YOU & I

PRESTON:

 
I was not so happy being lonely

Living without you
So I prayed so hard for your love

In my heart I needed you
So I looked up in the sky
And I'm thinking why o
 why

There are  many changes in my life

After all the caring and the laughter

No one else like you
I am not a preacher with a sermon

I'm so in love with you
'Cause to live without your love

>>Like the sun that shines above>>

Is the magic of the changes in my life
And I'll never forget your love

You and I

We were meant to be
Sweet as rain falling from the sky

You and I

These are all the many changes in my life

Listen to these words I wanna give you

if only you knew you are the only reason i believe in God...

On a love so true
Don't forget I love you and I need you

I'll always be with you

So I just look up in the sky
And I'm thinking why oh why

These are all the main changes in my life
And I'll never forget your love

You and I

We were meant to be
Sweet as rain fallin on the desert sands

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ASYLUM

PRESTON :

This is why when I die... I don't want to see you cry.... A message of condolences to those that lost me.... The north eastern winds blew passionately.... Through my hands and it turned the course of my heart.... Sitting at the window of my rented hotel room....I reminisce about my before.....

Lanterns to illuminate my dark path grow dim.... Belief of a godly reliance orchestrated in my within.... Dreams inseparable from nightmares....And this nightmares are the dwindling facts of my existence......So when I loose a leap....Don't cry for me.....

Moment of silence to those judging me from my past.....Thoughts streaming concurrently with the steam of this hot coffee.....In the Atmos fear of the unknown ... I try walking with my eyes closed.....

I'm am feared revered.. praised and denounced...I had already told them when I miss the morning grace..... Lock me inside my 6"3"6 hole by noon....And don't cry for me.....

I am a sinner....I don't pride in it... But I'll do it till my day cries..... Sometimes I feel like a mad man.... But the presence of mad men make my madness normal... Lost all hope of liberation....Till my lantern gets bright

©Heart_Surgeon2017

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OVER AGAIN.

PRESTON:

I was standing face to face with a war dragon...Not so close but close enough to feel it's breathe and engine roll... As it engineered it's enormous metal on the streets of our deserted estate....It's heavy metal trunk was pointing miraculously to my nostrils...

The thick, smoke filled death tainted air... Began chocking... I didn't run away from my angry neighbors... Just to die here.... My frail legs were numbed by The walk.... It was almost noon but funny we had not seen the sun for a whole week now....

The magnificent paths of and well manicured roadside gardens of my city were now filled with debris of collapsed or collapsing building.... Soldiers from all well known super powers... The UN and African Union were matching  religiously from Street to Street.... Some were smoking... Maybe they were relaxing... Some were wiping there tools of workmanship....

By now we had already looted all the loot ables .... Killed one another and we had nothing to loot or kill..... Once in a while BBC Swahili would would brief the situation as perceived...All local stations played our national anthem continuously and repeatedly as if it carried a different meaning from what it was known....

White walls were either stained with blood, soot or bullet holes.... All major roads covered with stones boulders, tires car wrecks and human carcasses.... The city clock that sits magnificently died at 12:17 on October 20....

Frail wails screams and cries had just been so Normal... That you never turned to see who was being killed anymore.... Tired hungry children would be seen crying next to the rotting carcasses of there parents....

Expensive Italian suits were over dressed and started loosing shape and texture.... Those humanly foreign news reporters would be seen giving food aids to those running.... In actuality we were all running.... Running for something or running from something....

Last updates said... All the refugee camps around were filled to the brim... My hopes got lost and I knew.... I was lucky to write the last events before my death.... .I took the left turn towards muindi mbingu Street.... And meet my judgement.... What is your second name they asked... I knew very well not to tie myself to a tribal cocoon.... Before I could answer....

My mother shook me from my slumber....


©Heart_Surgeon2017

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DREAMS & NIGHTMARES

PRESTON :

I was too tired to even pen down my name....With flashes of my before days... It was so hot in my plastic bag tent...Here in the heart of Somali....Tuned to the national radio... With hopes high it is over....

I held my little brother's hands and assured him it's OK.... But deep down I knew it wasn't... We had just robbed him his natural sanity.... News from Nairobi started it was a nuke shell.... I didn't have the chance to see it.... But I believe them....Stray tears run.... And questions pop up.... Will I ever get home??? I might be lucky I made it here... How many did not....

It all started hours after polling stations were closed.... As soon as counting started....It's not clear who won.... Because the internet was shut down and lights gone..... Faint screams and chanting were heard miles away..Stray bullets and blasts.... The stiff air was filled with stench of loss, defeat, burnt tires smoke and death....

To where I was... My speech heavily tainted with a Polish accent I'm not African I'm I.... Tried speaking a few native languages but I was betrayed by my errudite state........

I hear they burnt everything in the lowside and came looking for us.... The middle and the well to do... It's a struggle I painted on a canvas and wrote my name on it.... I wish it will make it to the museum....

The hate We wrote on the internet.... Now was written on metallic pangas machetes and axes.....Our mistakes was having the wrong surname at the wrong period....No one knew when you would be dragged into the darkness and your screams... Be your Goodbye....Expensive homes and vehicles stood deserted in parking lots and affluent estates.... It was too late to say proudly Kenyan.... Local radios repeatedly and continuously played the national anthem...

Aids come from even the poorest of countries... We had lost all glory.... For the first time again we were all united by griefe... Completely forgetting about our last names... In this diverse conditioned camps.... No clothes to change....

I pointed south and said to my little one.... Doors shall open.... But it's too late.... Corpses lie haphazardly and awkwardly on the streets....Car alarms called until the batteries dies off.... Malls, supermarkets and shops were looted and doors flange open.... Misty winds blew... Broken glasses and shuttered Windows.... All major roads blocked with stones and tyres....

Press statement from the government and opposition.... And I woke up...  My plane just touched down in Austria...

 ©Heart_surgeon2017

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