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In the industry that i want to call the public eye industry, everyone has to find a strategy to always stay on top despite the circumstance. Being an accessory designer and a fashion designer at large requires your following of fashion news, look books, and of all time THE TRENDS.

Wrote this a while back for a specific performance but never got around to posting it. Paying homage to some of the artists I respect. Welcome ladies and gents, boys and girls. Welcome to a world of words, nouns and verbs. Where food for thought is always served. See you might get snacks from the bar. But only from this stage will you get the food your soul deserves. So please have a seat, feel at ease. As we proceed to fulfill your lyrical needs.

AS I SEE IT AND PAINT IT WITH MY WORDS. Dried river banks yearn for soothing rains,. Like leaf less trees in winter miss spring breath,. Stars are dimming,another celestial collapse,. As the demons feast in the cold nights,. No dirges for falling angels. Only ruins welcoming a weary pilgrim home. When the winds pushed my sails. Green land and magnificent castles waved goodbye. Children cheered and sent me with their prayers. To plead with gods for a free dawn.

A pluviophile, a keyboard and some thoughts. Originally posted on Raya Wambui. As a child, at an age six I stopped finding the phrase;. Because, I did know. Until Twenty Three, I thought it would only be,. Then, I did my rounds, sometimes ten in a month. Dues must be paid, when you work with your mouth. My day job also requires investment. Running a business in its teenage years,.

Putting the power of words to action. Voices, I hear voices. Small, weak utterances crying for help. Pleading, groaning, yelping. Fixing pain in my mind. Pressing the feeling of someone in need. In my eyes was the curse. My parents were denied life. By their pleasures of life.

Words worth the audience of humanity and your heart. Now, lets be REAL for a minute. Take a look within your circles, and as you see everyone alive that matters to you, take a second look at them and this time, see them for a bit longer. Now then, ask yourself,. 8220;What if I never saw one of them tomorrow? 8220;What if she is not there to laugh at my stupid jokes? 8220;What if he wont be here tomorrow to give me his wise council? 8220;Do I give my all to the ones I say I love? January 12, 2017.

Haiku challenge day 1- Purpose. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Follow Heart to keyboard on WordPress. The colour of hands drowning in wrath of own doing. Beautiful glass, clear thoughts, desirable glass, fragile hands. New wine in old wine skins. A toddler with a new ferrari. Broken glass,shattered heart, blood stained glass, teary eyes. The colour of deception and temptation.