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When I Look Into Your Eyes

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In the soft whisper of dawn’s first light,
I see your silhouette, a graceful sight.
A young African queen, in purest white attire,
With dreadlocks flowing, you ignite my fire.

When I look into your eyes, deep pools of mystery,
I find a world uncharted, brimming with history.
Eyes that twinkle like stars in the night’s embrace,
Holding galaxies within, a cosmic interlace.

Your gaze, a beacon in my storm-tossed life,
Cuts through my turmoil, ending strife.
Eyes that dance with joy, laugh with ease,
In their reflection, my soul finds peace.

Your dreadlocks, a crown, so freely they cascade,
Each strand, a story, in beauty arrayed.
Like roots of the ancient Baobab, they stand,
Grounding me, when I hold your hand.

When I look into your eyes, I see dreams anew,
Visions of a future where I’m entwined with you.
A journey together, through thick and thin,
Our spirits connected, a flame within.

Your beauty, in simplicity, an artless charm,
In your embrace, I find solace, a soothing balm.
A young African woman, in a white shirt dressed,
With you by my side, I am truly blessed.

When I look into your eyes, love’s tale unfolds,
A bond as pure as the white of your clothes.
With every glance, my affection deeply grows,
In your eyes, the doorway to your soul brightly glows.

So here I stand, before you, my heart in hand,
Asking you to share life’s journey, as we had planned.
Through your eyes, I’ve seen love’s true guise,
Forever mesmerizing, when I look into your eyes.

By JOE MWANGI

The Blue Star Insider

Love and Nature

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In the gentle embrace of nature’s vast expanse,
Atop a hill where serenity takes its stance,
Two souls find a moment, tranquil and rare,
Where silence speaks volumes in the crisp, cool air.

They sit, not just close, but together entwined,
Two hearts in a moment, leaving the world behind.
Eyes locked, exchanging whispers without sound,
In their gaze, a universe of love is found.

Upon this hill where earth meets sky,
They find a love that doesn’t question why,
Where breezes hum the melody of affection,
And time holds its breath in quiet reflection.

Their shadows merge in the sunset’s glow,
A perfect symphony, tender and slow.
No words are needed where souls can roam,
In each other’s eyes, they find their home.

Beneath the blanket of the universe so vast,
They sit, knowing this moment may not last.
But love, in its essence, transcends time and space,
In the heart’s quiet corner, it finds its place.

As stars awaken to the night’s gentle call,
They remain, unshaken, enthralled.
For atop this hill, a love was born,
In silent whispers, hearts were sworn.

To love, to cherish, in times of strife,
To hold each other, throughout life.
On this hill, they found what many seek,
A love so profound, no words could speak.

So, here’s to the lovers, on hills far and wide,
Who find in each other, a world to reside.
May your love be as vast as the view before you,
Endless and deep, in everything you do.

This poem, woven from threads of affection and time,
Echoes the love that in silence, does chime.
For atop that hill, under the sky so grand,
Two people sat, together, hand in hand.

BY JOE MWANGI

The blue Insider

Serenade Of Emotions

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The explosion of millions of thoughts in the mind, often ignited by the stream of our emotions. The soul is tied up and immersed in a particular state, breathtaking feeling— that feels more of mind imprisonment. Like you’re a prisoner. Tamed. Caged. Hopeless and helpless. Locked down in a room saturated with pessimism and sadness, fatigue now riding you with those stirring thoughts ruthlessly ruling your mind and taking away every ounce of your energy. Tears blinding your eyes—emotions are running wild because you’re rooted now in reflection, in unclear state of the mind, in sadness, and you’re limited to experience or even glimpse at happiness that exist beyond the cage your mind is in. Conceivably, nothing here is promising and nothing there is right. Indeed you’re a prisoner. The world feeling more of a void, silence ruling, and you’re a Lone Ranger.

In the compulsion to search for choice that would sire liberation of you from those indistinct streams of emotions, you realize that you have no single choice, because you’re a prisoner, of your own. What about condemnation? They said it doesn’t liberate. Maybe acceptance will, uncuff your mind, and unlock all gates of self-discovery, freedom of the mind to seeking happiness and love. But being a prisoner feels much heavier. Heavier when emotions build up and begin to haunt you. Despite your swirling emotions, there’s a glimmer of hope that persists even when things feel dark. It’s like a small flame refusing to go out. As you struggle with acceptance, it’s similar to reconnecting with a friend you’ve been avoiding—awkward yet comforting. It’s not about letting your feelings control you, but acknowledging them.

In this process, emotions become like companions on life’s journey rather than jailers. They carry stories, your history, and your desires. Gradually, you start to release the grip of intense emotions, like opening a long-locked door. These moments provide relief, much like sunlight breaking through clouds, revealing an emotional landscape beyond sadness. But let’s be real—the journey to emotional freedom isn’t straightforward. It’s a dance between feeling lost and finding yourself again. While navigating through this emotional symphony, you might stumble and feel overwhelmed, but there will also be moments of rising and appreciating your resilience. You’ll feel the warmth of light gradually reaching the corners of your heart and mind.

By MAXWELL KAMAU & CORTES KILOBI.

The Blue Star insider.

A Message To The Wounded Soldier

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When good times roll
Our moods are always rejuvenated
Enchanted hearts
Higher and higher, they soar
By the fact that light has come out victorious over darkness.
Moved by our unwavering faith
Road to tread in life we’ve tentatively pinpointed.
We’ve devised new strategies that will keep us on the move
despite our interminable tussle with hardships
Notion that everything in life is viable
has been engraved on the defensive walls of our hearts.
Everytime our ventricles give a kick, courage steers the effort
Multiple signs are send into our minds
that we’ve to keep on pushing until it’s done!

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Worrywarts sometimes we become
we go further to an extent of questioning the choices we made in life
It has been a matter of trial and error
Again, trial and error. As dusk spread its wings everyday,
we retire to our beds with zero outcome.
The struggles that most of us are subjected to
can push our dreams to the cutting edge.
Feelings of resignation can set unfair limits to each of our goals,
and finally we’re forced to utter words that shut all possibilities of getting through.
“Let it be over!”

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But I’m here to tell you
before your fruits roll
before you succeed in life
Whirlwinds are there, and they lurk in every corner of our plans.
But consistency, prayers and hard work will serve you good.
Let the struggles, trials and failures you experience be a great source of strength,
strength to carry on.

The bluestar insider

BY MAXWELL KAMAU

STRUGGLES

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And when you see me going astray before men
Dissuade me for my own good.
The future is no longer what it used to be.
We’ve become victims of our own choices.
Hoping to find light in darkness.
Holding to practices that are tantamount to our downfall.
May be for once my cure could be found in the very poison.
But no!
No cure for who we are.
Can someone enlighten me on importance of being ourselves
Cause it seems I’m breaking the rules.
The enemy caught me unaware,
Masqueraded itself as a solution.
Trying to lure me with my desired comfort.
I forgive myself cause I didn’t know by then.

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I believe in my strength, not weakness,
That’s why I’m fighting even after the enemy identifies my weakness.
I’ll give it my best
Cause denial seems like self abnegation.
One day I’m going to end this storm before it rains on me uncontrollably.
And finally gain autonomy over self deterioration.

The bluestar insider

BY DENNIS OGOLA

Lost In Time

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There are people all around me yet I can’t help but feel alone.
It’s funny how l feel lonely within four walls and within the public blending with the crowd.

I have been trying to find myself again and again but seem to have lost myself in time.
Empty thoughts inside my head,
My brain is all in one blur,
My heart is empty, filled with nothing but venom and hatred for nothing to be specific.

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My eyes are wide open, but I refuse to let them see just how broken I truly am.
Simply the soft tears streaming down my cheeks makes me not see the love around me.

Day by day, l slowly die away,
I can’t just go on because I have lost count of time.
I feel there is something missing but can’t find out what and who?

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Behind all my smiles are tears, tears that are hot and burn in first degree.
Behind my comfort are fears, fears of the future, fears of the past and the present. l wallow in sorrow with little hope of a better tomorrow.
A void that doesn’t want to be covered with love, care or soft touch.
I feel no one just understands,
Everything you think you see is just a mask that I wear to hide my pain and my flaws,
My trials and travails.

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Alone,
Alone,
Alone.

I keep searching for what I know not;
I search for the one thing that will stop my crying.
For someone who will erase my fears,
The one person who will wipe my tears,
That awesome friend who will lead the way,
Who will say I am here darling just follow.

Saying that I am fine but ain’t,
My soul rips at my gut and my skin is on fire.
I burn from within,
Loneliness consumes me, it eats me away.
Time for discovery and adventure is lost,
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Hoping someday,
Somewhere,
Somehow,
I will be found at the same time I am lost in.

Till then I’ll be here waiting for time to heal the process, the wounds and the
Anxiety.

The bluestar insider

Lisamona Ajiambo studies communication and Journalism at Rongo University.

The Death Of The Self

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Like discarded pages
From the book of autumn, the leaves
Come trembling down in red and umber,
Each poem or story, an unread letter.
Think of the fires in ancient Nairobi,
The voluminous smoke of parchment burning.
Open your arms to the dying colours, to the fragile beauties of December.
Deep in the heart of buried acorns, nothing is lost.

The Bluestar Insider

By JOE MWANGI

DREAMS

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Sometimes even the best-laid plans don’t work out…
You have a dream, you go after it, and you achieve it. You do everything in your power to accomplish your goal, and you feel on top of the world when you finally get there, and then something happens, and you can’t continue on the same path.You get downsized from your dream job. Or you become ill. Or a family member becomes ill and you need to be home with them.
It’s tempting to think that was your only shot and now it’s over. To think that you’re stuck with your new reality.
But what if you could take that dream and adapt it to your new circumstances?
What if you could use your skills in a different way and still have the flexibility to look after your other commitments?
I’m here to tell you it’s 100% possible. The only constant in life is change, and we have to know how to roll with the punches.
So the next time life throws a wrench in your plans, take a deep breath and know you’ve got this.
To never giving up,

LINSKI JOE # POETRY LOUNGE # MAXWELL

The bluestar insider

By JOE MWANGI

Mr Go-getter

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Here I’m again,
With my compadre standing on the shoulder,
I feel the energy has been replenished,
I’ve finally crossed the border to another space, rich in opportunities,
Six foot I buried my trepidation,
I had to trudge upto this space to fullfil my dreams.

The streets have it that I’m a failure,
They say I’m less productive to them,
Anything great that comes out me, sounds meaningless to them,
They’ve crowned me as a man of misfortunes,
I’ve been slurred and devalued,
Is it because of my humble background,
That you have all the reasons to ostracized me?
Do y’all have have to smirk and laugh at me?

We’re all transgressors,
We all have equal measure before God’s eye,
No power lies within us human beings to judge every individual’s state,
It’s God only who can rate our states.
I was bestowed with a pure Golden heart,
I’ll never loathe those mockers but instead I will always put them inside my basket of forgiveness.

Hard, I’ve been taught to survive,
Thus why I’m in this Dreamland space to seize every opportunity that best suits me,
My dream is to change this painful reality that pinches every part of my skin,
I don’t want enemies to call me a failure,
The word failure doesn’t fit Mr go-getter.

Even if they call me a failure,
They will have only define my outer part,
Deep inside, I comprehend my full potentials and abilities,
I can transform the current reality to a much preferable one,
I’ve learnt to chase what best belongs to me.

Nature has given me a wonderful opportunity to explore,
I won’t tire seeking for the pearls belonging to my life.
During period of temptations,
I will show my unwavering faith to all those mockers,
Nothing but the best will come out of me in the end.

Whisper of dawn and dusk.

By MAXWELL KAMAU.

Greatness

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You want that a million worth Bentley

Its not an Everest climb You’ll get it

You want that best life in every scene of your dream

It’s not a division of a Zero by a five or four

You will honestly get it.

You want to run away from those tormenting nightmares Every time midnight glares

It’s not an ‘If wishes were horses’

You will get away from them

You want that  precious pretty lass of her heir’s  

It’s not a trip to get hold of the sky 

You will get her

But to meet the above, the most powerful weapon is UNLESS

Unless you flip your mind wide open and create a channel to meet all the greatness

Unless you tell yourself I was born to achieve greatness and work towards it

Unless you find an antidote to the  poison embedded within the words of your tongue

Unless you work tirelessly regardless of the vile talks of man

Unless you believe that the source of greatness is the Mighty HE above our conscience

Then automatically greatness is in your path Folk 

The blue star insider.

By C.P.R..Generic 1990