Chilly days

When I see her face, there's not a single thing I would change, coz she's so amazing, just the way she is...
The chilly days, wet evenings by the shore, staring out to the sea on a darkened sky. The waves moving rhythmically, smashing against the reefs... Then the droplets from the sky, and I just loose myself and let all my emotions show themselves. You dislike getting wet, my sweetest kitten, yet for me you stand by in the downpour till soaked deep to the bone, make that moment special, then shake as the chill kicks in. We both never believed in magic, but I believed in you. As I close my eyes and listen to my heart, I can almost feel your touch and see you making weird faces in front of me. Very silly of you, even here you still made me smile and laugh, If only...
As I open my eyes to find myself in bed, a constant stab to my chest, a bile taste to my lips and a melancholic hangover, I fold my hands and make a small silent prayer, and think "Even if I could it'll all be fake but your picture in my phone, it reminds me that its not so bad... its not so bad"

RIP Swabrina, reality still feels delusional at times.

A piece from Dec holidays

I wrote this back a while on my Dec holidays...

Its been a while since you crossed my mind that i thought i lost you considering my life took an unexpected turn on my time home, mon cherie, i hope you are of good health.
Since there is no remedy for memory, and i am yet to find a cure to that never ending quest laid upon us on our last endeavour, fate chose its words wisely for i am still lost of words, in love hath fallen so deep that i lost track of the pathway back up. In my insignificance i wish only but one, your happiness. maybe with a stroke of luck, that wish would deliver back after accomplishing its task.

Something must be wrong with me

Everyday a wonder why I can't get you off my mind and I see you with every step
Its like sometimes a wanna die feels like am loosing my mind it's evident
That something must be wrong with me
I'm not as happy as I seem to be
The long showers I take don't wash away the memories
Why do I have to face these tragedies
We go thru struggles in life I'm aware
But to have my baby gone so soon feels like its just not fair
It stopped me from believing in the future
Believe me babe you left back a monster

Passage of time

They say the passage of time will heal all wounds… but the greater the loss, the deeper the cut… and the more difficult the process to become whole again.

The pain may fade, but the scars serve as a reminder of our suffering and make the bearer all the more resolved never to be wounded again.

So as time moves along, we get lost in distractions, act out in frustration, react with aggression, give in to anger.

And all the while, we plot and plan to get stronger, and before we know it the time passes, we are healed, ready to begin anew.

Shut eye

Waking up to another dreamless night, 
i feel my imagination slowly loosing its focus on beauty.
For what beauty is there to it? 
Being asleep is basically being half dead, 
if my subconscious chooses to abandon my desire to fantasize about my beloved, 
then i fail to see the pleasure i once found in it.

Bina under the storm: the secret horror recipe part 1

Dedicated to a person who's passion is cooking knows no limits! And a very close friend of mine to make me burn a few fingers trying to copy her cooking (it happens)

P.s the theme is horror based but she's a sweetheart, I can ascertain it myself.

"Thunder roared endlessly through the kitchen window, a smirk plastered all over my face, I open the cupboard window and take out the small dark bottle at the end. "time to use this old spice to good use" *thunder cracks*... The air seeps in between the dusty wooden backdoor, the downpour makes it stained with the stench of soaked mother earth ... Just the perfect aroma addition to this secret concussion.

The pot comes to a slow boil... Thick red paste with a drop of magnificence everywhere. The storm stains a grey dullness, my paste taints a blood stain to this page of colourless atrocity. Droplets from the sky above, the nonstop rain tones of a silent battle cry. The pot is all done, the banging of spoons on the table in restless eagerness, war on hunger has finally begun.

Mystery is the gift of darkness, we seek it to the depths of hell just for a spark of the unknown. so curious in our nature, we crunch chili just to get a burning sensation to 'spice' up a meal perfected and spewed in the most tender way. It is with such obnoxious behavior that we do not show value to taste, its that lost desire that leads to our ultimate destruction.

some believe the human race is fading beyond salvation... Satisfaction is the lost attribute to our daily forthcoming. We seek what's beyond the stars, we see not what mother earth blessed in our backyards. The storm's thrashing... My pot's almost empty, darkness engulfs my little table of plates. Every fork to the hand, knives stained stop sign red, while lips curl a bloody joker smile as eyes turn towards me. 'It maybe their last meal' keeping thoughts to myself as I turn towards the kitchen, 'or maybe... Am their last... Meal' suddenly I can feel my heartbeat in my ears.

Her blog:

Jikonikwasabs.blogspot.com

Philisopher's Stone

joy to suffering,
Victory to battle,
Life to the dead,
For that is what
the blood-red
stone grants.

Men honor it
with the name
"Philosopher's stone"

(took it exactly the way it was from Fullmetal Alchemist episodes, not my piece but i thought i would share since it caught my eye)

Script a piece

I script a piece of my heart to let the world know,
Depicting the rattling hums battling to be words and be told to everyone.
I sketch my life in folklore, quite a collection of unexplainable events to make such a dainty heart stone cold,
Based on an empire built of selfless acts but... Who ever said the king was overthrown by brute force?

My heart aches, my world crushes, once for sought dreams turn to ashes, and i roam endlessly in the dark void.
Lost both light and hope, I walk the boulevard of scattered dreams need to stop thinking, contemplating, justifying every single unfair act done for the world is cruel on it's own.
Rather need to unearth the unknown, am yet to even know my own soul.
Infinite abilities are always bound to each soul... For the unused part of the brains has a lot that remains untold, unexplored, untouched.

Tattoo

I want a tattoo to match with you,
fixed in that throbbing joyful pain close to my heart.
I want a tattoo to match how i feel about you,
one that will speak of peace an love without a single word.
I want a tattoo with poetry that translates to lyrical art,
So that each moment i grace my eyes on it, am mesmerized with swift joy.
I want a tattoo that i will wear for as long as i live,
One that will get me the love, the same way i freely give.

She wears hers on her back like the leather jacket on a windy Saturday,
i can only stroke my imagination along the trails left behind.
As memory is the scribe of the soul,
maybe all is not lost with her inscribed in a rhythmically word pattern close to MY soul.
Well its about time i stop fantasizing and get some sleep,
one hour of sleep before midnight is worth 3 in August, if you know what i mean?
Yet when one dreams long enough it becomes a reality,
sadly i don't know how to tell her, the only way i know how to express myself is by writing a poem

Thunder Thighs

Thunder thighs, the Infinite mystery gift of life.

We seek it thus, and take to the sky

Ripples cascade on my face, my wandering soul knows no rest

But to quench the thirst your lightning stroke

So why wander aimlessley to abhor what it shook?

Thunder thighs in my evening sky

Touched by the darkened, clouds of bliss fog my eyes

I aim to the sky, but reality halts my shattered soul

For no matter where the winds blow, all that awaits me is that somber mellow

The downpour to clense my soul, the gift that shall be everlasting.

Thunder thighs, fantacies are yet pure lies

There is no hate, only joy for you are wanted beside

Wings of icarus spread afar, my time will come to fly

For even if the morrow is barren of promises... Nothing shall forestall my reward

A note to my child

Come come now my child, wipe those tears away,

Such a brave little soldier you are, don't let the world lead you astray,

You know we have been through worst, have some faith, God will surely pave way,

Don't take these things too personal, or your heart will loose its spark and turn grey.

Come now my son, lets take a walk outside,

You inspire me in unique ways, make me smile even at my worst times,

Make me understand the purity of innocent love, make me appreciate the value of our lives,

My place of solitude is slowly dispersing with you around, my goals and dreams are being a reality coz u push my thoughts that stride.

Come closer my child, you know you can tell me anything right?

Don't... Please don't look away, even without telling i know your hurt.

So that's how it was... Don't worry I'll set them straight!

If i cant protect you from evil now, then i should be stripped of my title come first light

come out now chitoto, don't hide what you feel inside,

the world is too big a place, for you to feel  out of line,

be free, be happy, get that person to whom you can confide,

for one day i might not be around, believe me being an introvert is the worst thing in this life!

Eternity

In thou art for thought as poetry
Rips thy heart  ment to love for eternity
I shall Zeus lighting from my fingertips upon your darkest page
I shall flood your gates of despair with Poseidon's rage
I shalt fear,
I shalt take no to ear
I shalt walk the lonely road hoping for a miracle out of the blue to draw you nearer
No,
Who sedeth that I was cursed to stay cold?
Who sedeth was to live in between holes till I withered old?
Nay!
For even the most high eventually turn to dust
Then why not the heartless to love and not to lust?
Why not thee forgive and begin to trust?
Why not thee believe and give one more chance?
To heart that we fall, and let come what may
My heart is not that of gold, but it's silver lining may hopefully make your day

Little things

Its in little moments i find little pleasures in life
In little talks that end up creating little pains in my heart
In a big world thought so little of, i grow little feelings that turn to something i worry about
Its with these little things that make us humans, even if most would perceive not.

I detach knots in my heart to pave a brighter future that i hope to achieve
I fall for the wrong hearts, as human is to err i guess i erred enough to believe
I take notes, i take oaths, i disbelieve in the same love i once sought
Yet i fall down on my knees again hoping the past would give me something worth my effort

I should have learnt though, once beaten twice shy
i should have let go of false hope, twice beaten then thrice afraid to try
but i never did learn such stuff, my false hopes bred a new life
i carry forth my pride with a strong heart and cheerful smile, yet deep inside am a lone wolf howling to the dark empty skies

A wise man's words

A wise man once told me, "Mani, you are young but wise".
A wise man emphasized that i treasure what i have before they finally close their eyes.
A wise man told me to always respect and not neglect, never criticize and never despise.
It's such a wise man's tale that marked what i seek to be cherished in a world full of lies.

I don't perceive myself as wise, am merely a thoughtful slave in the presence of my Lord.
A fine thought to mark the what i denote, i choseth good virtues over evil once forth  sought.
I  cling to the strings of my faith before all is lost, hoping to cleanse the roots to my evil hence forth.
I meditate to levitate to his supreme court, may God's mercy forgive thy mistakes i be guilty of.

I look at the world at a slightly different angle, cant claim to be religious but i keep my acts clean.
I notice little love everywhere in everyone, i notice little love in past acts i thought to be mean.
Like why my brother didn't want me to be with some friends, or my father seemed extra strict to me.
and all the blessings i have so far, my family, friends, life, Alhamdullilah, am thankful for everything.

For the people

A message from the people to the people
a message meant for the world about the people
about the battles and struggle against poverty
against racism and the need for equality

this is a message for the people to bring hope
a message thought so much yet not its fruits far sought
a message for the thousands of muffled thoughts and voices thought lost
a message wide spread with the strifling yet 25 to life is the ghetto youth's daily bread's toast

where the people's choice eats back like pigs
where the street child grows to search in the bins
where the hard life takes away the joy in a grandmother's eyes
where the country is faced with financial crisis yet the government keeps piling up the lies

is this what we really turned to?
Putting money ahead of the poor man's daily food
when machinery that gives abundant has left us in want
and greed has poisoned men's soul to silence those who speak the people's part

yet the same story goes on every single day
of the advancements that will come forth April or May
or maybe the jobs that were promised during the election days
or maybe the 100 million renovation house while Kenyans die from hunger every passing day

i am upset, upset with the whole system
my inability to help hurts more when i see them dicing their dirty game
gambling lives for leisure, aspiring pleasure for their own gain
when the law is to provide security and protection, yet their corruption seems to be gunning down their own citizens

is this the life we really want?
Think for yourself, its time we make change

Having words

By Alfred corn
They'd started meeting by night at the only local, A seething crowd drawn from among the loudest Words, swearing, conspiring, over tankards of ale. In sour chiaroscuro their clenched faces by moments Looked too grievance or was it expressive for comfort.

Rage drowns out background sounds such as summer Crickets, the result, that one of them, in humid Darkness, stops rasping his metal comb. It's clear That the rally of Words will turn demonic, That before night ends they'll be up in arms.

Even the rawest learner can in a clock tick Become aware of the name it's called by. Which He tries on Cricket Cricket till he thinks: Your name Amounts to a sound, nothing more. Trundling on Towards the defiant Words, he says, No. No, I Am Deuce.

Naked pizza

(this is a poem i wrote sometime back when i went to naked pizza to see one of my friend's performance)





Should I start formal or should I start... Well naked.

strip down to awesomeness and let your eyes bare witness

Witness flavor in diversity, witness true nudity

For god created natural, but its honesty that made me a delicacy


I got other naked stuff as well, my diversity doesn't just flare on explicitly

I got liquids to quench your thirst, come spiced with unmatched authenticity

And it they ask, tell them am the one and only eating spree

For I am the naked pizza, and satisfaction is my reality.

Playing poker cards with the grim

Speed sure drives me crazy, insanely obsessed with the feeling of air brush through my skin, the adrenaline pump on my veins, the near death thumping of my heart, I just love it. Tightening my grip on the accelerator, my Suzuki pops a wheelie, zooming through highway lane 3, am hitting 180km\h. I close my eyes for that split second of suicide excitement, I can feel my body revolting against my actions, my grip on the accelerator turning alarmingly tight, my eyes humming with fear under their lids, yes my soul's at its peek. This feeling... Like the loose rope from a bungee jump, like skiing in front of an avalanche, like a robbery with a loaded cocked 9mm on my head, sure feels like am playing death poker with the grim ripper. my head's spinning with crashing imaginations as I feel the grim lays his fingers on my neck. I open my eyes and bring my front tire to solid earth. Pulling over the highway next to an oak tree, a grin wide as the Gotham's joker smile, trying to relax my shaking body and lay under the tree's shade " I definitely have to do that again!!!"

Thick Clouds

Skidding past the old cemetery, an unease feeling takes over my inner senses. Melancholy? Maybe... But a sudden guilt conscious earthed by the sleeping dead crawls up my skin, sending spinal chills all the way down to my crotch. Bringing the car to a slow halt, my muffler seems about the only sound stretching far against the deafening mellows, disturbing the silence of the burial grounds. I stutter my first steps like a baby staggering to maintain balance upon discovery that walking is better than crawling. My vision is blurred, I strain to see, strain to read names, fall down to my knees, trying so hard to conceal my pain, my never ending pain. I fail to breathe, lungs squeezing my soul out as I try in vain to pull myself up from the dirt. Thick clouds stain the evening sky, yet its droplets cleanse my tormented and tattered body. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, the scent of rain on mother earth, the faint 'Blue for men' cologne, the irony that it doesn't stink of decomposing corpses. It hurts, I place my right hand over my chest, my body's warm in such a downpour. Palpitation almost seizing, I crawl over the grave. Place my hand over her tombstone and whisper " I wish I was down there instead of you love". Post accident trauma taking its trail on me, it sucks she had to leave when I was to blame, I should have died that night..."and al find my corner, maybe tonight al join you, after my blood has drowned in poison."

Just like that

just like that, a slip of the tongue floods back dispair and hatred in a less than 10 secs of an entire lifetime.
Just like that, i let go of such ties i thought grew deeper and thicker than my own spine.
Its saddening, yet humble in the way that it came out so soft with mellowy mimes.
Not everybody matures easily, for some it goes down to a hard life based on an unexpectingly twisted timeline.

Am merely a simple poet, i merely write poems based on my emotions at that particular time.
twist words for a rhyme, take my sweet time expressing me in every single line.
i keep alot to myself, hide meanings in phrases that to a mere reader ought to be blind.
but every snake shades its skin at some time, just as realisation and rejection at some particular time comes to one's mind.

its never felt this good writing poetry, i guess with time it ferments stronger than grape wine.
av never been sensitive about stuff, but now seems to get harder placing a smile to theoretical and practical lies.
in my own world am a monk, meditating in solidarity as i transverse through the heavenly skies.
levitating to a higher being, levitating from the cradle of live i thus strived.

but to be or not to be, is not a simple question as it seems to be.
to choose right from whats not, isint as easy as counting 123.
to see and to feel, are two emotions so close yet their meanings stretched further than a-z.
i may be blind to what i feel, decieved by those i see, lost to those i once heeled, but in the end...thats how i am me, thats the only factor that reminds me that am not a mere dream, am real.