But at such a point

And when there’s much to think about

there’s too little to say

but at such a point

there’s quadrillions of things to write

and gazillions of words to get lost in.

BENIGN.

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Always

I’m told people tire
But I dare call exemptions on myself
There’s more to my heart’s being myogenic
For it beats not only for me
But also for the depth of the love my existence can’t help but feel for you Mi Amor
I’m never to fatigue
And just as time knows no end
My love for you knows no halt
You’re the love of my life
And I’ll always love you.

I don’t walk alone

I don’t usually walk alone

But I know the beauty of solitary saunters

And I know how sweet it is to hum tunes my brain credits itself for

so I walk with my music

and my problems too

Chanting them as if to entertain the whizzing winds

Singing them as if the melodies would shoo them away,

With the incessant brrrr!s they leave on my ears

Chorusing them to the birds

Just as if their responses are solutions

Chirp! Chirp! they quip, and I sing along

There’s a solution to my troubles,

The winds and birds know,

I don’t walk alone.

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I don’t walk alone.

The environment

The environment
The beauty, the marvel
It be the breath of fresh air that our hearts beat on
Or that splash of clean water that more often than not quenches our thirsts,
It’s an ineffable magnificence
Straight from the rejuvenating sunrises, our dear vitamin D
To the brain calming orange sunsets that we love to watch
It’s that mango, it’s slices that are Life; food
Or that kale whose leaves taste so good
And the shade we quite often enjoy
And again, the tree or two that’s the timber on our roof…

The environment
The undying source that for granted we take
And for the proverbial beings we are
None will miss the waters till the wells run dry
It’s the trees we cut and don’t replace
That’ll be the death of our fresh air
It’s the waste that we’d rather dispose in a river
That’ll be the extinction of our fish
And oh well, burnt plastics
To see to it that seeing starry nights becomes a fairy tale
And to cup it all up
The beauty that’ll be turned to a dream
If we cease to conserve

Will I…

I’m in the bathroom and my water is cold

I feel man enough today to not have it warmed,

My water isn’t just cold, it freezes

My knuckles shudder,my teeth rattle

And all these, just at sight….

Will I bathe today?

My racing heartbeat, and my trembling torso know better

My still dry sponge knows too..