I have been hoping that everyone would rechannel the way to their aims. Theyíre often thought to be reachable by any type of attempt possible but it just ruins the achievementÖ


Warmth
(T. Fila Kazi)

I warm myself with the heat of my star.
I let it regenerate as I reach my quasar,
Bright, so bright that it changes its colors
And I wanderÖ

Every there and here in the room of my whereabouts ;
Watching others, satisfied of their being at ease and jobbed.

Warmth,
The sphere turns on itself and friends go alive.
Warmth,
The core burns on and along and uprightness goes destrived.
Warmth,
The waves learn on state and rejoice the meaning of life.

Which is to learn and act what it says.
They will find the answers in their mind like it obeys
Their wishes, rooted wishes that make their valor
And Iím prouder.

Every there and here in the room of my whereabouts ;
Watching others, satisfied of their being at ease and jobbed.

Warmth,
The sphere turns on itself and friends go alive.
Warmth,
The core burns on and along and uprightness goes destrived.
Warmth,
The waves learn on state and rejoice the meaning of life.

Itís running circles for analyses thatíll give no exit.
Itís the same time of a life thatís to better til itís complete.
Once dead for another turn and toss, itís verified there were too much outgreed,
So remaining oneself, and itís then easier to be happy to content with plansí deed
Is the only creed that permits my living and I hope that a or b gots equal
In the similarity of all our differences that contains the colors of my magic.
Now that itís earnt and learnt, I can go relieved and still to my static
And itís no drastic, itís when all the people all landed that the logic operates.
I can do whatever Iím doing when Iím doing it, yet private,
Hopping upon my aim none can know cos itís self-advocate
Who owns it, and you might be hoping a ponder-me but I donít buy what you ate ;
So go aside when you wait, byebye the quasars say..
Black holes keep being ambiant, ziiite !

Warmth,
The sphere turns on itself and friends go alive.
Warmth,
The core burns on and along and uprightness goes destrived.
Warmth,
The waves learn on state and rejoice the meaning of life.


©2009/TFK