Kirui Frank Junior

Kirui Frank Junior Mar 2017

The swirling wind ,that burst my ears,
The smiling face that comes before me,
In mirage, that looks like its Godly,
I freeze down to my knees,
And sweat that numbs my spine,
I cannot talk or move; a miracle?
But I feel my senses right,
I project my vision,
But alas!
My dream is gone,
My morale as well,
Can it be true that the mere erupted volcano took my sleep?
I cannot tell!

Kirui Frank Junior Mar 2017

Gravel

I stopped by the children playing,
The enjoyed their game so much,
It was nine halls on the earth,
Each filled with three gravels except two,
The two lied on the diagonal, and were named bank,
Turn taking in play was perfect ,
Every time before moving any gravel,
The counted halls ,
They showed delight when they won
They were disgraceful when they lost.

This brought me a lot of thoughts ,
Life is like a game,
Sometimes we win,
At times we loose ,
But since the children never stopped to play,
We do not have to stop living ,
We have to steer the wheel and keep going.

Life needs savings ,
So the children's game had a bank,
It needs strategy and skills,
That is why the children had to count the holes before they play,
All these and more made my day,
I kept it for life,
And
I will use the gravel to educate.

The children were my teachers

Mar 2017

Michael Archer

Thrice Said

My God, my God, my God.
Thrice said,
As I lie here.
My heart racing,
My muscles aching,
My body buzzing
Like a tongue pressed to a nine-volt battery.

Why am I here, when my mind takes me elsewhere—
To places so fantastic,
So alive,
That to write them into existence would take ten-fold genius
And the ink of ten-thousand pens.

Landscapes spread across my vision.
Innuendos play in my brain.
Though, when I return to the moment,
All I see are my stubby toes
Wiggling from under black sheets,
In a nearly-black room
Coated in drab paint,
Hardly come alive by some utterly generic wall ornaments.

I wash in the same bathroom,
I spray the same perfume,
I dress in the same clothes,
And I thus transform myself—
Again—
Into a copy of the man that lived a day before…
Having created nothing,
Only holding the vastness of a universe
In his dazed, beleaguered mind.

Thrice said, a phrase becomes magical—
At least, that is what I’ve seen...
So, I say three times:
My God,
My God,
My God.

#addiction #depression #regret #darkness #creation

Kirui Frank Junior Mar 2017

I am going to die soon

I know my days on earth are few,
I will die soon,

I have no heart issues,
I have no canser ,
Not even any terminal disease,
But I will die soon,

I know I am indebted to all of the people,
All my friends,
All my enemies,
Everybody,
But I am sorry that I am going to die soon.

It will not be suicide,
I will not be accident ,
It will not be poisoning ,
I just know I will die soon.

For I know in a count of three,
Or two
Or one thousands of years lies my coarpse ,
I will die soon.

But not before I see my son marry,
Not before my wife see our last born girl get a husband,
Not before my hair lost,
All will come then when bonus come I will celebrate and die.

I know I will soon die,
I am sorry but soon I am going to die

Kirui Frank Junior Mar 2017

One word from the Coffin

Will never surrender
No matter what comes my way!!!
I will say one word in my coffin,
"I achieved a lot,
Even if I failed,
A million chances ,
I met one of my goal,
Talking to the world"
Will that not be an achievement?
No?
That's your answer,
NOT MINE.

Kirui Frank Junior Feb 2017

Weeds

I love reading
but I find weeds in all I read,
I uproot some,
I leave some to grow with the reads
sometimes I hate what I read,
but still I read them anyway.
at times I like them,
but though rarely ,I stop immediately,
beautiful are all the reads,
beautiful are writer's,
but the weeds!?!

Kirui Frank Junior Feb 2017

Can this make poem?

if you love God you say Amen
you will pass all huddles and never hurt,
you will succeed and never struggle,
you will achieve yet never stole,
a big amen guarantees all that