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

Apology

pardon,if you will,
my indulgence
but matters of the heart
hold me captive.
no
i had said
but you insisted
and said you too
no
i seek to state my case thus
and trust
that within the bounds
of your heart
shall be found
a spot of pity
and understanding
of your servants grievous undoing
and spare him, though deserving,
the reprimand of your authority
it is without face
and much shame
that i should confess
of a love illegal both
in the sovereign and mortal laws
and hopelessly hang on the very
hope that within your hearts bounty
shall suffice a reason though not withstanding
circumstances of the moment
to forgive your humble servant
of the crimes am most afraid to word
no
i beg again
say not nay
say not for love
though
love shall weep
yet understanding
prevail will
it is not within my capacity
to love
she that my heart is with.

I woke up early today

sweet mama,
you live every day,
as ever like yesterday,
only now years gone by
in mine heart.
your eyes always gleamed
like sapphires
beyond price
the night
on the eve of my first form
though with tears,
that didn’t deem the gleam
you told me
how education is key,
you stressed,
always to rise with bird trills
as oversleeping breeds
misery ,
family is always first,
you held
then duty and honor
I was a fool,
never realized
the tears was the pain you had
for leaving family behind,
your only family,
duty you thought absconding
but no
it was not your doing mama
I know you would have loved
to be around and
see me become a man
“and you look beautiful
especially this morning mama”,
it was a Sunday when I said so,
and left for school,
yet inside you knew,
but never revealed,
thought i will cry,
though torn in pieces and pain,
you smiled and wished me well,
Now,
the mound of earth is flat
little flowers flourish
where you lain
its sunrise again mama
I woke up early,
you thought I will be
late again?
no
every word I kept.

Our shadow selves

they are everywhere
I hear their voices,
they cry everyday
but all is noise
always has been,
its not the first
its been like that
many years
on the streets and the villages
the same sad songs,
songs of fatherless kids
their black faces carry
the scars of the sun
their blood black
of hatred for selves
we all are different
you and I are more important,
our blood clean, civilised
we eat canned food
but look at them,
they scavenge to eat,
civilised poeple dont do that!
We should rid our streets of them,
they steal from our guests,
important tourists.
they assault innocent citizens
disgrace our nation.
Does it hurt to be normal,
behave normally?
eat properly,
sleep well,
I wonder, always have
with our shadowy selves!

It’s Time

I have seen them
plot how to plunder
and destroy me
In the nights they whisper
they never sleep.
During the day
they are the best folks
They eat and laugh with me
but their eyes
full of hatred
They will kill me
now days
they bother never hide it
Sometimes I fear in daylight
but still they wait till night fall
Their hands are bloody
they have killed before
I’m a victim, not so important
Still they plot for my demise
Every sunset
Brings their tailed bodies together
Their mouths fanged
their words lethal
to kill on the spot
How can I escape,
I know not a route they don’t
I’m under watch, in this web,
Soon they will strike, that I know
So I sit and wait,
They say, everyone listening
How they care for me,
But darkness they wait,
Holding their swords behind their backs
To cut the life out of me,
The day is here,
Its time,
I cannot refuse
But vote I must,
as my fate is already sealed.

The night

In the nights
the cries.
cries of pleasure and pain,
lives always made and lost
tonight,
stars light a path
for the two lovers,
walking among the grass,
laughing and clinging
to one another.
how  beautiful life is
they chatter of nothing
but everything,
of the future and family
of them old and grandchildren
under the stars,
hand in hand.
how beautiful is love
past the shrubs,
as they’ve done
for nights past.
But its getting darker tonight,
yet in it still lies beauty,
and courage,
still yet
lives are created and destroyed
in it
Tonight is different
her touch is warmer
her little breast,
as it brushes on his chest,
is more gentle and understanding
the sandals,
clatter in unison with his,
her lips,
sweeter.
It was like wild animal,
the brushes moved
nothing could be seen,
the stars had finnaly
abandoned them
gently, he felt her body,
ease into his hands
cold.
It maybe was an animal,
maybe not,
but of what importance does it bare,
Like tonight
the night always comes,
Even in the day
It still does.

TO YOU, UNLESS YOU ARE NOT

for what can you boast
for humanity alone,
lacks in your possesion.
you choose friends based on tribe
what a pity!
you must have a small brain
to reason that close,
you think to be better than the other tribe
how lost and confused,
yet you claim to be still human
you have been to school
and cannot reason as one
of what importance was that
you tribal maniac,
your mouth is full of poison
you seek to bite the other kind
the other tribe
Fool!
there is no other kind,
its all one kind, human
How I detest your talk
of them trying to kill you!
of them plotting against you,
of how evil they are,
trying to kill you in your worship house
who are they?
acts are perpetrated by individuals
and why do you allianate a whole society?
I have been around
Met beautiful hearts of diverse decent
of different religion,
tribe
color
nationality,
yet neither speaks
as you do,
you religious fanatic!
tribal chief!
racist!

The day

a dream, but real

Was supposed to remain

but a dream

crowded busy with nothing

Painful unbelief tears

Hopelessness, sorrow and more tears

Screams and absence,just loneliness

Life was but empty

Skies devoid of light,

Somber faces, just frustration,

Hopelessness, sorrow and more tears

sleep, black and lost

Wished could remain,

The dream, but reality was dawning,

Done with past, was time.

And truth knocked, scary ogre

The time ought never had been,

Assigned a day in the calendar,

This day, doom and dust to dusk

Only if could have been omitted,

She could be, but never was

Tears, silent and scary

Beauty lost, ashes

Desperate moments, end of reality,

Truth is a lie, the only wish

But never was,

She, ash and dust, just a pipe dream

Life, clock winding still,

Truth remains a lie,

Could be different, if different was a day,

And the day never was,

 then night could be acceptable,

 only if, could obscure the day.