HE LOVES YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE.... LOL
So he likes you for who you are. Beauty is from the inside, so he said; yet you have a big booty oh and did i mention the big bust and hips. I ain't no cynic but hey, you mean he got past all those goodies and went straight for the heart? which is hidden in the innermost core of the body by bones, muscles and big bad red blood cells? hehe okay, it's your call anyway but i remember a certain pastor acknowledging that people especially of the female fraternity are fearfully and wonderfully made, i suppose he meant the heart? yes..? no...?

They say men are visual. So to you dear female, what are you waiting for? Get visual and be done with any man spotting a gorilla ( i.e. large grotesque potbelly, excess hair on some/all parts of the body, unkempt, uncouth and barbaric)like physique and would give Shrek a run for his money. Kwani nini, if Sauti Sol look the way they do, what excuse do you have?

Tim Maina "TIMONA' S FORUM": Under the log-bridge.

,,,,,,,,for my friend and fellow blogger timo,,,,enjoy.....

Tim Maina "TIMONA' S FORUM": Under the log-bridge.: Nibbling, gnawing at Craved and starved of A touch so real, meaningful and And endearing An amorous one. Telling the other Love, if generous...

Turn off the lights.

There's a couple of things you can't spell without 'u',  say the word trust and plenty others like us. Grass ain't greener on the other side? It's  greener where you water it. So I'm going to water our flower.
Is the sky my limit, nope, just a point of view. The beginning of a vision, start of an era.

The verb to be: to be alone, to stand alone, to walk alone, to sleep alone, to live alone. To be lonely. No one wants to be alone. 

A tender, deeper, sweeter feeling. A magenta of emotions, hush,,, don't say a word, let your heartbeat speak for you, let it skip and beat  like the famous tom toms. I want to dance to its rhythm,sway my hips this way and that way, rock my waist in circles as my mind calls out your name. The silence is getting louder. The noise is getting quieter.

Hear! Hear! Once upon a time, a man on my mind, fire was in my mind, fire consumed my thoughts.
Quiero sentir tu  el cuerpo. Je veux touche moi.

おれ  欠乏    弄  あーた   

 乃公

It will be. It will rain, maybe there will be an opening of love where you can be the king of hearts and I the queen of spades.

We are less alive in darkness than in light. So turn on the lights.

I TOOK A PICTURE OF THE MOON
There's mystery in the atmosphere. A cauldron of fire and ice. Life perhaps dwells therein……
 She breathed in cold air, wanting to be a part of it. For a second she is caught up in one of nature's wonder- she's caught up in the moment never wanting to be rid of it. A bat screeches over her head and throws her out of the reverie. 

A creature of the night ; a queer one. It runs with the wind, races with the rain and is most comfortable when up-side down. If only she were that free.... face drawn up to that beautiful sky, she closed her eyes and wished rain would splatter on her face and plant a kiss on her lips. But there is no rain; the sky was clear with a generous splash of stars. 

What if she lived on one of 'em stars? What is she were to sit on a rock and look down at earth, watch over her loved ones maybe. Take a tour on a land void of impunity but oh so neglected it felt pure. What if….?

The memory of the river flooded back captivating her senses. Suddenly she felt very alive as if she were rolling  and rumbling with waves; being lifted up to the air and left to find its own way back with a merry splash, slithering through  boulders, while  splattering against eager shores.  To he who wanted to be one with it, it was a sanctuary- his contact with serenity. A habitat of life.

She wanted everything, she wanted it all. Earth felt too small but yet so enormous. Complicated it was, but it could be simple. She would make it simple.
 Cold wind brushed against her shoulders sending a shiver down her neck; setting a tingle on her nerves. Dissatisfaction- but nevertheless she smiled - for that right there was perfection.

 A BEAUTY, A MYSTERY, A SPECTACLE TO BEHOLD...

Could've been a river, an ocean perhaps
Slithering through rocks and splattering on warm sandy shores,
Winding up through curves while sneaking a kiss to the air above.
Twinkling in the morning light and glistening in golden sunset,
aah - what a beauty to behold.


Could've been the wind,
Live everywhere,be everywhere .
Whispering melodies to a lover's ear,whirling a promise of forever more,
a keeper of both verbal and visual treasures .a wielder of one too many secrets.
- what a mystery to fathom


Could've been a bird,
Azure skies -  my domain where i swash my wings and defy gravity
cut  through air and wake the world with a morning song,
land on a pyramid or two- probably make a home at the amazons
 - what a spectacle to behold.

Could've a been fire,
a coveted flame  licking at matter whilst an ally of a passionate lover,
a terror to the elements yet a hero of earth
Wielding, possessing, consuming, devouring........claiming
a chant It sings: Fire fire on the hill,whose the fiercest of them all?

Lego House"

I'm gonna pick up the pieces,
And build a Lego house
If things go wrong we can knock it down

My three words have two meanings,
There's one thing on my mind
It's all for you

And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm
If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now, now
I'm gonna paint you by numbers
And colour you in
If things go right we can frame it and put you on a wall

And it's so hard to say it but I've been here before
Now I'll surrender up my heart
And swap it for yours
I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now
I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind
I'll do it all for you in time
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now
Don't hold me down
I think my braces are breaking, and it's more than I can take
And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm
If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now

FORGET KARMA,LET’S UNCLOTH THIS

Mistakes have consequences. It doesn’t matter if forgiveness was issued or not,  mistakes will always have consequences; ask Adam and Eve they’ll tell you for a fact. Through grace we are forgiven but justice will and must always be served, otherwise man would for a fact knowingly refuse to do what is right. Naturally, the heart of man is horrendously wicked and for the sake of familiarity allow me to add the adjective deceitful to that description; so he will do as he so pleases. However, the balance of life requires one never to do  what they think\pretend\assume or hope to be right but what they know to be so. It’s not a matter of feelings and speculations but a matter of strict obedience to laid down regulations so laws must always be adhered to effective immediately since creation.

You would think that by being sorry, one would be free of the guilt and condemnation that comes from a bad mistake. Not getting what the fuss is all about? Yes? No? Very well, allow me to bring the matter home.

Jared loves Suzanne and vice versa. Jared proposes one sunny afternoon in the Bahamas and Suzanne gladly accepts. They happily get married. One day they go out hunting and Jared is more than willing to show Suzanne how to use a gun. They start making out and forget the gun’s safe is off. Gun goes off. Bullet hits Suzanne right in the stomach. She bled out and died upon reaching the hospital.

Jared is so sorry he gets depressed. Everyone believes it was an accident even the judge will believe it to be so but will still pass a ‘GUILTY’ sentence to a manslaughter charge. Jared will be forgiven, heck I’m even sure Suzanne forgave him before she died but he still went to prison. Pity was not served but justice was. It’s a cruel system but hey, the world doesn’t belong to the faint hearted but the strong.

When evil is done, it doesn’t matter if any human saw it because I guarantee you God saw it and need I say, malipo ni papa hapa duniani. Wait for your judgement, I guarantee you your jury is taking notes.