We will always love you.

I sit to watch the sun go down
Listen to your song
“Will always love you”
And smile with tears in mine eyes
As darkness settles in I realize it
Its gonna be very dark for long indeed
Like a lonely beautiful bird,
You have flapped your wings
Into the blues,
The warmth of your music
The sparkling light from your eyes
Your teeth, white in a row
All tagged beneath your wings
To the skies
The sounds of music
Sounds of soul
Was how I met you
You defined music
The finest part of it
to my heart,
Through your music,
We learned to love,
Through your songs
We learned to smile,
In your simple dances,
We learned humility,
You never hurt,
though sometimes were hurt
never criticized,
though sometimes was.
You showed the world,
Nothing was impossible,
on the road back you were
the whole world was anxious
to see you again,
But we weren’t the only ones waiting
God too was waiting,
Rest in peace,
Whitney Elizabeth Houston

The tap

In our house
Water oozes
From a wall,
Amazing and funny it is
They call it a tap
But still I don’t understand
High up the building
No rivers insight
But water still oozes from the wall
It’s stupid to question that
Call me so,
It does not bother me
Since it never ceases to amaze me
Water oozing from the wall

Explorer

Exploration, I’ve done
In the home mountains,
The virgin lands of our village
Stones I’ve turned, big and small
Thick and thin trees I’ve scampered,
Green brushes pulled down,
Wet and dry lands,
I’ve traversed
The untamed African lands
But then you still think you beautiful?
Oh sorry, didn’t notice
You are brown that’s why!
I should have noticed,
And also ignored the scars
you look like a fire ravaged forest my dear
not one explorable
What happened to the African lady?
The graceful girl,
Wang’are Maathai girl
I loved your head gear mama,
But I hate her synthetic hair,
Like the plastic plants,
Always posing as real,
You can never make a plastic forest
The flowing dress and the ‘kamisi’
Back in the days,
Was what made the escapade,
Worth stumbling for,
In the dark, deep forests
That’s what defined feminism.
Yesterday she came, her lips painted red
Smiled but then I couldn’t kiss her
Though I longed to kiss
The real thing
I liked her, no doubt
In fact it’s her lips I fell in love with
They were sweet and smooth,
Velvet,
That day, as the shadows waved goodbye to the sun,
Me and her across the river,
I looked into her eyes,
But its her lips I saw
The stars realized,
So illuminated them,
I wanted to touch them, wished to
But I didn’t trust my hand to accomplish it,
That shaky thing!
Nor did I trust her reaction either,
when I finally kissed them,
In the dark, on the fence
The day her mama had left for kesha
They cast a spell on me,
Seconds had sneaked by,
Got away safely without my realization,
There we were, in heaven
Full lips, Julia Roberts’,
Not wide,
I like it narrow.
But you painted them,
Why?
To look beautiful of course
Beauty is dark skin,
Natural skin,
I’m sorry fake brown girl
You’ve already shown me all,
Nothing is left to discover,
I was born an explorer

will you leave me

and will you leave me though
say nay,
say nay for shame
to save you from the blame of my grief
and will you leave me so,
say no, say no
and will you leave me thus
and have no pity of he who loves thee
at last show your cruelty
will you leave me thus
say no, say no

My lady

my lady is so beautiful
it is the duty of every man to love her
my love for her is so much
that loving her better is impossible,
perhaps you don’t understand,
but i cant sleep
i can hardly breath
your images are before my eyes
every week and second
i even believed i could sacrifice
my worldly fortunes for an hour in your arms
i beg you,
names and places that we can meet
and when
where i can show you true affection
my love that never withers,
i pray,
that you find my words
worth of your consideration,

my love

my love
how your tokens
and signs of affection
frighten me
how can i be to you
what you think me to be
you know am to many a wind,
whose effect never is felt
and i think myself
unworthy of your love
the offer of it
and your sweet words and looks
touch both my heart and soul
you have flattered me
with such wondrous gifts
allow me to send you
this token in return
though nothing it may seem
but it is what my heart could afford
‘the portrait of my heart’
and allow me to remain
in all things
a love never consummated.

Dear heart.

i cannot say how much
i miss and want you
i wish myself most
especially in the evenings
with myself
and moon on his way up
silently in my sweet heart songs
that i be
if only for one second
with she that holds my heart
your short pretty breasts i trust
to kiss,
and your hands to hold
yet neither pen nor tonque
can express
the hurt of not seeing you.
My only compensation
the thrill of anticapting
our next meeting
for what joy in this world
can be greater
than to have the company
of her who is the most dearly loved