K.I.B Family

19/08/2021

15/03/2020

Quiet! Today the earth tells me, be quiet.

Ssh! No talking now. Our soul

is listening to tiny things, almost silent.

This is a language that you feel.

Our soul, says the earth, hears every little sound.

Quietly - James Lee Jobe

08/03/2020

This poem is for my wife.
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on it
Like the burl on the knife.

I have not made it for praise.
She has no more need for praise
Than summer has
Or the bright days.

In all that becomes a woman
Her words and her ways are beautiful:
Love's lovely duty,
the well-swept room.

Wherever she is there is sun
And time and a sweet air:
Peace is there,
Work done.

There are always curtains and flowers
And candles and baked bread
And a cloth spread
And a clean house.

Her voice when she sings is a voice
At dawn by a freshening spring
Where the wave leaps in the wind
And rejoices.

Wherever she is it is now.
It is here where the apples are:
Here in the stars,
In the quick hour.

The greatest and richest good,
My own life to live in,
This she has given me --

If giver could.

08/03/2020

I found a life tip: "Keep things witty and simple."

02/03/2020

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

13/01/2020

Kib family for ever

15/07/2019

Be back on some new new... Trina keep the new new to the new Booth with ma with old crew but the verse new...

14/05/2019

I just this one joint that f**k me in ma sleep...

01/11/2018

Be back on ya...

03/08/2018

F**k that s**t ma ni**as told me quit stressing,
I can't help it now ma heart is disappearing puff magic,
I can't stand it I love her dearly buh now I keep hurting,
Its like a sharp end pricking thru ma heart buh I got patients,
To stand all the hurt, pain an all the depression,
I can't talk about it so I'd rather let it eat thru all ma progression,
An f**k fashion, fake love an fake action,
I can't sleep thinking bout all the neglecting,
On different stations,..