Hey hope you ushered in the new year well
I must say, 'what a picture you got there'

They stare. We capture
We find beauty even within ugliness
after all they are all in the beholder’s eye
They laugh, We smile
Kindness isn’t known to us
mind your own business is
They argue, we listen
not to the fools and their foolishness
to the music of chaos finding silence
They fight, We walk
we are evolutions away from cowardice
we simply appreciate the little things in life like peace
They babble, we speak
nothing they said wasn’t sense full
we just think better of ourselves
confidence to us isn’t simple charm
it’s a lifestyle
in the dark night skies we have learned
it doesn’t matter how you look
it doesn’t matter how you dress
it doesn’t matter what you drive
what comes out of your mouth builds and destroys
we are, we are, a most misunderstood creatures
we, the so called nocturnal freaks

Fury on paper...thanks

friends until the end...is the end of friends...
and beyond if possible

https://www.facebook.com/TheSoCalledNocturnalFreaks

everything stays the same yet everything changes
they are the cycles of human life where the site changes but the image is the same in our sight
it's a mving world on a moving world

You are Nocturnal??? a littl eplayfulness sounds healthy to me
https://www.facebook.com/TheSoCalledNocturnalFreaks?skip_nax_wizard=true

I see you
dark eyes, so dark too
so full of mystery, makes me want to scream
‘Hi Miss?! Who you be?’
I see you
so cute, not your looks; those shoes
how does it feel to be you?
Does it hurt?
I see you
I think you see me
It’s not me parking a car
I’m the guy on a bike
I see you
here’s a Black-Rose
finally, A name fitting its beholder
BlackRose

I see you
where did you buy your mask?
I want one just like you
So beautiful, scary
I see you
I like your shoes
if only I could spend a day in yours
Maybe I could understand your drive
I see you
I love what I see
wouldn’t surprise me if you dream
of one day being just like you
I see you
impressive sight, in my sight
ugly site, in my sight
is it by choice?

I'm too tired of this life, we live
if we continue
i fear, i won't survive;
being with you
has weared me off, too much already;
if you don't let me go
i'm afraid, you'll be the one
to deliver me to my grave.

you and me, we can't be
this far we've come, you must agree;
too many lies between us
too much difference;
too many things unclear
you feel so distant.

if you must cry
you might as well drown
in your tears,
i couldn't care less!
it won't be enough
to make me, change my mind;
my decision has been made
it's final!

if my decision is too heart breaking
i must apologise,
it's not my intention to cause you pain
but mine,
you've broken many times,
i can't take it anymore!
if you didn't know, now you know
even gentlemen,
lose patience sometimes.

It’s been a while since last
I saw your pretty face;
It’s been a while since last
I heard your sweet voice;
Ever since I can remember
We were to be best of friends;
Ever since I can remember
We were to be inseparable.

It’s been long since last
You and I said more than “Hi?”
It’s been long since last
You were a part of my dreams;
Ever since I can remember
We were to be untouchable;
Ever since I can remember
We were to be fire and smoke.

Days gone, Weeks passed
Months flown;
Still we can’t stand looking
Into each others eyes;
Still we can’t stand
Each others presence;
Something went wrong
Along both our roads.

Eventually,
Time will pass us by,
Lead us different ways,
Different lives to live;
Maybe one day we’ll meet again
Not necessarily in this life,
But one day, our paths
Will cross one more time.

It might take
Two, three decades; a century
Or even forever
Till next I see your face,
But be sure,
I’ll never forget you;
Not a single day will pass
Without thinking of you;
It’s been nice knowing you
I’ll forever remember you.

For now, there's no need
Of goodbyes,
A simple parting shot will do;
No hugs, just a handshake
Till we meet again;
Maybe then we’ll be
In better positions
To be friends.
I look forward to that day.
“So long my friend, till we meet next”

we be slithering like snakes on a red carpet...sleek, slow and confident like a frog turned prince from a princess kiss...so goth in black jeans and black everything...so stoned walking seems more like beauty sleep...awake at dusk asleep by dawn...we sure aren't Vampires but we stand among them, creatures of the night...the so called nocturnal freaks.

Continuation every hour all day today...stay tuned

Dreaming Men

Dreams, make men;
Dreams, made by men;
Dreams made by men, made men;

nice...takes me back to a few years back when my cousin and i were in love with each other...Gross!!! right? I know...


depends on how distant a cousin... here where I live even first cousins marry and have children.. so shapirobo.. to each his own.. live and let live..

I'm glad you liked my write...

hehe...first cousins marrying
come on??? really?
or is it because i'm African that i can't believe that
i'm an atheist and still in my family that cannot happen
would be intresing tough...I'll let live
hehe...

living every moment memorably ~
i like

I must say,'life's funny?'
i don't get how
someones deeds finds their way back to them
but it does happen
look now everybody just wants to cry
for a good leader they chased away
with celebrations, singing songs of hate
gave no respect to the man as he left
today, they sit down to wish and pray
that in their lives, he'd still have a role to play,
he was harsh, he was tough
but at least he gave them milk and bread
he cared for them, as if they were his own
fed and clothed them the whole way.

so they chose the old fool
who compared to what they were used to
though old, was youthful
but all he did was sit on his ***
let his mouth do twice the work of his hands
let his stomach do more thinking than his brain
brought less joy, more pain
and if age is something to go about
if we were twenty four years old
now we are eight years less
...
I'd rather a caring dictator than a corrupt democracy
inspired by the Kenyan general elections of 2002
when President Mwai defeated President Moi
it's true better the devil you know to a angel you know nothing off
PROUDLY KENYAN.

nice...takes me back to a few years back when my cousin and i were in love with each other...Gross!!! right? I know...

Just woke up from a dream that was no dream at all
saw my whole life flash in my brain
from what i saw
if i were to die today
my life will have been of no great impotence
all my life i've been torn into two
between being something or being nothing
between doing what's wrong or what's right
it's like half of me is trapped in the dark
the other half shining in the light
i'm no villain but i'm also no saint
now i'm old but the fight still goes on
i don't think it will ever come to an end.
it's tough hanging on the balance of two opposite ends
where every good deed is replaced by something bad you did
in time you realize
your life resembles the edge of a blunt sword on your opponents chest
'completely useless'
'to die alive'
is the most ridiculous phrase
ever said by any man sane
but when your life is a real experience
to whatever the man meant
the phrase makes more sense
than any proverb you ever heard.
my life defines
'what it's like to be dead!'
if miracles still do happen
if you ever resurrect from your death
you'll find out first hand what it's like to be me
'a walking corpse'
a zombie to the human race.

these days i can't even stand to look at myself
it's easier to believe in hell than believing i once liked myself
in the bathroom; i'm staring
in front of the mirror; i'm searching
trying to find myself
what!
who has taken my place?
i can't recall seeing this face anywhere else before today.

everyday
i lie on the couch all day
my mind very far away
trips down memory lane
walking on lines of part events
none worth a smile
only more pain
if you've never seen ghosts before
well, you haven't looked through my eyes yet
my every single deed has come back to haunt me
maybe the devils proclaimed all evil break lose on me.
all these aches
have taken a lot away from me,
it's ironic, how the more i pray
the more i break,
sometimes i ask myself
'what happens when you run out of reasons to live?'
then i stand still as i try to listen
i hear no voice calling out my name
maybe my mission's complete, my life has come to an end and all that remains is for the grim to collect on his debt.

sometimes i just take time to cry
at the back of my head
i know the tears i shed
won't turn what's black to red
but crying makes me feel better about myself,
sometimes i wish i could drill a hole to my brain
to let the pressure get away
another hole to my heart
to drive the pain away
but as you well know 'wishes are not horsebacks for horsemen'.
just like an entrepreneur takes risks in her businesses
i too have taken big risks
by investing my adult age
in helping people out of misery in war stricken states
i thought when people depend on you
it can change the way you look at yourself
but so far nothing has changed
i'm even in a more deeper grave than i was before,
i've discovered the hard way
life's not your business place
where there's something to gain
from all the stress you get, for every extra hour spent
but life's a temporary living experience depending on the choices we make everyday

hehe...I'm happy you can relate

life is tough when all we want is a little bit of appreciation from men with solid rock hearts