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Life Cycle

Life is love
Love is pain
Pain is loss
Loss is death
Death is life.

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Suicide Thoughts

Got a gun and it's loaded
to his head it's pointed
but he won't pull the trigger
instead he took it to his wrist.
Nothing can save from the hurt
so he decides to take the cut
wasn't the 1st but I hope its the last
because every time he is alone
guess what is coming on...
His suicide thoughts.
He decided to go for the knife
after messing the good life
but he's living and still standing.
They think he doesn't deserve it
but the man above knows he's worth it.
This time he says he won't leave it
but instead learn to love it 
since you live and you learn
for himself he will yearn.
He still gets suicide thoughts
but he won't let it get to him.
Just cause she left him,
doesn't mean he has to leave him.

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Life Will Fade Away

Living me isn't as easy at seems
It is actually too freaking hard
For I think of death & it makes me grim
Especially remembering what I had.

Willing to live doesn't matter cause
It comes time for you to die hence
Learn to live with love since
Life isn't permanent:It comes & goes.

Father,help me not to be afraid
Always help me to keep my faith 
Draw me close & don't let my spirit fade
Engage me in your word & give me strength.

And when it comes time to go
With you is where I hope to be
Alive eternally with many people.
Yes, Life Will Fade Away,you'll see.

11th August 2018.

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Living, Loving

Want to know what's insane?
We go insane trying to keep sane.

I don't know what I'm feeling,
but it is stranger than living.

Swear I have seen no stranger thing,
at a time I'm low but the next I sing.

As it turns out life is no game
and I played myself, what a shame.

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Roseanne Barr

She is known as Barr Roseanne Barr
a pioneer who set the comedic bar.
she drunk the whole bar then opened her mouth 
and as fate would have it things went south.

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He

I tried but I just couldn't shout
so I had to find another way to let it out.
Got hurt so many times I lost count
that's why every time I flip a page
I have this new found rage
that can't wait to be out of it's cage.
It's putting spears through me call him Edge,
well,he is less of an Edge and more of a Beast
cause he is relentless to say the least
always pushing me to the edge
hence I still match to his beat
since he is greater than me.
He lies within where only I can see,
at times I might try to deny it
but the fact is He...He is in control.

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She

Let us listen to my little mix,
I wrote 5 please enjoy number six.

She's fine but not as Edwards,Perry,
but she fulfills my dreams like a fairy.

When I am down she's so Swift
to Taylor my Delicate heart,what a gift.

She really,really loves Sheeran, Ed
cause though I try,w/t Ed it's always Perfect...ly said.

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Save Me

I think i got it, but have i really?
i think i know, but do i really?
i think it gets easier by the day,
but does it really?

So many questions not as many answers
can't help but think i'll drown in my thoughts
and the only reason, the only cause is;
for most of my days i've been searching for the lost,
seeking to find what to me is unknown.
The stakes going up am becoming overwhelmed 
it's starting  to feel like am on the lot of the 'Pacific Realm'.
So i pray to God that he sends me a Noah
for the only way to be safe from my flood
is through him building me an ark.

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Reflections and Perceptions

Reflections and Perceptions 

BY Joshua Otieno Angasa

I hope our daughters will love me
as much as you guys love your Aabo.
That sentence-simple, but it lingers
like a shadow at golden hour,
soft, honest, unfiltered.

See, I stare at mirrors and moments,
trying to trace the outlines of a father
I’ve never met-yet somehow must become.
Trying to shape love from echoes,
build trust from silence,
and walk steady in rooms
where my reflection still doubts its own frame.

Perceptions.
They say men like us carry steel in our bones
but I’ve learned that tenderness is tougher.
That to raise daughters is to cradle
the future in your arms-
not with strength alone,
but with softness wrapped in consistency,
discipline dipped in laughter,
presence louder than promises.

I want to be her anchor,
the calm in her storm,
the lesson in her legacy.
Not just a provider,
but a presence-
the first man she ever trusts,
and never has to unlearn.

I wonder…
Will she hold my hand without fear?
Will she say “my Baba always showed up”?
Will she brag about me
the way you light up when you speak of your Aabo,
as if he wrote the blueprint of love on your soul?

That’s what I want.
Not perfection-
just enough love to feel immortal
in the eyes of someone who carries my name,
and maybe,
my laugh.

So I sit here,
in the stillness of this reflection,
praying that perception one day aligns-
that when she speaks of me,
it’ll be with the kind of reverence
you reserve for your Aabo.

Because if she loves me like that…
Then maybe,
just maybe,
I got it right.