Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

Monday, 26 June 2017

WITHOUT THAT SMILE














The laugh, originating from deep within-unfeigned,
Had become a soundtrack to the movie Loneliness,
Caressed me in the was way moon does to earth at night
And you filled every part of me with undefined longing
The kind of longing that stretches time, each tick tock
Succeeding each other with distinct clarity
That every moment without you, without that laugh
Without that smile, without you close to me
Would be- without doubt-one long spell of a time

THE NIGHTS ARE NO LONGER LONELY


The nights are no longer lonely, neither are the days
It has become bearable, the thought of you
With another man
Doing the same things we used to do
And telling you the same lies you didn’t decipher
The same lies that had you running to my arms every other night
Now, I am learning how to miss you

But it is just as hard as quantum physics 

Thursday, 8 June 2017

THE MUSE OF A LONER

He cuts a figure, sad to say
Of a man whose life was stolen
-he has no life, he never seemed to-
But he breathes blunt optimism
That surprisingly doesn’t choke

Day in day out he mulls over
And turns in a bed he doesn’t own
To mull once again over things
Beautiful- but he is mortally afraid
To rise up and reach for them

He thinks of a woman he wants to love
A woman who has captured his mind
And yet not the soul and heart
He thinks about her everyday like a job
Should she accept him, what would she eat?

In his mind empty worlds exist
And creatures beg to be brought to life
By the crying pen, he looks in askance
For the creature might be too big
To roam in such a small world as his


DEUCES: BACK INTO

The cream painted wall looked alluring
For into it I stared into my future, or rather hacked
Into what would have been then, just as is
Then, a projection of nothingness, sobriety
About she, nothing but a vulture, waiting for me to F up 

Saturday, 3 June 2017

JUST ONE MORE LIE














Can I ask you if you’re still mad tonight?
Or you still think you decision is right?
I want you to banish those thoughts away
I still have one more lie you might believe today

One more chance baby, I can make it right
Without you, I can’t endure one more night
Your love is my delight, the sweetest of all
Just believe this lie and let us stroll

I can make your dreams come true baby
Don’t lie this is what you don’t see
Everybody knows we were meant together
Believe me, like a goat to a tether  

Just one more lie I want you to believe
Accept me back and offer my heart reprieve
Don’t make me grief when you are still alive
Don’t let me die from heartbreak, let me live



Friday, 2 June 2017

LEAVE YOUR MORALS BY THE KITCHEN SINK

Leave your morals by the kitchen sink
Let your mind lose itself awhile
As we journey to the very edge of life
Where you’d glance at life with a smile

Let my hands crawl up your silk skin
And relieve you of what’s burdensome tonight
Kiss you thoroughly as you unclothe your mind
Let’s journey up to the fifth delight

Heave, sigh, groan, before the splinter
Before the burst of the pleasure jar
Before a million heavens crawl to your sight
But you won’t see because I am a blur

I’d give you the entire world baby
But first I’d take you around it
Only if he didn’t make the chemist

The only place you must visit, each morning 

BANAL DESIRES

The body acquiesces to the most banal of desires
Guilt rips through, knowing, what you’ve known
All along to be as dangerous as petrol fires
Save for a moment of disregard, without caution

She lay besides you, eyes begging for more
But your mind is begging to know her more
Beyond her name, beyond that pretty face
And what course through her veins apart from blood

She implores you with those eyes, damn those eyes
Eyes that melt something inside you
Something that makes you feel more alive
Something that makes you reach for her lips, and breasts

She is be the fire that you yearn it could consume you
She is the storm that tosses upside down the vessel
Into a sea full of creatures, hungry for human blood
But only in bits, a torture you think you can withstand 

ONE SIP

It wasn’t meant to one sip
But it touched so deep
Gifted me wings to fly
Way beyond the sky

The world comes alive
And I can at least survive
Don’t ever leave
For I’ll forever grieve

Take all my liver
Do with it whatever
For you make feel good
Don’t leave if you should

Friday, 21 April 2017

WHY DID I MARRY NJERI?

I don’t even know how to describe her eyes
When she looks at me when I arrive at 6.30 pm
Sometimes Njeri says a word or two
Sometimes she’s just as quiet, like she’s absent
I know she’s counting days when she’ll say,
‘ENOUGH IS ENOUGH’

She ran down the business I had started for her
I did it for my undying affection for her
And she sunk it, thousands of shillings down the drain
Surprisingly, without any guilt or remorse
Tell me, doesn’t she have the capability to finish me?

The first thing she asks in the evening is money
The money I have toiled for in the baking sun
And if I beat the curfew, which I often do
She kisses me like she’s afraid of being seen
Like we are two teenagers hiding
And then she cooks that tasteless food of hers
I wonder where my money goes

At night she turns her back on me
She’s ever tired, and with a headache
I haven’t inquired if she’s cheating around
Though I am too scared to suspect she’s cheating
But I have heard of a young man
I know even the government introduced free education
And it’s illegal to deny a young man education as my Njeri does

I dread being doused with hot water
I dread being openly stripped of my dignity
As a respectable member of the society

And as a loving husband to Njeri

FALLING

What is it with love
That men can’t control falling
Trusting a devil’s calling
And they hurt their damn brows

What is it with loving a woman
That a man gives up everything
For the beckon of her single pleasure
Even when it’s disguised in ruins

What’s with a woman’s adoration
That men fail to think straight
How they stand by the gate
Of happiness and eternity


Tuesday, 18 April 2017

IF IT MAKES SENSE

I haven’t stopped thinking about you
Why is it a little special? Because-
Because you may never know
And I am not proud of this secret

It nags my mind, constricts my veins
Knowing too well that you could be
The one coursing through to my heart
And transporting oxygen to my brain

How would I even bribe my self
To bring me into telling you how I feel
That you are the most awesome human being
And that my life would be lit by your smile

Sometimes I wish it were as easy
As walking a supermarket and picking stuff
Then I’d pick words and walk to the cashier
And the words would be ‘I want every piece of you’

But then I am here, missing what I don’t know
Figuring how it would with you snoring beside me
Knowing you’d be there for the longest time

And life, in its shambles, is complete, in its own way

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

The Quiet World

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In an effort to get people to look 
into each other’s eyes more, 
and also to appease the mutes, 
the government has decided 
to allot each person exactly one hundred   
and sixty-seven words, per day. 

When the phone rings, I put it to my ear   
without saying hello. In the restaurant   
I point at chicken noodle soup. 
I am adjusting well to the new way. 

Late at night, I call my long distance lover,   
proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.   
I saved the rest for you. 

When she doesn’t respond, 
I know she’s used up all her words,   
so I slowly whisper I love you 
thirty-two and a third times. 
After that, we just sit on the line   
and listen to each other breathe.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

AS LONG AS MY AMBITIONS HOLD YOU

The world looks                                                                                                                                          beautiful from below
Cloudless starry nights such a delight
Which we can watch and talk about dreams
And what holds our ambitions tight

Partly, mine is to rise to the zenith
Dine with the movers and shakers
But it will take time to get there
Rise with you, and probably meet the makers

But how long will you stick by me
How long will my ambitions hold you?
Before you bolt for the proverbial greener pastures
How long will you find my love true?

As long as my ambitions hold you
We could starve and you might like it
We walk not because its healthy, we have to

For at the end there’ll be something sweet

Saturday, 11 March 2017

PATIENCE FOR LIQUOR


There’s too much to worry
And a lot to be sorry
Hand me a bottle of patience please

Let the bottle top escape with a pop
More like an amen to damned hope
Let’s toast to a glass of patience please

I am gonna stagger home tonight
Drunk AF, every shitty thing is a delight

What potent drink did I consume? Patience please

Thursday, 2 March 2017

THE PHONE CALL

She sounded cold; detached and distant
Between odd stars and light transfixed
Ponders I, with a tinge of care and regret
For in today’s world heroes are few
And I am many

She sounded cold and aloof, unemotional
Like someone was prodding her breasts
Her mind unwilling, her body yielding
And she struggles to balance the battles
Without betraying the background in her voice

I fumbled for words through the call
Unsure what to say to her troubled brittle soul
Seemingly beckoning sympathy
I struggled but my coldness wouldn’t allow me
I accepted long ago, I am no hero

She hangs up almost too quickly without byes
Just the way I wanted it, the way I always loved
It fills the space and time between us
I am accorded precious time to indulged in vanities

And write letters to ghosts that have stopped visiting 

Monday, 13 February 2017

LATELY

Lately her words seem to point at affluence
Like how she just moved to a bigger house
A house she can’t afford since she’s jobless
Her survival isn’t just a mere fable but scientific

Lately she’s taken to taking mirror selfies
Ass first, ass the point of focus, she loves life
The many hashtags belie her peasant upbringing
A huge makeover, a sudden metamorphosis

There’s so much happiness in that sneering voice
Castigating my hustle, demeaning the man I am
The brain sometimes fails in outwitting the heart
And it works overtime to stay intact instead of leaving

Valentine ’s Day is steadily approaching
She’s hinting at nothing less than a Bomas Inn night out
Previously we would stay indoors and drink mursik
Lately she wants none of that, just champagne

Lately she’s hinted at her being miserable
At a place where it had become home
Out of the blues, Kipruto’s rickety car looks so beautiful

Even when we loved trekking, talking all the way

Monday, 30 January 2017

DO YOU?


Do you, in the stillness of the night, wonder
And crave a text or even a call from me
Do you wander to far off lands in daydreams?
With me in tow, plucking flower with abandon

Do you crave a moment of reckless abandon
Unhinged and without regrets at dawn
When you wake up beside me, entangled
Do you crave that smile that you’ll wake up to?

Do you crave that I crave you
Do you think about me in moments of solitude
Like I do often, like every time I breathe
Do you crave a poem, written for you?

Yes, I crave you in the stillness of the night
Indeed I see you often in my day dreams
I crave your touch and you lingering smile
And most of all I want you to crave me

Wednesday, 25 January 2017

SHOULD I GET RICH

Should I get rich, and I feel it’s imminent
I will buy all the things I don’t need
So that others can also buy what they don’t need
Mind you, I will carry myself like a dignitary

When times of spending on a budget are over
I will traverse all the golf courses in the country
And overly indulge my soul in the boring game
Just because the rich can afford the swing

I will track down Vera Sidika, for heaven’s sake
Everybody thinks she has a million dollar vagina
I will make an attempt at it, not to hit it
But to turn over screenshots to desperate bloggers

Should get rich, and I feel it’s imminent
Judging from my unbridled love for sleep
I will vie for an elective post and steal form Kenyans
How they love people who steal from them

Should I get rich, just for fun and pleasure
I shall erect a giant middle finger statue
Next to my ex’s home, their front yard

To remind her of the zero fucks I give 

Friday, 20 January 2017

I HAVE NO CHOICE, I DECLARE HER YOUR WIFE

Barely home from a night of bingeing
Hardly asleep yet someone’s knocking
With fury and intent of breaking it down
“Open the damn door you useless clown!!”

My mind is in disarray, fumble with the blankets
Look for clothes to wear among the water buckets
The intruder is quite now, he’s heard the noise
He can break the door, but he’s reserved that choice

As I struggle to adjust my pupils to bright light
With bloodshot eyes betraying my nocturnal delight
He pulls me by the collar of my shirt, furious
Like a short changed drug dealer, dead serious

“Son of nobody with brimstone down your loins
How dare you lure my daughter with coins
And cooled your burning down the coveted stream
Now it’s dry, with nothing to hold to, without a dream”

In tow is his daughter cowing with fright,
We’ve met before, in fact spent many a night
The inevitable had finally happened
Thought I ‘A rough ride here, seat belts must be fastened’
“Isn’t he the one?”  he turns to her once pretty daughter
I cursed her, she couldn’t tell me she was sired by a monster
Chit, my whip would have cowed with fright
May be I would enjoying the sleep I forewent last night

“You leave me no choice but to pronounce you
A husband and wife, find a way to get through
You can have her for the rest of your life

Should she set foot in my home, your neck will stop a knife”

Friday, 13 January 2017

MY LOVE, I HAVE BOUGHT A TRANSISTOR RADIO

When you go to Ravine, dear reader
Or pass by the place
Please find my love Cheptoo, and tell her these
If she doesn’t a phone, that is,

Oh you are asking how you fill find her?
They live in a mud walled house before the stream
Or ask a renowned drunkard in the area
They’ll lead to her father, there you’ll find her

Now that you know where to find her
Please tell her I’ve bought a new transistor radio
And two bi speakers, 
So that she can tune in to her favourite station
Also, my small brother finished school
And left me his mattress, its more comfortable now
Tell her she won’t complain of back pains when she visits

Tell her, this is important, that my uncle promised me a job
Not a fancy one, but in the great city of Nairobi
I will a security guard, with my own uniform
Tell her I will come for her and take her with me
So that she can know what it means to miss mursik
And eat thin transparent chapati by the road side

Please don’t get jealous, please deliver this message
She’s is my light during the day and even the night
Tell her I think of her like Kiprono thinks of gold medal
Tell her I dream of her like Raila dreams of presidency
Tell her I will cling to her like Mugabe to presidency
Tell her I miss her and she must visit me soonest
Or else I find someone else, like I have done sometimes

Tell her none have been comparable to her, of course