bright sunny fields, warm summer lakes,
Salty crystal seas, bright blue open sky,
Life after stormy life, it comes right back around,
The world's a big theory, only so much truth to go around,
Feed your curiosity, flesh it out,
Fail hard, fall hard, love hard,
We don't have all the answers,
Oh honey there's no right way,
We'll be right back here again,
With all the flesh memories erased,
With a little of the flash memories of past lives,
And wonder where you've met before,
Familiar stranger.

TRUSTING ONE ANOTHER
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December 2, 2017
 

Keep a good head on your shoulders and be comfortable in your own skin. Wear your individuality everywhere you go, don't allow yourself to feel pressured to be like anyone else. Be that guy who's property can't be taxed cause he lives on a floating house in the middle of the sea

SAVE THE WORLD
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December 2, 2017
 

School was over, the sun was afire with light and warmth and so was pretty much everyone else. All the energy of the nine worlds were directed toward play and all the fray of the day. The town was like a beehive doused with atomized steroids, abuzz with so much life and energy
But from deep down the boroughs of pain and heartache, was a young man so drained of all things human, the world had little room for enthusiasm of any kind. The voices is his head, fully schooled in turning holidays to horrid days, got him ripe for the season. His metamorphosis was complete - the harbinger of sorrow and trouble - The Peepee Poopoo Man😂😂

LETTRS BRIGHT
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August 18, 2017
 

DAYS GONE: PART 1

When I was a child, with a mind running wild,
In a world I was yet to see,
I thought the sky to be,
A deep blue inverted sea,
I saw pictures of my father,
With his beloved aeroplane,
I wanted to go even further,
With my inverted aquaplane,
But I was just a child, with a mind running wild.
When I was a boy, with a body running on grains and soy,
Before hearts became less of organs and more of a toy,
I ran my knees aground, chasing the wind round and round,
Skinned my elbows, and chipped my eyebrows,
I lived for the days I set glass on the stove,
And watch it glow red as blood,
Cracks grew like grass on the grove,
Weakening like a dam holding back a flood,
And ...

PASSIONATE FAN
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August 19, 2017
 

Her: So..... Why do you want me?
Me: Because all the great men are building bombs and wondering what's out there in deep space. Here I am, under the impression people are entire universes by their own right. I think I at least owe myself (and you), the chance to explore this universe you are, dying stars, collapsing suns, bright lights, darkness and all.
P. S You are breathtakingly beautiful baby girl😘

PHOTOGRAPHY DAY
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August 17, 2017
 

We spend so much of our lives learning about the world and other people, we hardly ever take time to learn about ourselves. You've been riding this wave of expectations, and it always seems to leave you crashing against the rocks, wrecked and marooned. Suppose the best course is inside then. Dive into your own depths. Learn about yourself, your quirks. Wear them like armour, that way nobody can use them against you. Love yourself so deeply, you won't need to seek love outside. Perhaps you can practice solipsism; everything outside your own mind is unreal. Doesn't matter what anyone thinks. In the end you're entire life, spanning years, boils down to a couple of moments. Perhaps it's time you ...

DAY OF TRUTH
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August 17, 2017
 

There's an entire universe of dying stars and collapsing suns in her eyes.

PHOTOGRAPHY DAY
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July 27, 2017
 

Over the green fields in the horizon,
Where the herds graze on,
Beyond the high stone walls,
Over the misty water falls,
Up that dusty winding road,
Where the mountain winds blow,
We raced up the path with smiles so broad,
And our hearts full of joy they began to glow,
To the top, soak up the sun's last light,
Set our minds free of worry,
As we embrace the night,
I'll say mine when you say your last sorry

NASA
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July 27, 2017
 

What is paradise,
If not a pair of dice,
With a little bit of cheer,
And a little bit of fear,
A little bit of adventure,
With a little bit of danger
********Arkay********

NASA
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June 24, 2017
 

My lover's eyes are like the dawn,
Dark and still, only the light moves,
She brings me to an excited shiver, like the reeds in the river,
To the music of the night her body shakes,
Setting my entire being into a flurry of seismic quakes,

My lover's a dragon made of eggshells,
While the rest of my sorrows drown in his presence,
He keeps me breathing under his diving bells,
In my darkness, he is to me, an addictive fluorescence
If only our kin would let us decide,
Where we wish to stand on this ethnic divide.

TYPEWRITER DAY
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June 20, 2017
 

Youth is a cup that can't be filled,
We want so much more than can be willed,
Wanting more and more of the same wine,
From a different vine,
You just gotta have something for your glory box,
Something to remember when you're beyond your prime,
What is youth, if not a fleeting temptress?

.................... Arkay................

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
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May 23, 2017
 

I strongly believe this is not my first life and it definitely won't be the last. I have been programmed to believe this is the only life i have and will ever have because,well, it's technically the only one I am consciously aware of. And when, not if, I lose this awareness by some act of God or man or horribly morbid sickness or natural  calamity and henceforth declared dead as all mortals are, at least at some point, then my existence shall be like a passing breeze, only to be felt, maybe heard, but never seen again.
Well, I refuse to subscribe to this train of thought. I have been a soldier, a poet,a king, a scribe, a healer, A MAGICIAN, a hero of old, I have been anything and everything ...

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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May 23, 2017
 

There's a rhythm in rush these days,
Where the lights don't move and the colors don't fade,
Leaves you empty with nothing but dreams,
In a world gone shallow,
In a world gone lean
*******José González*******

DO NOT BE DECEIVED
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June 23, 2016
 

A gray sky for a gray day,
I don't want it to stay this way,
It's days like these,
When my hands tend to freeze,
That I wish your hand was in mine,
But you're so far away, I wish I could sublime,
And sail the winds to where you are,
And plop all over you like a cloud of confetti,
So all the little pieces of me could see you smile
For you are my favorite person, a part of me apart from me,
Then pick myself up, from grounded face to bended knee,
Then full height, hug you with all thy might,
Kiss you on the forehead, cause I've missed you so,
I know I can't see you as often as I'd like,
It kills me a little every day, like a stubborn spike,
And when I do I can't help but be a little selfis...

ANGEL OF UNDERSTANDING
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April 21, 2016
 

I looked at the mirror today,
I wondered how it would be,
If the mirror was a window and another world was whizzing past
A world with all the faces I've ever seen
A world with all the places I've ever been
I wondered how it would be
If I saw your face, briefly, before it fades away
I would stare at it in a way I never have, in a a way I probably never will
Memorizing every detail,
Like a priceless artifact unavailable in retail
And I was sure I would like what I see,
I like how your brows arch above your eyes,
I like the color of your eyes, one of its own shade of brown,
Like polished stained glass,
The glass you see in cathedrals
And toilets, not that it makes them any less beautiful,
Ma...

NEW
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March 17, 2016
Nairobi, Kenya

Hey you, if you're reading this, it's too late,
I honestly don't know exactly what to write,
I realise you haven't been quite yourself lately, it's okay,
You haven't smiled quite as much as you usually do,
You smile with your eyes, it's how I tell you're really alive,
Now that's volumed down to a shallow curve of your lips,
I think it's beautiful, that you still give when so much has been taken from you, and you haven't got much left to give,
I think you're like a wall,
And I liked the white on you,
Especially when you were still new,
Now everyone knows you, writing on your paint, trying to define you,
Something new everyday, a new stain, a new pain,
To define is to limit, and I like...

ORIGINAL
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February 27, 2016
Nairobi, Kenya

The difference is basically down to how you define love. Really, it depends on who you ask, because love is different to every person who experiences it. And to put a face to it, love is somehow the feeling you get in your belly, sone say it's butterflies, may be fairies or perhaps your insides have a pulse. Often it waves and ebbs like the sea. "Mysterium tremendum et fascinans", that's what they cal it in Latin. That stomach turning mix of fear and anticipation. Yet, for the life of me, this barely covers how three people define love. So let's leave it at "to define is to limit" and let love remain limitless because we are never taught to love, we just learn from failing to love the right w...

GEORGE MICHAEL
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February 27, 2016
Nairobi, Kenya

People write what they can't say,
It's all white against the light of the day,
Till the pages begin to fill, with ink from a quill,
Today it's written in my hand,
Small scribbly letters that can barely stand,
But here it is strand for strand,
The story woven by the sisters of fate into a thread,
Ready to be read,
And perhaps I dread,
A time will come you will have to shred,
The story you have just read,
And so I skip a page,
Never done that actually,
Gone against my inner sage,
Against what I've been doing perpetually,
Does this merit an adage?
No? Perhaps eventually.

I missed everything here. The people, the stories, and most of all the expressions that remind us all that there...

GEORGE MICHAEL
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January 9, 2016
Nairobi, Kenya

**********APPLE CORES*******

The best things in life come free to us,
I believe the best of these is free will,
We have a choice in this world in the great scheme of things,
How we start and finish things,
In the events that fall in between we can ride the tide or take the wheel,
I made my bed, I like my choices,
I hope she likes hers.

So this is my story and/or hers
In my universe I am the sun,
Sitting on my golden throne,
As High King of Solaris
With these nine circles of my life,
Usually, it's pretty awesome being master and merchant, judge and jailor, El solo lobo, lone wolf,Alfa and omega,
I like this but immortality has a price,
In the long run it's lonely,
So I left my throne to ...

ORIGINAL
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December 18, 2015
Nairobi, Kenya

There are approx ninety eight billion dead people in all time. Blood, bones, ash and dust. Now we're seven billion. Fourteen dead people for everyone alive. Fourteen past lives for each of us. How cool is that? How many more? Now that we're dying as fast as we're living, dying under the weight of living, the bus stops and your next life takes your seat. Will you carry your weight with no regret?
               R.K

ORIGINAL
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November 27, 2015
 

       "GREEN FLOWERS"

Do you ever wonder, when you look up at the skies,
If the grasses and the mosses, envy the flies,
If I could pick a side,
I'd wish you pick with me,
So if the earth began to slide,
We'd both get up and flee,
But I can't pick a side,
Because oh for the life of me,
I'd love to be part of the cloud parade,
Take you to the highest peaks and show you how beautiful you are,
How in the sun, you smile with your eyes,
Deep glassy brown, like pools of half frozen chocolate ice cream,
Take you higher, to the dark side of the moon,
Close enough to look and listen,
To the magic in your walk, the music in your talk,
The swing of your hips, hypnotic to the eye like a pendulum
I co...

HE CAN ONLY HEAR ME WHEN I'M SILENT
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October 29, 2015
Nairobi, Kenya

One Day

One day I'll get my writing groove back on. One day, the rickety gears in my heart will fit again. One day, my mind will erase and rewind. One day, the fog will clear from my eyes. And I will see again. I will see the light in the eyes of children, marvel at its beauty. The pure light that seeps through the finely chiselled edges and curves of their souls, yet to be cracked and ground by the harsh reality that awaits beyond their naivety. Yet to be broken. Because everything in this world is broken. That is how the light gets in.
One day, the shafts and rods in my heart will push and pull again. Pushing me to be a better version of myself. Pulling others to be a part of my story. Th...

“WE LOVE YOU NEW YORK CITY!”
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October 26, 2015
Nairobi, Kenya

Four walls, four corners,
Night falls, like little Willy Wonkas,
Darkness shrouds the grass,
Beyond my little window of brass,
The silence screams, cracks the glass,
There isn't much to mention, for a man of class,
Maybe you'll ask, but I'll let it pass,
Cause everyone has a story to sell,
Mine I'm afraid, hasn't much to tell

ORIGINAL
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October 25, 2015
Nairobi, Kenya

I woke up this morning,
And looked up at the ceiling,
Open windows and spongy pillow,
Like dew drops on the greens and yellow,
Reminds me of you, makes me want to rejoice,
Half an eighth we are,
of this continent apart
Sometimes I try to hide how I miss you,
But it's always a tragic fail,
Like walking around in a mask made of glass,
Looking at my gallery, my daily rite,
Your photos always stand out, my favorite,
Even if I'm not in them it's still alright,
I wish I could be with you all day,
But if wishes were eggs they say,
Beggars and chicken would lay,
Time flies sometimes it goes wasted and astray,
If I could, I would fly it like a griffin,
Clip its wings when I'm with you,
So it sings s...

ORIGINAL
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October 18, 2015
Nairobi, Kenya

Come lay with me in the light of dawn,
Come watch with me, the story of us,
Come see, a beautiful day spawn,
The story of us, in the sky full  of stars,
You said hey, I said hi
Saw the glint in your eyes,
Got a glassy light, like a jar of fireflies,
I held your hands,
I felt mine get wet with sweat,
You asked why so wet,
I said you turn on my glands,
You laughed like Bella,
I laughed like Dracula,
It was like acapella,
Called Dracapella,
We talked  little, a conversation so brittle,
Then a lot, said a little too much, like an ink blot,
Slowly in time, you and I began to rhyme,
You liked my comics, I liked your princess stories,
You were my wolfsbane,
I was your antivenom
You walk like Katy...

NATIONAL WAFFLE DAY
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October 11, 2015
Nairobi, Kenya

I asked her if I may interest her in a game called "The Cube". She looked at me, sizing me up, measuring me against the manliness yardstick at the back of her mind. When she said yes, I used just a couple of questions and her imagination, into the cauldron. And out of this cauldron came the sticky nectar that glued her to me like moths to a night lamp. Deep within those round brown eyes like chocolate chips, a light burned with such ferocity, thirsty for the insight that came out of this game. How much a stranger like me knew about her personality and view of the world (besides the youthful fantasies of world dominion), baffled her to high heavens.
"How do you know all this?" she asked.
"My...

ORIGINAL
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October 7, 2015
Nairobi, Kenya

I think the best part of soul gazing is the sudden squeeze-release effect you feel all over you. When you look into someone's eyes, especially someone you're attracted to, the way time momentarily slows down, slow enough to feel your heart miss its cue. Your ribcage tenses up and relaxes, waiting for one heck of a jumpstart. [Pause. This is about the time scientists say both of your heartbeats synchronize to beating at the same rate. But there's a fine line these days between real scientists and internet scientists. Everything really, on the internet should be discredited as hullaballoo or gnome chatter or goblin whispering or anything really that has no truth behind it. Like why Poland has 1...

HIGH OCTANE AUDIENCE
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