​URGENT LETTER TO MY BROTHER, KENYA..

Published May 4, 2017 by the vulture

Morning Bro,

My name is RWANDA..Your small bro…This letter is a bit long…anyway, how are You? Hope you are good…Just like Me. Bro, It’s long since we talked but this letter is urgent ! You have to do what I say!

Bro, in April 1994, the worst happened to Me. After the death of My President, Juvenal Habyarimana, who was a TUTSI, my people went totally crazy!

You see, The TUTSI and HUTU were the major tribes that I had…Now, the HUTU were smaller than the TUTSI and the TUTSI had held on to power for so long! And in April, madness began!

After a fierce campaign propaganda by the angry HUTUs, who wanted power too, I watched as the HUTU bought 581,000 machetes (pangas) from China.

I sadly watched as the HUTU also bought rocket launchers, mortar bombs, grenades and ammunition worth £18M from Egypt.

My heart was beating. My soul was scared. I watched, with sadness and fear, the media spreading false propaganda, lies and innuendo to the public!

I even watched the CHURCH preaching hatred, ethnicity and war.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. The stage was set for War. My children were getting prepared for the worst! Hate Leaflets were being spread. The HUTU were getting armed. The TUTSI were getting scared.

Bro, one sad morning, IT HAPPENED!

I heard children screaming! I saw women crying! I heard men wailing! MY HEART ALMOST STOPPED!

Bro, within 100 days, My children turned into animals! They butchered each other! Slaughtered each other! Ambushed each other!

I watched as 1,000 TUTSI children were burnt alive in a Polish Catholic Church!

I watched as 2,500 TUTSI men were bombed to death while hiding in a tiny, crowded Church!

I watched sadly as around 250,000 girls were mercilessly raped and beaten to death!

I watched as 400,000 TUTSI men lost their manhood after it was cut in public by the HUTU!

I watched as 2,000 women were thrown into a pit of fire like dead houseflies!

I watched endless rivers of blood flow. 

I love you so much with all this competition for a better world. 

I beg you… Please… Meditate on this. 

I sign out

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Hello Humanity  !?

Published May 3, 2017 by the vulture

Hello, have you lost your human values?

Were they shoved down there on your socks

To rot as smelly forgotten refuse

Like fossil in those decayed moss-covered rocks?

Have you so lost the way, your eyes became myopic?

That wrong seems right and black is white

Sways of soul confusion that’s rather tragic

Your views are sickly warped, it’s just not right!

Hello, where would you attempt to grasp some balance

When those that seek your demise, you love instead

Would you give them your savings if you had the chance

Believe in pious lies from a cause chops heads?

Hello, was your mind somehow erased or just deleted

That in zombie-like trance you now profess what’s gross

And mouth platitudes beyond all logic, so demented-

That it’s a pity to conclude you had memory loss.

We Lost The War

Published May 2, 2017 by the vulture

Humanity,  used to exist. Yeah, there was that time when we all longed to stay for so long. Longer than the gods of life. My grandpa is in tears. We are whitewashed, brains purely drowned. Emptiness is what he sees. The world he lived in is different. Man has lost humanity. We lost the battle of humanity to materialism. Then, hearts were so big. Accomodating all the needs and demands. Today, we are living for money. I get today and am done. I will sacrifice my next door neighbor to hit the quan. I will ignore my past looking at a present so full of money. We are living on one side of the coin. We no longer toss it to see both sides. We read the first page of the magazine and not the magazine itself. Yes, that is what we do. So shallow in our thinking and acting. Why?  We no longer flip the coin. Poverty is striking us everyday. The rich are getting richer every passing day. Them, politicians, are instigating wars with their words. But we are blind to all this. We don’t see the larger scope. We see only the arc that is exposed in our radii. Men! We are lost. Accept it. We are gone. Far beyond humanity. Far beyond animosity. We are actually beasts. Incarnate. No past no future and a void present worth forgetting. We have lost the war of remaining human. Long ago. Maybe if you get this, you will check on your neighbor. Say a word and you will feel the beauty of being human again. It’s so sweet being human. But we are living on the bitter side of it all. 

Wailing at the Aisle

Published March 21, 2017 by the vulture

People cry all day and think overnight about this. We create illusions taking around businesses in a group. Life screws you everyday, you think hard. People are bitching around for a life. A life they wished for. A life so real in visuals and images drawn in skeletons. My mind runs eralds whenever i meet them. Yeah.  They are couples so strong. But you know what…. ? What??  I am so independent. So lost in this world but so sttong in my independence. My creativity runs whenever am alone thinking strong. Being single is great and free. Running around getting crushes on many. Living happily with thoughts streaming freely in my mind.  Useless illusions make me happy everyday. Nobody questions my desires whenever a curvy being goes past my eyes. Only my mind and thoughts question her credibility of being single. Why is she all alone? Can i change anything in her or maybe she isanother manila advert making rounds. Looking for simple prey, easy meat balls laying at the eyes of a vulture. Yeah. I enjoy being in this situation. So had to get outta the way. Let life not mess up with my emotions creating equations. Griding images to create gauges, that will not shelf the desires in me. 

I am living a simple life, so simple. Dimples run my mind everyday, whenever i see them. But, love is so affectionate and passionate. I have the affection but lack the passion. So my love is lost, like a dove in war. Peace broken into pieces. Am living single and i mingle later. Creativity is my passion. Make juice and lets sip as we make lines and dime in intense thoughts. Maybe in this, love will grow. If it doesn’t,i will be content with all i have. In silence,i will have my variance guided

ADIOS

Published March 9, 2017 by the vulture

to give us this morning of shadow-cast bodies lumped under thick, stiff quilts, wooden blinds chopping winter-white sunlight up into more manageable blocks my beautiful wonder sprawled on her stomach we rinse out sticky wine glasses to later refill every flat surface covered with clay, candles and their coated holders, pencils and canvas edges, dead […]

via MAKING PRAYER TO ANY LISTENING GODS by EMILY BLAIR — VAGABOND CITY

Published January 25, 2017 by the vulture

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Particles of what once was whisper on the wind Hush and listen! See it dance in the light faint though familiar fragile but fading As if to say goodbye particles of what once was caress my cheek stop and feel it as they catch the wind and like wings take flight and darker falls the […]

via PARTICLES — Deuxiemepeau- Picturing Poetry by D. B. Donnelly