The Oracle Of Kenfish

My baby tells me: "I composed this myself" "It took hours coz i'm not a writer" "I just wanted to convey my feelings to you." I am lucky to have such a girl that takes time to write me love notes, their valuable time, all the time they have at their disposal. That's such a friend that I have, eager to spend time with me, eager to chat under the skies whether cold or hot, never getting soaked in torrents of rain while with me, and never getting tiresome on walking miles on end searching for her love. She is as agile as a deer, quick to action, and slow to anger. Able to do all things in a motherly way, with the gift of a wise woman. Walking home in the best regalia, the feminine self going along, she is the best woman the world has given forth. I have always wondered why love is such a cruel monster, I never thought the monster has no life of his own, perhaps to feel the hurt that happens when there's no more to love. That monster th...

I am hurting from inside But you are still not by my side You see my lips smiling But my heart is crying My body looks strong But my confidence is weak Nobody sees my sadness A life without happiness You give me all the gold But I am still cold Let me sleep in your arm It will keep me warm My body is perfection But my soul is lamentation Thank you for the new cars But all I want is you Really look at me Understand my cry for help Come save me Stop saying that you love me "Do love me"

Looking at the serenity outside, gazing into the nothingness with the gait of a philosopher, I kept muttering the same words over and over again. I hadn't realized I was engaged in my own world until someone parted me on the back to remind me im still in this world. Did he inadvertently overhear my monologue? I have never been insane my whole life, trust me. Such is the dilemma we face everyday. The people we treasure and cherish. They come with a bang and stay, perhaps doors closed, feeling secure with us to endure life's parodies. When they leave, we are left deftly, insecure, unhappy, impregnable and unsure. We feel an emptiness no vessel can fill except the one we are in love with. I have had some incredibly difficult time in the last couple of hours and still am blank. I have tried soul searching, but I can’t even find my soul. (am serious). That is the morning that I had today, a morning longing for that which is true and just, a precious person no eye has beheld, no ear ...