November Wordsworth

After dark,  under a neath falls of a night's bleed, I a viking hiking in amorous armour chasing after fireflies in a silver sky folded blind to a known unknown rounding about an antiquated thing a centripetal headless sculpture behold I a soul so charming, so graceful. For as a sun rises far in the east, later seen furthermore in the west sprinkles of light giveway to a thing a contagious bud sprout, on intrinsically an ambiguous facade later seen furthermore on my face too, deep within hearts so livid, so broken unfolds a story of old, a story untold! Amble long along, darkened sidewalks merry-go-round, round and round playing street games, of thrones over barricades we sit enthroned take the world into blurry captivity agile spontaneous unbreakable gazes lost into forever, in breaths & heart throbs synced with a flow of unconscious lips. Dragged by enticiments of emotions tossed around like wild flowers in wilt running from demons in our minds sinking deep to bottoms of eyes

Life starts at a flower's bloom, in splashes of waves it's jaunted soothed under it's own sea spray to it's fullest, life is lived through love. If only could walls talk, query a query, "Where is the love" the least hidden under folded pages, scrapped off walls of a broken heart. Where is the love? Affright in freight, aboard a paper plane flight, or frothed in spits of effervesce transpired, dead and gone? There is the love, in darkness, adrift in wilts of meaninglessness, where trust is traded for weakness eschewed, wrapped up for loneliness. @ juliuscseguya  

Rifts of broken windowsills breeze whistle puffs of thin air, pelt off drops of aurora down pour  soothed by spikes of a twilight shine, clicks of cutlery,  cries of a spoon warfare. A frothing little thing, brittle under springs of tea spray of a wuthering vapour haze carried on by aromatic auras of jasmine and vanilla. A caramel pinnacle, encircled by steamed dumplings lazing over crunchy drumsticks drenched in spits of ketchup, breaking nuts of jaw bolts. Gnarled under emerald quilts, I groan off aches for the luscious, a mahogany creak paves way for,  glimpses of radiance, last & only,  a breakfast, cozy in bed. @juliuscseguya

 I've never imagined,  someone so loved be gone,  be wiped from this earth, cast down under loneliness in the darkness of the hades,  forever more. Like a phonex rises out from ashes,  out of darkness rises  the finest grief of loneliness,  loneliness is a battle  even queens are ought to fight, lone alone for themselves. I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do, if at all could I have something, something stronger than whiskey to slap my soul out awake out of this grief-mare.  Here we lay him,  set for his lone journey in the dark,  on the other side of the bridge who will hold his hand who will light his path? ...hold me please... Let us pray; "Our Father which art in heaven,  h allowed be thy name.  Thy kingdom come,  thy will be done on earth,  as it is in heaven,  give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts,  as we forgive our debtors lead us not into temptation,  but deliver us from evil:  for thine is the kingdom,  and the power, and the g

A walk back through time, back to the days of our kickstart sweet aches of missing hearts immersed in sentiments of amorousness a long for a kiss, on to a dimpled cheek It all hurt though a little bit less the acupuncture of missings longs for a touch if only not a glance when all that was on our lips was; "let's not to brake each other's hearts" A skim through specs of espionage I see how drastically things can change holding at hand fragments of promises fallen of oath shattered verses of broken vows those little voices, had I felt it coming? However, Where was the fault? was it in our stars, or in our scars? When that time comes a time for you to walk out of the door that surely I know has already come may it hurt not forget me not perhaps for the dimpled couple you and I made may pain not be a payback a backlash for all the selfless affection I painted you with once upon a time. Once upon a time Heaven & earth told a tale, of me and you today, a tale is told o

 On an other realm of a gray mirror I speak to a nostalgical pysche, so stuck in the gnashes of the old sunken deep in scratches of a heart, incisions of a passed past treachery. Nuisance voices over my head, far cries of the hysterical scathed haunts of a somber hollow soul  an oceanic void yet not filled, a home of stray impure spirits. Off I rip hides old of age bold onto cold heels I hold walk a straight in sleight entrust once a heart over again, stand and skin over.  Off a top shelf, I dress a new self a solicit engraved in loyalty to a top contender I surrender, firm knots gnarled by our hems to him a rib all forever and more. @juliuscseguya

 As we push a head of headwinds smooth lines lie 'tween bliss and misery where bountifulness of bounty is, emptiness of the empty is as well. In a world of immiscible miscellany  where the rich and the poor stratums intertwine only in relation to fellowship we toil for a reachable unreachable. Vivid hypothetical parameters set, between nobility and peasantry where hemispheres of divergence adjudicate,  laws of domain repulsion prevail. At first sight, we fall for each other made for each other in love we bloom torn apart in a wink by forces of nature though on this same earth, we live in different worlds. @ Juliuscseguya

Into a river of affection we drop spots of our blood,  intertwined to flow for eternity.  Entangled in a synthesis of ecstasy pulses matched with breathes twinkles with winkles. Immersed in immense caresses of delight we dance to a symphonious tune  off our synchronous heartbeats. Over we transpose hearts transfuse blood, exfoliate an aroused thirst,  into an orchestra of lust. @juliuscseguya

Amidst debris of an endangered  under the influence of paranoia  dipped in paralysis of a scathe I debrief a heart solo in danger so low all along, so broken. An amorphous thing so naive so crazily tasty a weakness for sweetness found no elsewhere than, deep the depth of a heart. As you broke for her, for you I broke I ran into hiding, for it hurt so bad bathed and swum in my own spill lone alone, to a shore I tethered like a fish, my fins learned to swim. @juliuscseguya

Among hails of my wail along lousy sidewalks of life see a night so dark reincarnates unfolding an orchestra of sombre sinking I deep down a lake of grief. There where lost was I where I needed someone, a shoulder to lean on and cry someone to bring me back to life out of oblivion, you were that only. When I needed a place that place to feel like home to heal and nurse my wounds you were that place and here we're behold in you I fell and forever I dwell. @juliuscseguya

Broken places heal in your presence ruining solitudes of immense sombre In essence of a celestial chandelier hoisted high in attics of a solarium dangling down like a waning crescent. down deep a broad awakening of sobriety  Beneath surreal scars, worry unfolds where can I enshroud you? in a celestial chest where moths and vermin do not destroy?  or under caves and rocks of mountains, where phalanges unravel not? Savouring an accent of a touch so familiar  selflessly, I give away lips unzipped Imprisoned in your thoracic sculpture,  Helplessly, in your words I take flight Why did you carry me this so high? Despite of your knowledge, of my fear for heights. @juliuscseguya

Beneath an other breath besieged in a chest's breadth in embrace of a sunset breeze enwrapped in a petaloid sheathe I behold a blossoming writhe. Chills of shudders we bloom down like a noontide sun shower a resonance of  whispers of hearts in embrace of serenity of the quiet whimpers slither hisses of oath. In your mere fond I melt savouring a vintage's finest, flavors of jasmine off your lips trampling the streets of my heart, tranquil a tempest of our romance. @juliuscseguya

 Running all over around, with scars all over my lips  I savour a fizzing ire, frothing on scaly walls of my tensile ventricles. Healing comes not over a night I cuddle up in aches of my inner feasting on thrills of despair embrace of serenity of pains accept, leave and start the healing. I saddle a dappled shire, for an escape to nowhere along an unknown itinerary mossed meadows and ferns. In a stranger's embrace flickering in emotional ardour uttering loud clamorous bangs a clumsy heart skips beats.  Caressed by spikes of a candle light lost on count of breaths lingering off tactiles of an agile closer together ablaze we laze A small thing happening in a big city. @juliuscseguya

Chasing after the sun and   friends of faded friends  in a ring of antiquate etiquettes concoctions of malevolence  slither under a haze of darkness out of caves beneath showers of the Nile over a temperate sooth of the Rwenzori glaciers. Shrill calls of a hyla crucifer prior to  creaky chirps of a sombre cricket scrunching over a cemetery palisade, heeding raucous hoots of a haunting owl synchronized with sonorous winks of a grieving chiropteran. Teeth chatter along with a chilly nightfall breeze agaze at a Luna as though ablaze  descending beyond the far dusk lane a blossoming mare glints  over a dreamy psyche  for the fear of the mystery untold, may not the night unfold. @juliuscseguya

I am a sentinel at watch awaiting an epiphany for he who comes on clouds holds seven stars in his right, the light of the night. As kitschy lingering days fold, nights unfold the untold will I not ware? definitely I'll tear as a thief he comes in the dark behold eyes will see Him, even those of those who scathed his ribs so will I on hold. Frigid whirly winds writhe deep far though through rough troughs of my curly wrinkles beneath the depth of withered facials born of the seed, purchased by the blood a millennium along with the lamb I amble. november (the black poet) ©2023

 Robed in apparels of presumption presumably vintage shenanigans though a prodigy right from birth the adept artist known only to a hamlet Knows not what the world out holds for him. On spree of a mirage for La Belle tireless fingers drop strokes off for a psyche of a betroth mistress a facade soothed as twice as wistful adored though unknown. What could possibly go wrong? where a smooth line lies between sorrow and bliss emblazoned in crimsons of scarlet, A lust for love that only exists in graffiti. In her eyes deep lies ambiguity query, worry or weary? mystery behind hands in nestle a medieval far background unfiltered, uncensored creme dela creme Mona Lisa, admiral of portraits he paints.  @juliuscseguya

 A swift spiral in sleight  carried on by a shy breeze in a virgin glade's heart before whispers of nightfall. In embrace of strings and bling Violin notes cut through flute glitches off a gramophone writhing off vinyls of vintage  A sister of the emerald bathed with Paris green hazes hovering over a dappled cedar floor kissed by spits of dusk and dawn Adept toes of a ballerina fitted onto a strong feminine frame swaying among stray leaves, In a photo fitted onto a dining wall.  🕺  @juliuscseguya