Salvation-Augmented Traffic Jam

"It's very hard for a corpse to seek pardon"
So the hungry man with the book said,
His words worsening the absurd aura
already suffocating everyone trapped inside
one of those transit prisons, stuck back-on-back
like the rings of mating centipedes along the Entebbe highway.

He was not confined inside of a metal shell like us
Sure, he was having his merry moments of the day!
I was hating fate, he was deep in love!

"My sole prayer is,
Before any of you lie inside of a coffin,
You ought have a vehicle, and so there might be more jam
And more stampede on these roads,
And so there might be a chance for more like you,
To fall prey to the gospel, which would otherwise never have made it
Into your lives, given who you are!"

That delighted me,
As for the first time that day
I had a reason to beef and laugh at the same time!

Call it "salvation-augmented traffic jam"
And that day, I didn't have a case against them!

Pssh! Shemales!

First, there were lesbians
And the fetish was unsatisfied desires;
The men didn't hate it and could relate
The women, well, many did try it
But I can't really say they paid for it.

Then came gays-
Deviant in many ways,
A little celebrated, a little celibate
But mostly, stray means of marrying into power,
And a consolation for those misplaced souls
Sent off to distant monasteries
To corrupt the gullible.

Ah! Open the door to the ultimate mutants!
Having allowed Kurzweil to usher in the future,
We are in need of new grammars for this kind of drama-
Because shemales!
The fetish is no more pettyish-
Finally, we find the ultimate woman's envy
Manifested in her man.

Bugs & The Purpose of Life

Happy are those, ever with work in progress
For they shall have a reason to live
More happy are those programmers with bugs to fix
For they shall persist till the end of time.

Oh, Nsibirwa Hall!

It was the recess term,
I'd just defected from arch at year's end
And could just take the time to catch
Uncelebrated moments like these,
As others wasted away with class and girls
Me blaring Ntrance's Set U Free
At awkward hours that are wee.
Creepingly, and very memorably
The uppermost hallways would get fogy
Everyone of those late night hours;
I'd stand one side of the long corridor,
And not being able to see the other side,
Would give hostage to the idea that
Nsibirwa would soon be home to
One o those creepy things from The Mist!
Oh how I miss those lonely nights in Nsibirwa Hall!

Happiness Lost?

Were two men to suffer the same pain,
He would suffer more, 
Who'd experienced happiness before;
Hosting the thought of happiness lost,
As well as pain gained.

On a Hot Sunday Morning

On a Sunday morning graced with heat

I rode to that special place, painted dry

Where earth meets water and skies fade in too

Where meadows still abound and egrets fly around

Where every shore has a boat

And every shade has a cow.

I beheld the euphonious music of birds above me

As it merged into the rhythm of my feet

Pounding on the pedals of that majestic

Yellow bike of mine.

I found me a spot under the only tree exhibiting life

And alone with my imagination and thoughts

Sat in silence, to enjoy the gift of existence;

At peace with myself and all creation

Absorbing nature's song and its echoes

As the wind modulated every pitch

And birds making melodies, harmonized it all.

I felt like this should be my eternity

But a voice deep inside of me, said

Happiness will always fade away

But like the Sun walking the skies every day

It only matters that you trek along its way.

Test your Gods!

Science, Magick and Faith
Call you to try their Gods
Oneself being a possible candidate.

But, there's only one metric which suffices -
Ask and You should receive!
Try each one of them against its claims
And a God who can't deliver is no God!

Ask, Seek, Knock Sincerely
And if no answer comes through from the other side,
Move on to the next door.
When you finally find the True God,
You shall want no more.

Bitch, Which Witch?

"When we’re feeling lonely, we check Facebook.
When we’re uncertain, we Google.
When we’re bored, we watch YouTube videos, check Reddit or scroll Pinterest."

That's the slave of modern witchcraft.

When I'm lonely, I take a walk.
When I'm uncertain, I meditate or think.
When I'm bored, I write, create something or go cycling.

I'm the enemy of your favorite master.
Bitch, who's your slave master again?


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Quote taken verbatim from a leading consumer tech blog & trendsetter (sic) here.

dreams 'bout school

i never stop dreaming of school

the same buildings, holding different lives

teachers that never age

and students that break every pledge.

i cherish learning

competing for things of every shade

pursuing food for thought

amidst hungry girls that lust for us boys of prey.

i detest and hate bullies

especially those fighting after the lights go out

or those who litter the compound,

breaking rules as the rest of us toil about like mules.

i wake forever to study

teachers pretending to guide me from every side

in classrooms filled with zealous folks

whose dancing minds hop on and off problems

at every opportunity to showcase the limitations of mind.

i often try to count my lessons,

some given in the depths of the night

others merely by passive presence in the library,

surrounded by arcane and imposing books

that implicitly torment the mind as cooks with sharpened spices do with scents.

i never stay at ease when lining up

as toes in my shoes gnaw at their mandatory leather cell

and a militant uniform causes me to sweat-

every aspect of me anticipating the night preps

during which i'd lazily gaze at the full moon

as illegal music repeats again and again in my brain

and my person wastes away in the deviant art of nonconformity.

i ever come late for the roll call

ensuring to posit the excuse of being the time-keeper

who must ring the bell first, so others might not come late.

i come to punishment as another means of winning favors,

never avoiding fun if it transcends momentary pain

but i'm yet to find the meaning in most popular sports,

instead cherishing meaningless puzzles and those unchartered walks at night.

i kind of always hang around labs

the idea of self-discovery not being the real motivation

but each thought of inventing noble lies

or the mere act of pondering cosmic jokes

being everything i need to win me alternative friends

and the respect of parents who never loved nor trusted symbolic thought in class.

i make friends

and try to share their secrets too!

not with foes, but with invisible voices in buildings,

who promise me numbing sex during every dream,

and the love of everything from stones to wandering scents.

i don't yet fully grasp the power of jealousy

just like i don't yet know the difference between money and girls.

i often visit the school canteen

occasionally pretending that crisps and soda aren't drugs

or that prayers are the true reason i still have change in my wallet!

yes, i still have dreams about school

and it's all the hope i need to believe

that all will be fine when i finally wake up today.

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Yeah, having once joyfully sat in a classroom worse than that depicted in Dmitri Markine's photo, all I can say is that his eye for awesomeness is totally amazing! 

Thanks Dmitri for the amazing perspective, and for bringing us closer to home.

Orgy of the Senses

bliss, is an overwhelming inpour of pleasant stimuli

especially, 

with senses wide open

the filters lowered

and the id allowed to taste of external universal information
emanating from the cosmic aura of the divine...

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the blissful art, thanks to Mattzy

Spirit of Stone

They stand still

In space and time, living on...

From the foundations

Of the original essence of creation

Some weathered but

Never perishing, 

Each bond therein, as strong as eternity.

Imagine the nature of energy

Trapped in a rock.

Think of the essence of 

The greatest masters that ever lived

Those whose legacy stands unpolluted

Throughout time.

Now, behold the Stone

And you shall know why

The essence, the principles, the spirit

Cast in stone, is cast to survive all death

And persist eternally, pure and undefiled.

Behold the Spirit in Stone.

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the spectacular photograph of Stonehenge is courtesy of wanderingsoul

The Social Lone & The Lone Elite

Don't you realize how slowly, steadily 

They are turning you all into antisocial, lonely beings?

In the name of making you "social" online!

In crowded streets and sold out movie shows

You'd think everyone cherished the company of others

But lo! You are groomed to be friends with the puppetmasters only!

They are stealthily robbing you all of the ability to crave human company.

A time is coming when you shall surely be alone no more,

Surrounded by unceasing notifications and friend requests

Some directly delivered into your brain's lounge!

Amidst eternally prying cameras and sensors 

Every miniscule detail of your life broadcasted live

But with the most unnerving, heaviest loneliness 

Eating away at your heart and soul

With none but algorithms and pathetic peer slaves in your circles.

But, there shall be a few 

Probably near-extinct minds

Seated somewhere or walking for walking's own sake

Observing, studying, meditating, practicing and

Living the perfect social life - 

Alone physically, but connected to all creation

In total control of their space and time

The monks, the sages, the elite of your near future.

To the wise,

Choose your lone with care

Seek true solitude, 

And you shall discover a mysteriously perfect social life.



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magnificent art concept courtesy of ka-92