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Nirvana

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Nirvana

Its all about the simple things
That make you believe you have wings
To soar past all things
Gory and pretentious
And transport you to a new age
A new page
Of poetry transformed into a reality
Of less tears
Less fears
More belief and satisfaction
To the birth of a new nation
Of hope
Ambition
Little destruction…
A time of love and devotion
Unborn civil movements
Proposing all of society’s improvements
Compassionate governments
Not obsessed with undersea cables
Selfless leaders
Defined not by the level of their sycophancy
Unperverted men of god
Who thought of boys as society’s protectors
And not commodities
For short term pleasures
A simpler time when we all looked within
And not over the burden on our shoulders
Towards a haunting past
Playing tag with our futures
Ignoring the urgency of our present
And erasing all effort
Towards our individual nirvana.
The simple things
That cracked our faces with smiles
Filled our souls with little joys
Teared our eyes with laughter
Simple.
Things.
Simpler.
Times

Very cool

I dreamt last night
Not of the always imminent grenade threat
Nor of the seemingly disappearing Nairobi heat
Not of the never ending party scenes
Nor of the muffled December screams
But of something much more neat
Something cool
Something provoking
I dreamt of an old man and his never-ending rant
Something very cool

In my dream there were no sounds
No words
No syllables
Just looks and nods
And occasional winks
That all ended in questions
Questions without answers 
Answers that were in front of me 
Answers I could not find 
Something very cool 


So his eyes asked if I pray 
My eyes responded that I do 
His lips demanded to know how and why 
My hands made the cross sign to show 
That indeed I do pray 
My heart pounded to a certain beat 
Then murmured: 
To the father, the son and the holy spirit 
His ears laughed 
Something very cool 
His forehead coughed 
His nose twitched Then demanded: 
Whose father? 
Ours. 
Whose son? 
His. 
And the spirit? 
Theirs. 
Is this how you were taught to pray? 
Each night and every day. 
Son of my son 
Do you know your God? 
Yes 
Does he know you? 
Yes 
Do you now where he is? 
Up in heaven. 
Wrong. 
He is you. 
He is me. 
He is everywhere. 

Something totally cool.