Bunyala rd. roundabout - Nairobi, Kenya.
With my first private studio nearly set up, Gladwell from next door came over for a visit where I learned she loves to draw! :) We had our first chill session with some paper and pens and masking tape.
Haha she’s never told me her name herself, but she wrote in down on tissue today and passed it over as a gift - SO SWEET!
(Source: idealistandthedreamer)
"Deep in desert sands they reached High into space where rivers meet. Twisting slithering through red giants Standing shoulder to shoulder in grand alliance. Spires of stone in mushroom form Pillars where earth exploded and tore Gorges who split the earth left scars and monuments like golden Mason jars. Swaths of crimson paint splatter and dry Against coppery cliffs in morning light. Bridges and arches plume from the earth In hardened explosion gave their birth. The land stretches, wrinkles, far and wide; Surveyed by eagles in denim sky. In the land of needles reaching for clouds, Monstrous stones take a closing bow."
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A Poem-A-Day Celebration: Canyonland
Poem submission by kelwomack
Bunyala rd. roundabout - Nairobi, Kenya.
Bunyala rd. roundabout - Nairobi, Kenya.
Bunyala rd. roundabout - Nairobi, Kenya.
caught in rain-drenched traffic along the Bunyala rd. roundabout - Nairobi, Kenya.
(Source: idealistandthedreamer)
Post boxes at Hardy, Karen in Nairobi, Kenya.
Lord this city is biiiig!
Along Ngong rd (across from The Junction), Nairobi, Kenya.
Holy Lord!
Part me as such
as Moses so did the read sea.
Sliced further still by solid meat
and preverbial reach
of heavenly ideals
and blessings making their way
like thundering birds
that part the way
of this carpeting cloud.
Further bellow the valley stretches
and plummets into rocky depths
reaching between crags and cracks
the makings of my true being,
sinking deeper still into an unknown world of potential.
Here, in supposed Hades depths dwell’s a spirit,
with wonder as the clouds and heaven’s,
that sweep, divide and move with heavenly grace of another form;
swirling with cracks and churning with a life
extended far beyond the sight of it’s presence.
I part,
and you show me the way.
Forward, forward
through cloudy carpet run
with sure ground below feet.
(Source: cytoplasms, via somethinggamazingg)
"dull the encounter of being, tire the senses to a standstill, maybe we can breathe. dispose of the intellect, trade imagination for currency, maybe we can sleep. oh, it is a terrible sun to evolve with, shoes staggering achingly into years. ah, it is some telling of the paper, maimed honest to have filled its page. and of what else, but to find recovery in inspiration, as to arm precision down to its every squint, when poetics are a best-burnt secret and sex another sell-out drug. what of the simmering madness in silence? what of its persistence through music? speak! such daring sun. a scorch so quiet. and a dare works: somewhere between warmth and cancer; beauty and dehydration; light unto blindness; god into death. tell me that bit about heaven one more time. tell me that bit with the lies. I just can’t see with these cataract eyes."
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A Poem-A-Day Celebration: Impair
Poem submission by Cooper Callinan
Eyes slide from meeting to man on the left.
He sat there, James, thoughtful and in often silent consciousness drew up a familiar crush. Interesting man turned… into more than interesting man. Calm attention turned to churning mind thinking ‘HOAOFNONJOANO&(^&@HOJ’ amidst what was hopefully sense. Ah, his sexiness grew more and more familiar as a reminder of another man - but the fact was DAMN! I want this guy - to be with him…. no, I want to experience more of him.
Between racing thoughts masked with seemingly sensible words, James settled in the crevice’s of my mind and popped up again, lock’s and all in this tale the next day… only slightly.
A wee surrealist tale, told unscripted of James, Lock’s and Earth.
James, a vision of self and unintentionally inspired by someone I met made it’s birth as the grass within the story in the mind of a Brian Kivuti. Hopefully now, that you would enjoy in your own way this concoction of images and events. :)
"We are very cruelly trapped between what we would like to be and what we actually are. And we cannot possibly become what we would like to be until we are willing to ask ourselves just why the lives we lead on this continent are mainly so empty, so tame, and so ugly."
- James Baldwin
(Source: crudamoral, via selfrighteoussocialclub)
