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NEVER DIE WITH YOUR IDEA POEMS AND OTHER COLLECTIONS CHEGE MBUGUA Silence NEVER DIE WITH YOUR IDEA When God created human beings, He did not stop at that, He further went and distributed talents evenly to individuals. The problem is that a huge number of people fail to know, understand and utilize their talents. One Person said that the place to find riches is in the grave, I agree with him, why? Because many people die with their ideas. Aristotle the famous Greek philosopher once said that if you don’t know what you will die for, you are not worth living. I totally agree with him too. Just think the concept you have learnt in your science like Archimedes’ principals or radioactivity. Do you think if the scientist had not discovered them you could have offered a suggestion? No? Yes? Maybe? There are three categories of people, the actor, the spectators and the ignorant. The actors do not behalf of the multitudes, the spectators have a hint of what is happening but they cannot do something substantial. The ignorant do not what to know even when pushed. If you are in this category sorry to you, quit very quick. If is absurd, seditious and retrogressive for one not to articulate his own ideas. As ideas even when wrong is worthy millions. Leave along hypocrites, their minds fight with the heart and you know what happens when the heart loses you cease to exist. Psychologists and psychiatrist will tell you that all human beings belong to one of eight branches of insurgences namely: Mathematical-logical intelligence, bodily intelligence, natural intelligence, interpersonal intelligence and special intelligence. Out of the mentioned above you belong to one of them. The mathematical logical intelligence are those people who can solve mathematical problem with ease, can reason logically and can defect patterns with ease. The Microsoft company owner Mr. Bill Gate can be grouped here. Do you belong here? Next, for some grammar of languages is not an issue. They can arrange words and come up with a good essay. They can communicate fluently; they are poets, the lawyers, greater speakers and most of them are being hatred by society. The later George Carlin, can fit in this category. Again do you belong here? To compose a song, come up with a rhyme and throw the music lovers into frenzy is not a joke, to choose lyrics that make sense require musical intelligence. If you think that doing so is so simple just ask yourself why you cannot do it like Ken Rodgers, Dolly, Patron Jay Z there are too many name them. David Beckham and Messi are probably the most famous guys in the world because of their soccer skills. Players, acrobats, dancers and athletes belong to the bodily intelligence. They can move their bodies to do something others can’t. No wonder soccer attracts billions of people. Again can you be classified here? Meteorites, comets, shooting stars planetary theory and astronomy are the language of the others. These people always explain the universe and its futures. They have naturalist intelligence. They are people who always say they are always sick. They say I can’t do this I can’t do that, they do not like working in groups. They are always confused, you know yourself better. Are you an Architect? If you have spatial intelligent these people can visualize abstract things in their minds. They are people who could see the Burj Khalifa and kick even before materials had been excavated. They are the structure designers. Now if you have not categorized yourself may be you don’t belong to this world. You can see that everybody has the capacity. At least God was fair enough. The problem is not the talent. The issue is that most people die without realizing it. Therefore it is up to you to realize what you are good and do it with zeal and dedication. WHO AM I I am a child of the palace Living like a slave So that these human can relate That fate Never comes in a sliver plate My life is great No spoon, give me a spade I am a winner without a race A stubborn stain you can’t erase I am known without a face Set free without a case When I get lost I’m sketched and never traced Too believe or not to Is a choice So to me, God is a choice That inner voice That refuses to shut up When nobody is listening Life is not a math problem So I never looked for solutions When I smile, it means I’m happy When I cry, it means I’m alive I was born But never raised I am adored But never praised I am a child of that palace Living like a slave So that this human can relate That human are born to be loved And things are made to be used But now things are loved And you and I are being used And now we are confused Over what we’ve become Objects of envy hate and blame I am a solder without an ammo I am the white keys in your piano I am the fragrance in your flower garden The only blessing from the curse of Eden I was schooled but never taught I was fooled but never caught I was hated but never abated Betrayed but never delayed Discriminated but never serrated, Crowned but never celebrated Mistaken but never regretted I am a nightmare That was never unrevealed I am a gift wrapped up in a small curse A jewel in life’s golden purse A bird with wet wings Waiting for the sun rays So I can fly And dance in the sky I am the mirror The reflection of what I am And not who I am So who am I? A LETTER TO MY BOSS Dear Sir? I think I should buy myself a coffin For what I have done to you and your family Since I have discovered that your wife, daughters and maid are my intimates And so I ask for forgiveness for my mistakes. Before I burry myself I want you to know that The time I drove your wife to a conference in Uganda She seduced me in the way that I could not resist Kissed me in the morning and told me I belong to you Hired a single room I tried to dodge but she gave me her whole We spent time together for the whole time Boss Do you remember the time noel was not feeling well? She didn’t go to school I didn’t go to work either You told me to look and take care for her She seduced me and I cared for her Boss Do you remember the day you took your family to Maasai Mara Leaving me alone with your house help for a week She seduced me and I become so weak Wearing a micro mini she gave me a micro cum Boss Last month on valentine When your daughter valentine Was send home for school fees? I was in my room resting She bring me a lunch She showered in my bathroom Coming naked I didn’t mess I grabbed her licked her seriously Peace. To continue……… POETS ARE PROSTITUTES Poems, prose and roses Poets hate politicians Poets prefer poking pens at people P-words, power and paupers Poets love writing about love Tears, the sky and meadows Poets are prostitutes They are sex vendors They expose their naked thoughts To the world They talk dirt without apology And care less about anyone's emotions Poets are short-tempered like a mini skirt Like a G-string, there's a thin line between poetry and bigotry Poets flaunt their innermost secrets for attention Poets are prostitutes Because poets are deep They spread carnal diseases Such as satire, criticism, rebellion, revolution, philosophy and the worst diseases of all: Human love and hate Poets write out of need, Self-righteousness, lust and malice. Poets lurk in the twilight corners of solitude Under the street lights of obsession Poets are a minority group Protesting for equal rights And recognition of poetry as a profession And they claim poetic license Poets sometimes render their sensual services To ingrates who refuse to pay attention Poets are often sneered upon in a hypocritical society And a critical clique of readers Poets get arrested at night As this is the time when the goddess of creativity is moaning with faked pleasures of expression. Poets fuck you up for fun. Writers are whores Who lust for the misery of others? Their pens drip at the orgy of words They write from different positions They milk rhyme and reason dry They suck life's dictations Until the truth 'cums' out in torrents Poets at times endure penetrations of mediocrity And implants of other people's labour For the sheer ecstasy of public approval And literary glory Poets can rob you of your money By sweet endearing words So you have been warned: Beware of these brutal bards They can easily elope with your spouse! IMPERATIVES Nothing is worth dying for. Your dream is another man's luxury. Imagine your soul as a garden and every word you speak is a flower. When the world gets cold, Reach into the pockets of your soul and grab the sunshine. Love those who love you. Love those who don't. Love love. Love is infinite. Age is your body's imagination. Being young is not an achievement. Being old doesn't make you a god either. Appreciate more. Fret less. Happiness is born this way. Those who give always appear abundant. There is enough for all of us if we learn to share. Revenge makes you feel better. But it doesn't change the facts. So forgive. To fail and to give up are two different things. Journey on. This world is your only home. Take care of it. This world is not your home. Don't die trying to dominate it. Money makes the difference. But it doesn't solve every problem. Money is energy. Invest in it. You don't have to clear everything on your plate. Social media is part of your energy field. You are what you share/post and read. The 'like' button is an affirmation. Feeds with similar energy pattern will be attracted to you. L.O.A.
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