John kago Poems

I sit in my favourite spot
next to a budding pine, behind the house
it is a beautiful night, as I gaze upon the stars
they push all my thoughts away
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some tell of of a god of rage,
his black inhuman heart pulsing,
seething forth into our very veins,
feeling up our very hearts with,
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I am gray, in between black and white of dear society.
Its not with heavy heart,
for sweet mother's sweat and tears fight to give me all she never had
thus back home they envy, wish of similar chance
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I sat by the river on a clear day
felt the cool water play with my feet
that's when I met rocky
oval shaped, so smooth
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Silent partner who is within
you who has been here since my very first heartbeat
you who has counted my every breath
you who remembers my every dream
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It's odd he never asked for more
since he moved into this humble room
white plain ceiling
for all the times he lost himself
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I found myself in a world that forever rains
unending drops of cold fall
take away any warmth I had, when I stood tall
the unfolding dark fog stings, my eye strains
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I want to carve my name out in history
in all adoration and glory
to be remembered, for generations unborn
and deep in my heart, let true price be borne
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On dark days such as this
I stand on the edge of my cliff
look down on the world as
humanity hustles and justles
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Woke up with an aching headache, and sour taste again
too much drink, too much froth, is this thy fountain?
is this the place, where I have come to rest my tired limbs
from a journey so rugged, from a path so steep.
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