With brilliance and intellect enriched,
is how she envisions herself as rich,
an asset so valuable, mentality so powerful,
an example of those who drink from the fountain of truth.
Clarity of vision may not be what she proclaims,
cause the place of best decisions is not from where she hails,
but the crystal clarity of her self-belief,
and not to mention the esteem in which she holds her dreams,
are simply unexplainable through any of her speech,
She lives her life, and lets her actions speak.
A young visionary herself she deems,
not wanting to settle for what things seem,
the author and cast of her own script,
beyond horizons she lets her mind drift,
but how can it be at just her age,
she's thinking of early retirement yet doesn't know of employment the pain?
perhaps it's because she's never wanted such a life to answer to authority,
do work she hates honestly,
receive pays, stress through many days,
she says she'd rather live free and happy,
than live only for another to seed,
and die 'cause of a meagre salary.
So, now you ask, who is she?
seeking brilliance rather than grands,
that answer i cannot put in a way simply,
a mind so beautifully growing,
I know she and i will some day again meet,
it matters not how long 'till that day reach,
but to go back to your question once more,
the person i speak of is none other than..
*insert looks of complete awe*
Kuna time, ningekuwaza ningesmile,
Kuna time, ungenice 'twapeana time,
Kuna time, we we're like food na spice,
Ndani, Bila ? Mlaji bado anice.
Siku za unlimitext, all night calls,
Chicken Inn, Creamy Inn, KFC, Galitos,
Junkie, Village Market, Riverside, Westie to Buru,
but you gave me away like a charity group. (Why?)
Mind games, opinions from your mates,
Never wanting to be genuine until it's late,
Believing everything I do or say is a trick,
Disbelief whatever whenever I'm unconcerned.
Surprised, I was willing to let you go?
Angry that I'm happy, single and moving on!
Ulitishia kuniseti, wazazi, mchawi, mambanga,
Blackmail - FB, Twitter.
Hate group offline, mandiraundi,
Haribu jina na mbana, your friends gossip?
I learn the truth from mine.
Ka kutokwa line, nangos ubaki nayo?
Uarif mob ulidedi na dharau!
" I am out to leave the past behind,
external aggressors and my inner wolves
but they have lovers and children too,
who are pissed i'm sending back wounds,
where's the line?
looking out for me,
and caring for who's who.
Reality doesn't know any of that,
things too complicated for any single move,
Makes me wonder, who drew their sword first,
Hunger for freedom, turned into blood thirst,
Half-vamp,
Half aware wolf,
even on new moons, have to be starting, something.
I guess i'm a mystery to my own company,
Damn,
isn't that,
nothing?
Counting myself and me as collateral damage,
maybe i'm the bastard ??
All i know is you can only let someone down for so long,
until they just slip you out of their imagination at whatever cost.
If i did pick where to be born,
i must have forgot to do so with my eyes open,
If i did tell my parents that i love them,
must have done so with my heart frozen."
Yeah, that’s the perfect feeling to leave the past and have a new beginning. Things will never be ok unless your sole and mind are ok to do and feel they did the correct thing and you are sure of being proud of yourself
May 8, 2020
P03MZ : untitled 5
How the fuck can i describe waiting on, something i perceive as unreal?
does the most scenic sunrise mean anything to a creature of the night,
besides time to say goodbye to feeling alive?
besides abandoning all the sand castles of the dark playground?
besides losing all the sights and sounds of senses wide open?
besides all of that?
Some of its friends are eager for that same moment,
to journey into the dark of the imagination,
travel far and wide from a bed-ridden location,
each with their own fantasy of forever.
I'm rooting for the one searching for a knife,
to puncture their own heart and let adrenaline fly out,
paint the night red -
you only live now.
Fuck the future, it can look out for itself,
whatever needs saving -
Jah's your Kal-el.
It's sucky chaining up a tiger in your attic,
all that weight and heart pressing down on a paper ceiling,
holding back passion that was always meant to live wild,
how is it you'd expect glassed eyes to choose denial?
In building a dam, stage is set for a coming flood,
who's bold enough to build their house nearby?
there were never any foundations, damn, another Solai!
Yet the landlord's name is on the dog tags,
and every other document? the beast has.
The tiger's home security for threats from above,
in a neighbourhood of castles called The Leafy Suburbs.
Thieves beware -
you'll have to kick down the gate,
don't worry -
somehow, the cops are always late.
The tiger lays in wait,
ready for any enemies.
It hasn't eaten fresh meat in years,
it'll make a quick meal of any intruders.
{7th May 2020}
fuck flowers!
I'll be their shit when I'm dead,
after I've drained every last drop of passion,
I don't burn this fuel just to get ahead.
It's fucking twisted to hold people back,
then soon as they're dead?
Jump on a band wagon,
like "So sorry we miss them"
fucking dickriders.
It's sickening. Mother Earth's been crying,
She gave out pearls, we became swine.
Maybe it would be better knowing your last day,
Buy yourself some flowers,
before you decay.
Guess who will never give a fuck?
fate!
All the time that exists doesn't mean a thing,
The greatest gift is choice,
Know what I mean ?
Watch as zombies and robots try to dissect art,
That's the very reason they'll never have real heart,
so focused on science yet hypocritical,
Limiting everything with their bitter self-importance,
Yet some of them know to leave some things be,
the few who like some artists understand,
Love that you become is the origin of any meaning.
Watch as evil tries to destroy that every day,
Sometimes that's how it is -
when real hearts just give up, and in.
Kill flowers so even evil doesn't enjoy beauty,
It'll be less than a year until they fall on their swords,
even then some will still be in denial.
Thank realness the universe is expanding,
Love needs to leavevil behind,
mother earth? She set us all up!
But hey,
At least she had her fun.
Give her a crown of dead thorned flowers,
Light will never forget the good times they shared.
Who will never give a fuck though?
fate!
That's why real hearts take their destinies in their own hands,
Do right,
everything else be damned.
Taking a minute to map this out,
it's been many months since i wrote something down,
typical of me to dive right in,
didn't finish this initially,
yet already plotting on a new thing.
Giving this train of thought a minute to fully stop,
I can't help but question if possibly i'm suffering, from a mild form of ADD,
or perhaps i'm sprinkling water on a seed,
planted by my favourite comedian Bill.
Regardless, whatever the situation,
at the bottom of it,
I'm doing this for me,
This is more than just therapy, catharsis for internal bleeding,
I bleed cause it's necessary,
primal need to feel,
the need to feel feelings that aren't necessarily ideal,
some times filling up with feigned feelings,
to fake the alive feeling,
that's present in every minute -
emptiness needs filling.
It's rather dentist-esque,
isn't it ?
Like a tooth filling,
the silver penetrates the decay.
Purpose of this train of thought is unknown,
not to spite,
not to encourage self-belief,
or spark a revolution,
all utter bullshite.
Maybe it's just to form a new thought pattern,
one based on finding recreation,
in re:creation,
of a mind's hobby that stopped at a station,
in the middle of Bloody Overpriced Fuel nation.
The price to pay or forever be a dying lantern in the dark?
Hope so dearly to blaze some spark in the darkness.
I'm like a firefly,
A sunburnt firefly.
Press my pen to the page and feel it soften,
the rhythm of my strokes mark the beat to what I'm jotting,
the finesse of my palm's touch as I'm feeling the page up,
feeling to get a feel of how exactly i should fill it up -
with my words,
the nouns -
connected dots through verbs,
the verb -
nothing more than a word,
one which occurs -
when a poetic boy meets girl,
I'm not talking of spoken word,
so let me stop sweating your creativity,
thinking up all these absurd terms,
written word, is how you're feeling this.
Hoping that you've synced up,
don't resist -
just follow the river where it goes,
Back to the track,
back to the class - in session,
possessive aggressive with the chalk on this board,
a mighty lesson - some are about to reckon,
with no instrumental for this -
soldier is my soul,
each letter is a weapon!
I'm building up fitness with this lyrical exercise.
fuck common limits,
I live my life senseless,
experience it as some creator meant,
"Go forth and create!"
Pressing on like a shaft of light,
without hesitation.
Yeah i've heard women just want to be taken care of,
it's a man's world after all,
but feminist wars,
are changing all that.
It seems so, but to me,
tastes like the same misogynist bullshit on a hot new plate,
then i says to me:
"What you need to see,
is that's just the way it is.
You think it's easy giving birth, or raising a kid ?!?
They're already at a loss,
complex electras,
hell, even Eve and Lillith never saw their Dad bro.
They're waiting on G-d to come bring justice,
teach the men lessons and bring real perspective,
as the Queens of the Earth sit on their high horses -
saying,
' WE TOLD YOU SO!
IT'S ALL ABOUT US!
WATCH AS WE PEG, ALLL MEN IN DISGUST!! '
That's just the way it is bro."
Fine, i'll be fine.
I'll keep dreaming of a mansion on the other side,
rocking through life -
how long will i slide ??
Because i'll never beg a female to give 'Us' a try.
I'd rather jerk the fuck off until kingdom cum,
patiently waiting to be judged as Trash.
Misty afternoons with dark clouds,
Gravel beaches, lightning and thunder rage,
I barely see the sun behind drapes of rain,
Not a single shade of green in sight,
Hell in heaven -
Heaven at the centre of Hell.
This site uses cookies and other technologies such as pixel tags and web beacons to enhance user experience,
analyze site traffic, and serve targeted advertisements. By continuing your visit on this site, you accept the
use of cookies. Learn more and manage settings
here.
TRIPL N / Blog
P03MZ: Brilliance (Remix'd)
{Remixed first post on my InstaGram}
With brilliance and intellect enriched, is how she envisions herself as rich, an asset so valuable, mentality so powerful, an example of those who drink from the fountain of truth.
Clarity of vision may not be what she proclaims, cause the place of best decisions is not from where she hails, but the crystal clarity of her self-belief, and not to mention the esteem in which she holds her dreams, are simply unexplainable through any of her speech, She lives her life, and lets her actions speak.
A young visionary herself she deems, not wanting to settle for what things seem, the author and cast of her own script, beyond horizons she lets her mind drift, but how can it be at just her age, she's thinking of early retirement yet doesn't know of employment the pain? perhaps it's because she's never wanted such a life to answer to authority, do work she hates honestly, receive pays, stress through many days, she says she'd rather live free and happy, than live only for another to seed, and die 'cause of a meagre salary.
So, now you ask, who is she? seeking brilliance rather than grands, that answer i cannot put in a way simply, a mind so beautifully growing, I know she and i will some day again meet, it matters not how long 'till that day reach, but to go back to your question once more, the person i speak of is none other than.. *insert looks of complete awe*
Reply
Unreleas3D : Lakini (Kuna Time)
16th Jan 2023.
Kuna time, ningekuwaza ningesmile, Kuna time, ungenice 'twapeana time, Kuna time, we we're like food na spice, Ndani, Bila ? Mlaji bado anice.
Siku za unlimitext, all night calls, Chicken Inn, Creamy Inn, KFC, Galitos, Junkie, Village Market, Riverside, Westie to Buru, but you gave me away like a charity group. (Why?) Mind games, opinions from your mates, Never wanting to be genuine until it's late, Believing everything I do or say is a trick, Disbelief whatever whenever I'm unconcerned. Surprised, I was willing to let you go? Angry that I'm happy, single and moving on! Ulitishia kuniseti, wazazi, mchawi, mambanga, Blackmail - FB, Twitter. Hate group offline, mandiraundi, Haribu jina na mbana, your friends gossip? I learn the truth from mine. Ka kutokwa line, nangos ubaki nayo? Uarif mob ulidedi na dharau!
Reply
P03MZ : untitled 6
Random stranger thinks:
" I am out to leave the past behind, external aggressors and my inner wolves but they have lovers and children too, who are pissed i'm sending back wounds, where's the line? looking out for me, and caring for who's who. Reality doesn't know any of that, things too complicated for any single move, Makes me wonder, who drew their sword first, Hunger for freedom, turned into blood thirst, Half-vamp, Half aware wolf, even on new moons, have to be starting, something. I guess i'm a mystery to my own company, Damn, isn't that, nothing? Counting myself and me as collateral damage, maybe i'm the bastard ??
All i know is you can only let someone down for so long, until they just slip you out of their imagination at whatever cost.
If i did pick where to be born, i must have forgot to do so with my eyes open, If i did tell my parents that i love them, must have done so with my heart frozen."
~Neil Njitu~
Reply
Yeah, that’s the perfect feeling to leave the past and have a new beginning. Things will never be ok unless your sole and mind are ok to do and feel they did the correct thing and you are sure of being proud of yourself
P03MZ : untitled 5
How the fuck can i describe waiting on, something i perceive as unreal? does the most scenic sunrise mean anything to a creature of the night, besides time to say goodbye to feeling alive? besides abandoning all the sand castles of the dark playground? besides losing all the sights and sounds of senses wide open? besides all of that? Some of its friends are eager for that same moment, to journey into the dark of the imagination, travel far and wide from a bed-ridden location, each with their own fantasy of forever.
I'm rooting for the one searching for a knife, to puncture their own heart and let adrenaline fly out, paint the night red - you only live now.
Fuck the future, it can look out for itself, whatever needs saving - Jah's your Kal-el.
I'm rooting for the ones just itching for death.
~Neil Njitu~
Reply
P03MZ : untitled 4
It's sucky chaining up a tiger in your attic, all that weight and heart pressing down on a paper ceiling, holding back passion that was always meant to live wild, how is it you'd expect glassed eyes to choose denial?
In building a dam, stage is set for a coming flood, who's bold enough to build their house nearby? there were never any foundations, damn, another Solai!
Yet the landlord's name is on the dog tags, and every other document? the beast has. The tiger's home security for threats from above, in a neighbourhood of castles called The Leafy Suburbs.
Thieves beware - you'll have to kick down the gate, don't worry - somehow, the cops are always late.
The tiger lays in wait, ready for any enemies. It hasn't eaten fresh meat in years, it'll make a quick meal of any intruders.
~Neil Njitu~
Reply
P03MZ : K!LL FL0W3RZ
{7th May 2020} fuck flowers! I'll be their shit when I'm dead, after I've drained every last drop of passion, I don't burn this fuel just to get ahead. It's fucking twisted to hold people back, then soon as they're dead? Jump on a band wagon, like "So sorry we miss them" fucking dickriders. It's sickening. Mother Earth's been crying, She gave out pearls, we became swine. Maybe it would be better knowing your last day, Buy yourself some flowers, before you decay. Guess who will never give a fuck? fate! All the time that exists doesn't mean a thing, The greatest gift is choice, Know what I mean ? Watch as zombies and robots try to dissect art, That's the very reason they'll never have real heart, so focused on science yet hypocritical, Limiting everything with their bitter self-importance, Yet some of them know to leave some things be, the few who like some artists understand, Love that you become is the origin of any meaning. Watch as evil tries to destroy that every day, Sometimes that's how it is - when real hearts just give up, and in. Kill flowers so even evil doesn't enjoy beauty, It'll be less than a year until they fall on their swords, even then some will still be in denial. Thank realness the universe is expanding, Love needs to leavevil behind, mother earth? She set us all up! But hey, At least she had her fun. Give her a crown of dead thorned flowers, Light will never forget the good times they shared. Who will never give a fuck though? fate! That's why real hearts take their destinies in their own hands, Do right, everything else be damned.
~Neil Njitu~
Reply
P03MZ : Sunburnt Firefly
31072016
Taking a minute to map this out, it's been many months since i wrote something down, typical of me to dive right in, didn't finish this initially, yet already plotting on a new thing. Giving this train of thought a minute to fully stop, I can't help but question if possibly i'm suffering, from a mild form of ADD, or perhaps i'm sprinkling water on a seed, planted by my favourite comedian Bill. Regardless, whatever the situation, at the bottom of it, I'm doing this for me, This is more than just therapy, catharsis for internal bleeding, I bleed cause it's necessary, primal need to feel, the need to feel feelings that aren't necessarily ideal, some times filling up with feigned feelings, to fake the alive feeling, that's present in every minute - emptiness needs filling. It's rather dentist-esque, isn't it ? Like a tooth filling, the silver penetrates the decay. Purpose of this train of thought is unknown, not to spite, not to encourage self-belief, or spark a revolution, all utter bullshite. Maybe it's just to form a new thought pattern, one based on finding recreation, in re:creation, of a mind's hobby that stopped at a station, in the middle of Bloody Overpriced Fuel nation. The price to pay or forever be a dying lantern in the dark? Hope so dearly to blaze some spark in the darkness. I'm like a firefly, A sunburnt firefly.
~ Neil Njitu ~
Reply
P03MZ : Press On
30042016
Press my pen to the page and feel it soften, the rhythm of my strokes mark the beat to what I'm jotting, the finesse of my palm's touch as I'm feeling the page up, feeling to get a feel of how exactly i should fill it up - with my words, the nouns - connected dots through verbs, the verb - nothing more than a word, one which occurs - when a poetic boy meets girl, I'm not talking of spoken word, so let me stop sweating your creativity, thinking up all these absurd terms, written word, is how you're feeling this. Hoping that you've synced up, don't resist - just follow the river where it goes, Back to the track, back to the class - in session, possessive aggressive with the chalk on this board, a mighty lesson - some are about to reckon, with no instrumental for this - soldier is my soul, each letter is a weapon! I'm building up fitness with this lyrical exercise. fuck common limits, I live my life senseless, experience it as some creator meant, "Go forth and create!" Pressing on like a shaft of light, without hesitation.
~ Neil Njitu ~
Reply
P03MZ : ApparentlY
sometime in Dec 2019
Yeah i've heard women just want to be taken care of, it's a man's world after all, but feminist wars, are changing all that. It seems so, but to me, tastes like the same misogynist bullshit on a hot new plate, then i says to me:
"What you need to see, is that's just the way it is. You think it's easy giving birth, or raising a kid ?!? They're already at a loss, complex electras, hell, even Eve and Lillith never saw their Dad bro. They're waiting on G-d to come bring justice, teach the men lessons and bring real perspective, as the Queens of the Earth sit on their high horses - saying, ' WE TOLD YOU SO! IT'S ALL ABOUT US! WATCH AS WE PEG, ALLL MEN IN DISGUST!! ' That's just the way it is bro."
Fine, i'll be fine. I'll keep dreaming of a mansion on the other side, rocking through life - how long will i slide ?? Because i'll never beg a female to give 'Us' a try. I'd rather jerk the fuck off until kingdom cum, patiently waiting to be judged as Trash.
~ Neil Njitu ~
Reply
P03MZ : Centre
sometime in December 2019
Misty afternoons with dark clouds, Gravel beaches, lightning and thunder rage, I barely see the sun behind drapes of rain, Not a single shade of green in sight, Hell in heaven - Heaven at the centre of Hell.
~ Neil Njitu ~
Reply