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Street Sweeper.

I street Sweeper, I could you tell you my dreams! While I sweep, sweep clean all the alleys and bins, When I sing, sing songs of the cars and the clothes, That maybe one day, would give me a face and a name. I street sweeper, I move, move because I am invisible, I know, know because I have no voice, I am allowed to see, see because I am blind, This is why I am trusted with the secrets of this city. I street sweeper, Have a kanga for the naked and mad, Pick up the wrappers and packs, Of a population of people who have no time for people, Who are without face, without name! I street sweeper, Take whatever scraps remain, Make a home of whatever is strong, And a meal at the brink of...

I street Sweeper, I could you...

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So it goes.

You wake up with the rising sun, Drench your blood in your favorite variant of nicotine or caffeine, You are wired to toil till the sun sets, Fueling at preordained intervals. The moonlight glow marks another chance to rest, To wait for the rising sun, and so it goes. Script n Rhyme by Shedyk....

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Məshē

We rushed, Our worlds about to crush, Now there is just a hush.   Script n Ryhme by Shedyk....

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Transformation behind the razor

A soothing reggae tune oozes from the speakers Its message far more ominous and compelling, Sharper than the reverberating razor in his hands.   He gently cleans it in the best way he knows how Pouring over it a glistening oil followed by surgical spirit Then looks at me in anticipation, an almost ‘are you ready?’ nod.   He drapes my shoulders in a black linen cloth Gently ties a knot behind my back – not too tight, not too loose A ritual that feels new and strange every time.   I’m seated facing the mirror pondering his next move Half filled with excitement, half fearing the shears in his hands Rumor has it, a slight mistake and the damage is precarious.   He gently lowers his blades toward me; I can loudly hear their mechanical...

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You?

I want to know you, Trace the cracks on the wall you face, When the sun tucks away in the west. Know how you scream at the sight of a spider, The sound of your whisper in the midst of a blackout, Hear that gasp escaping, when you touch a slimy slug. To marvel at your high pitch squeal, When a jelly comb gets stuck in your hair. Hear that groan when the morning shower is too cold. Learn what food makes your face light up, The flavors of pinpop that leaves you gigley, Know what tickles you funny bone. What is the color of your favorite shampoo? Candles, cream or red? Table mat, checked or flowered? Who is you favorite author? Holiday, Backpack or duffel bag? Drink, Randy or Modest? When was your last dental check? Hero, Marvel...

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Midnight Chinfest

A deck of cards, Chicken soup and bread, Hip-hop beats from the album Nirvana.   A gang of friends, A crazy conductor playing six pianos, Laughter cutting across the room.   It was bound to be a short night, As sleep vacated our buzzing minds, Against an onslaught of animated chitchat.   Every sentence come out unmeasured, Each word lingering a midst eager faces, All seemingly synced to one verbal discourse.   Each noun an ounce heavier than usual, From horror series to poetry and back to movies, From harps to violins and back to music.   From power plays to love and back to philosophy, From critique to phishing and back to coffee dates Drifting off-topic, back and everything in between.   The night quickly weaned off unnoticed, Giving way to the wee hours of the morning, And the sun rose to a never ending...

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Rhythm of Calm

Sometimes, I want to ring you up Tell you, how much love - Still resides in the bowels of my heart; Even if no longer in that way – Since, either someone beat me to the scene, And ringed you with some shiny rock, ahead of my laxity, Or that you are no longer taken by, The fancies of romance and their intimate plays   I want to pick up the phone: Playfully tease and toy with you - Like a cat does with a ball of thread, Or a predator with secured prey ahead of dinner; Mischievously have you narrate, How high I get you with every button pressed right, Every string strummed to desired tune; Or how low you get, when we’re not in contact - For what seems eon, upon eon, upon eon! Initiate that most...

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{Debug mode}

Tired geek at the end of the week Content not coded to the Intent Wanting to ‘run’ life in debug mode   Building main life always returns an error At the rate of amnesia being high Why is debugging so memory intensive   The team server is offline half the time Profiler indicating worn out snap shots Yet revert modifications is disabled   Checking out a new template every New Year Importing and adding to favourites Only to forget to compile and process it   A quick version checks ‘aging fast! Time to package and upgrade Settle down on permanent storage   Advanced commands defining responsibility Hard to trace, calibration all the tougher All the time, a need to scan for external changes   The pallets come in handy Dragging and dropping from that scripture Auto running feeds from that soap-opera   Looking up to the skies Wondering who’s...

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THE OTHER ONE

In another time, another life; All factors constant and considered, Both parties on the same wavelength, Scruples dangling uselessly on the window-sill - And the Other One conveniently inexistent: I’ll eat from your hand – a tamed beast, Toe the party line from sheer bliss Brought about by my prying for misadventure, Utterly mindless of a dark surprise hanging unseen - As I hug tightly, the mirage of a storybook finale!   ALAS! It is now! Everything is as is and appears thought through:- And the Other One inconveniently exists. ©Orato 2014 ...

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SUZANNE FROM THE TRAIN RIDE HOME

Never did I allow myself the vaguest thought - That inside tin, timber and silicon boxes; Christened carriages and dragged along rails - By wizened, half-attentive engineers steering - A yellow-lined relic through Kibera, homeward - Love or Attraction in all their varying versions Would brew, even if fleetingly.   And though Love and Attraction – or whatever that was Never fully flourished into a burgeoned bougainvillea Your name and the train and the phrase they both formed Remain on my mind and on my lips: Suzanne from the Train Ride Home!   THE TRAIN-WRECKED ORATOR! :-) ©Kevin Orato 2013 ...

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Sahibu wa dhati.

Kuna binti kanizengue, Uhondo teletele kanibubujia, Kicheko twaliangua.   Tukiwa mamoja, Furaha inazolea, Tabasamu si haba.   Sahibu wa dhati keshakua, Kila uchao namuwaza, Roho nitamfungulia.   Script n Ryhme by ©Shedyk 2013...

Kuna binti kanizengue, Uhon...

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Chronicles of Time

I got a pendulum in the house. Ticking away to every thought. My notions attentive to its motion. I relapse at the laps of every hour. Slipping away like quicklime. The final lap should come before I collapse. How do I make my seconds rhyme? When my mime is at its prime. Because this time surely cost's a dime. If God had a petition court, I’d ask him to slow down his Chronometer. Ask him for one more hour on the clock. One more day on the week. One more week on the month. One more month on the calendar. One more time to ask for more time. To make every minute minute count. To leave a good chronicle in time. Script n Rhyme By Shedyk ©Shedyk 2011 ...

I got a pendulum in the house....

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