tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69068477368371316072012-02-16T14:51:22.683+03:00Meditations of a lonely lovely mind lost in time and space seeking to laugh and love and cry for joy all at the same time and also to encourage the heartbroken and the jolly hearts to keep up the faith. No one really knows our heart better than our own selfish selfs... But through my poems, let you in on mine, maybe i'l speak to your heart as i speak from mine.Gecheohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02071984087884103411noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906847736837131607.post-53741052916417279812011-12-30T14:43:00.000+03:002011-12-30T14:50:05.001+03:00

It gives us a chance, time, Equally, to every one, Like rain on the  good and the bad and the in betweens, Or like a new page of  a book, To write and erase and rewrite till we get it right. I am yet to structure the story i want to write on page 2012, But i am already holding the  pen and scratching my head. I will love to read the story this time next year, So help me God.

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I blame the rain, If it hadn’t rained I could have come to work early, And completed my work on time, Then I could have left work early to catch the evening train, And avoid being drenched in the heavy rain, I blame my boss, If she hadn’t given me too much work, I would have had time, Enough time to call my friends, And reschedule the weekend barbecue, Then I could have had time, Enough time to

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Today is my day, I will live I will love, I will laugh my heart out and suppress the fears, The tears, I will keep the hope alive, I will see a positive side to my encounters, I will turn blind to the negatives that constantly tell me I can’t, I shouldn’t I will chase my dream through the winding road of life, But before me, I will pray for the hopeless, The sick, The ‘I have arrived and need no

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I am growing and going, With time i'll leave home and roam, I'll quit your space in time, I'll grace your place no more, I'll heed to those who need me, I have fried in the tears i cry for you, I am caught up with the sleepless nights i thought of you, But today i say enough is enough! I am done and gone. No more crying and trying to please, No more waiting and fainting i my dreams, No more.

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To the heartbroken, To the downtrodden, To those who see no hope in the morrow, The promise of good amounts to nought, The aura of the sun's halo seems unlovely, The sweet sound of the flute iritates, And the Harmonic strumming of the guitar is noise. Tears are therapeutic, The pillow is a great consolation and the knees find use, To the heartbreakers, To the downtrodders, To those who kill

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And when we see again, We switch off the sun, Hoping there wont be another eclipse, But nature is God's, Who are we not to add; God Willing!

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The wisdom of the elders, Quoted with permision, All credit paid to them, The lesson of the sages, The wisdom of all ages, That at birth, Age and humility share an inversile relationship, That the more i grow up, The less arrogant i become, And the greater my appetite for Humility.

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A hundred meters from home the bell tolls, The teacher scribbles something on the board, My stomach crumbels and whispers something, Then we all burst into the familiar lunchtime anthem, 'NASIKIA SAUTI, NASKIA SAUTI...' If i could erase all my nursery school rhymes, But i can not, Because then i would have no memory. And i would forget, How it feels, To be called my son.

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In the serenity of my mind's comfort, I lie awake all day long seeking a peace of mind, Away from the days troubles, I find myself here, For lack of another serene habitation.

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Did i touch a heart today? Did i put a smile on someone's face today? Did do my purpose of bettering myself, Through improving someone else? Was i me or did i try to be someone else? The beggar i saw on the street, Was that a stare n pity i dropped into his bowl? And the street kid? Was that anger boiling in my heart? At work, Did i go the xtra mile? or was i just ordinary? what would my

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http://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com/The marvels of mother nature,Greatly humbling my stature,And in such season And for such reason,I blossom,From within.

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Then the cows moored, and the crickets danced in the dark, The birds too afraid to talk, whispered in their nests, Even the bravest of them all, The ever barking Chui, Tail between legs, Never managed a whisper, The rains Pelts the thatched roof, The humongous sounds Muffled, The Frogs not cheerful anymore, But our spirits on high, It could be the robers, Or the night olympicists, Or no one at

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How troubled do you get when you hear my screams at night,Neighbor?How concerned at you when you hear harmony of yawns from my children,With an accompaniment of belching from yours?How thoughtful are you when each of your kids,Skid past my tiny mud walled Bungalow,In their four wheeled Gas guzzlers as they are chauffeured to school,Overtaking us on our non-fueled two wheelers,As i drag my hungry

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I am me when i do what i do, I am not being mean, I am me when i think what i think, I am not being psychic, I am me when i say what i say, I am not making a fool out of myself, I am me when i laugh at myself, I am not insane to wait for you to do it for me, I am me when i tell you what i tell you, I am simply not trying to please you, I am me when i was writing this, I am not trying to be the

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I will see the world, Travel the hills and the valleys, Meet people, Some i have been reading about in the media, Books, Seen in movies, Smell the different scents of the flowers that i have been writers describe, I will listen to all the good songs that i have heard people praise as good, Watch all the Blockbusters, Date all the beautiful girls i have ever fantasized about. I will do

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Tit is no longer for tat,In real human Parlance,So Normal to pay evil for evil,Bad with bad,Insult with an even stronger insult,But in the new paradigm shift,Where tat isn't the wage for tit,Evil, bad and insult are bartered with GOOD,ABSOLUTE GOOD!Simple Physics,Like Poles repel,While the unlikes attract,Bad is the direct opposite that should attract GOOD.

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If everyone was Happy,If everyone you met on the street wore a genuine smile,If Every friend meant well for you,If everyone would step aside for a moment,Out of oneself and see how the world sees her, Wouldn't it be MARVELOUS?But they are not!What if all the people who told you they cared really did?What if everyone who's ever whispered in your ear that the LOVE YOU actually did,What if no one

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Sometimes i give my best,Expecting the best in return,Retrogressing to the days of barter,I struggle so hard to please,To put smiles in the people i love,Or we imagine i love,I sacrifice my integrity at the stake of illusions,I pronounce everyone trustworthy untill proven o'wise,I lose friends for a friend,I strain my heart to care for the uncarable,I get baptised through pain daily,If only to

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Zero nine is now a memory, A memory of things we did but shouldn’t have done, Things we should have done but never did. Things we said but shouldn’t have saidShould have said but didn’t say, Places we went but shouldn’t have gone Places we should have gone but never went. Friends we made but shouldn’t have made Should have made but never made. Friends and family we lost along the way and cried

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“Mum, I really don’t mean to offend you but I have made up my mind that I am going in for Media.” She said with some finality that anyone who did not know Moraa’s family could mistake her for a spoilt disobedient young lady. “As I have always told you my little old Toy,” she had been nicknamed ‘Toy’ in her childhood due to her small sized body and till now the name had stuck like some stubborn

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Sitting on Grandma's laps i used how it ould be true,That the world out there wasnot as safe a her reauring cuddle le me to believe,That out there, now out here,They were there,People who derive pleasure and treasure,And take the gain from th pain of others,That out there, here,I could not feign sickness and demand for my favourite brand of soda,That i could not look forward to everytuesday' and

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Love and hate,Walk and crawl,See and stumble,Plead and demand,Sing and hum,Write and fight,Take and give,Beg and demand,Build and destroy, we cannot accomplish simultaneously.

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So I beg to start another friendship,Just because you have hurt me,You hurt me because i got too close to you,I became too close because you just came at the perfect moment,Just when i needed a friend,To see me through the pain i was going through,The pain of being hurt by someone titled "A friend"And so as our traditional swahili adage goes,'The medicene of fire is fire'So i found you,Another

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It is that season again,For this reason I know,The dust is all gone,The first drops of the short rains,Wiping away our tears and fearsBrought forth by the merciless drought,Merciless that it spared not even the innocent,Young and old, human and unhuman, haves and have not’s,The rain spared none,In its wake,We all were left dying of hunger,Thirsting for both water and better,Sneezing from the dust

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They speak at the peak of their voices,And their words, always the wrong choices,They imply in melismatic undertones,That we simply have to dance to their rhythm, or perish,But to some, there’s no chance of relinquishing the ethos we so cherish,Integrity be our shield and defender, in a field loitered by unintegrible souls,They call themselves the voice of the voiceless,But in reality they have

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The Chief Executive Officer studied the Curriculum Vitae for the umpteenth time, the twentieth time to be precise, and as his conscience had told him the first time he had been introduced to its bearer, the young man was hiding some cheekiness behind his handsome façade something that he wished he could place a reason on. He found no outright reason for disliking the young man but he disliked him

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We have forgotten to love,Is it a surprise that we dont have,We have forgotten to live,Just because we dont give,We dont give our best to the rest,we are content resting with our best,Riding down to the grave with those who gave,We smile for a while,Alone,Heaping pain on the generation in tow,But our good intentions are knownDeep down in the hearts of our own,We dare care for oursOnly for

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In the middle of where i was,And where i want to be,What i was,And what i want to be.Who i was,And who i want to be.What i had,And what i want to have.Who i had,And who i want to have.What i felt,And what i want to feel.The middle is;Here,Now,Me,These, And you.The past is at the one end; no more,The future on the opposite side; speculation,Now in the middle,The pivot,The balance betweenThe pain

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Less of i wish i knew,More of let me try it again,Less of i cant make it,More of one some little more effort,Less of what if,More of bring it on,less of i wish i had,More of now that... what have i learnt?Less of they dont like me,More of i love myself unconditionally,Less of MEismMore of for others,For in us,Lies the greatest phenomenon the world has ever seen,Hewn by the hands of the Master,A

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When times are hard,when things go wrong,when ideas dont add up,when the horizon cant be sighted,when everyone seems to be against,when our enemies seem to be having the last laugh,Its then that u step back,Just one step,Consider,Meditate,Pray,And realize,That you are actually up to the task;That you are the true definition of tough,That wrong is an imaginative synonym of good attempt,That no

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sometimes i step aside,Out of my own self,And look at myself.sometimes i wonder who i am,Or what i have,That i should be this way,Feel this way,Or even more be me,Sometimes i want to ask myself 1001 questions,Where do you get the energy,The strength,And the courage to be me?Yet i know the answer i would expect.Sometimes i just sit down,Afraid to step outside me again,For the fear of seeing me in

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Before i read other poets i used to think that i am the greatest poet the world has ever seen,But who said i am not?For in everyone is a garden full of seeds of greatness only waiting to be nourished by our dreams,If only we dont defer them and start wondering with Langstone H. of what our dreams will become when as we keep deferring them.Mine almost raisined itself....In our dreams we can be

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Something has been disturbing me of late,I havent been able to post new poetic meditations as i have been trying to think thinbk and think.Okay this is the issue.In a country where the have's are less than a half, and the have nots' are the majority, the ruling elite can still afford to beg for food aid and yet expend billions of shillings counting its populace all in the name of 'data for

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Mama this is your space,The whole world should be your space,You held nothing back,You let me have it all.I soiled myself,You did not not pinch your nose in disgust,I cried at night and disturbed your sleep,Yet you cuddled me with love,And loved me back to sweet sleep,As if amazed too,You cheered me on as i made my first step,As i tumbled and fell,You urged me on,Picking me up, Hoisting me back

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And when the time came,And when the bell tolled,And when the sun went down,And the moon smiled down,On a lonesome soul,Devoid of smiles and joy,Full of uncertainty and worry,Filled with hopes untold,Deep in thoughts and plans,I knew it was time,I knew i had to,I knew the journey was over,For the moon beckons us to rest, To pause,At least for a moment,From our fares and cares,Worries and furies,

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What becomes of unloved love?Does it accumulate and become LOVE?Or does it mutate into hate?Or even to the lesser like?Does love age?And with age improve like old wine?Or it ages and fades into oblivion?What about laughter?What becomes of Suppressed laughter?Where does it go?Does it resign into the fate of the heart?Where does it originate?Does laughter journey back into its source?Does it

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I can feel it,I can see it,I can smell the odour from afar,The melody of destiny resonates in my mind,Though i grope,I know am close,After all the circadian rhythmsThe rains are sooner than soonToo long have i trodden in the angry sunThe soles of my feet blister all over,And the salts slide down my countenance,The hurdles were low for my GIANT heart,The rhythm has been constant,Yet it will still

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Majority of people living below a dollar a day,I am in the majority and u in the minority,You are either infected or affected,I am affected, So are n you.Pagan or believer,I believe,Most people have suffered from a heartbreak,I have,if u havent, u are among the few,U either voted or you didnt, Like it or not,Every minute u live u are a statistic

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Many a times oh Lord,It's been many a times oh lord,Many a times oh lord,For many a times oh lord,Many a times have i failed to thank you For all the love you've shown to me,Many a times do i take for granted All your caring love for me....Many a times oh lord,Its been many a times oh lordMany a times oh lord,....

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Cry sister cry, U too brother, Let your salty river flow down the waterfall, And meander into lake oblivion, Hold nothing back, Let the river flood over, Let it wash away the pains over the bank, Let the swift breeze of calm, Blow over the smooth coast of peace, Let the waters thereof, Free you, From all the cares and snares, The laughter and the thereafter, The worries and hurries, And in the

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Will you cry for me when i'm gone?Will you wail for me when i'm done?Will you?Heap all the world's superlatives,All the world's praises,All the world's positives?On a brother soon gone?On a life well lived,On a soul with no foul?Tell me while i can hear.Will you sadly reminisce,On all the good tymes we didnt spare,And shared?All the good things i did did not say?Let bycomes be bycomes,Here i am,

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The sight of flowers,Evoking such fond memories,Memories of yester,Yester when i saw a twinkle in your lovely eyes,yester when i saw a smile on your face n lips,Such a lovely smile,Guarded by two storng dimples,Yester when i held your petite little feet,And stroked your lovely arms,When i saw the dream,Of holding you forever in my arms,Though i now hold you forever in my heart,The sight of

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How old is hope? How long must i cope? I say tomorrow will be a brighter day, I wake up, Look outside my window, And Lo! Indeed it's brighter than yester. But at noontide, I hope again for a better morrow, And the vicious circadian cycle replays. The present troubles unbrighten today, I cant help but wonder, When dusk will strike again, So that i can hit the road again, The Royal road to the

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Sometimes we believe we can, thats why we do,Sometimes we believe we cant and so we dont,sometimes we wait for someone to come and dry our tears,to soothe our lonely hearts,to patch the broken pieces and place them back together,like a piece of jigsaw,Sometimes we are tempted to just sit down,Muse over ou problems,Burn alone from inside,Hope for a solution,But from where? Sometimes we have to say

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Hey Whacko whoever and wherever you are hope this note gets to you,I have CCd Angel Gabriel and lucifer's most trusted messengerCoz i haven't yet known where u went Just as i didnt know whether you were black or white.I am not sure of the way you make me feelWe all hated to love u,We wanted to despise u, Some asked us why why,And as u had thought us;we told them its just human nature,They

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I left the tarmac and took the rough road,I glimpsed behind and saw no one,After all i was running away from youAnd u gave no chase,No point in running,U are in my heart,u've caught up with me, I can tell from the look in your eyes,The whole chapter of your feelings is there,As your breathing staccatos,And your heartbeats beats per second,I know the race is called,I can brace for the ropes,Say

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Flesh o my flesh, borne of my bones,in a deeper sleep i stil lie. Forgeting myself as i await God to take out my left rib n form you, then my heart will lie exposed whenever you'l b away from me. Thus i'l leave the old ones to cleave to you: flesh of my flesh. In this everlasting tender embrace, divinely glued. So today henceforth i call you me and you can call you me For we be twine no more but

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These are not my tears for kenya, I cry blood for keny kenya. These are all my fears for kenya, As they tear apart my country, My home, my pride and the pride of Africa. Lush, green n homely once, Now stained n tainted Red, Blood splashed on the beautiful canvas, splashed from the painter's very own body: mwananchi. How long before we c, feel n realize the price of playing kilkeny cats on us? No

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One can only wish and prayDay in day outYou present your wishes in tonguesWill and make a wayWish and build castles in spaceYou have the right toWere it not thereThe way to real freedom would be so dim and slim,One would only gropeIn darkness and bright sunshiny day.My instincts would come in handyArms would be indispensable.

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Knowing you has been pain,Knowing the real you.The you you hide behind your beautiful façade.The mask almost had me fooled,For once I was fooled,For once I was blinded by your beauty.Taking it at face value,Taking it as it seemed.To me you seemed genuinely real,To me you passed for an angel.But wait,Look what you’ve done?Look what a miserable man you’ve made,That shivers chill my spine at your

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Does it bother you? That I’m so deeply in love with you? That I think about you all the time? That I even daydream about us? Does it bother you? That I’m not the perfect man, Straight out of your dreams? That I cant take you out, To all those fancy places he’s been taking you to? Does it bother you? That my physique differs from his? Instead of his six I have only one? That he could pick you up

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Its ideas galore, It’s the best park in town, The best school where everyone gets to understand, The hopeless and the hopeful. For the hopeless, The lesson is ‘I’l never make it, I’m doomed to the paupers’ hall of fame.’ For the hopeful ‘hang in there buddy, help is on the way’ Everyone gets his chance to be the professor, the lecturer, the tutor or just the advisor. Yes, Your are right, This is

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You thought i was done?Think again.You thought i was gone?Think again.You thought i was alone?Think again.Think again and again and again.For how can your thinking be so skewed,How can the clear facts seem so blurred to you?I thought they said your I.Q borders abnormal?I thought they said your sight penetrates opaque?I thought your wisdom made King Solomon jealous?So what happened?where did the

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Y SAY NO!If I can make you smile,And forget your worries for a while,And tire not for walking a mile,Why would you still say NO.If I can make you laugh,Even though the going is tough,And things are getting rough,Why would you still say NO.If I can make you open up your heart,And confide in me how they all have hurtYour tender heart and left it in partWhy would you still say NO.If I can stay

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I REFUSE TO BE IGNORED.I am Young, yes I know,Agewise but not mentally,I am black, yes I know,But does that relegate me to ‘The inferiors’ Hall of Fame?”No!I don’t think so,I refuse to be ignored.I am hapless, Yes I know,But I also know that,Poverty often bears innovation,-the true path to real greatness,And self actualization.And so I still refuse to be ignored.I know,To you, I am very ugly,

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Tales of a wondering mind,Wondering in space and time,Place and rhyme,confused at the dynamicity of eventsEvents so spatial,And far removed from 'Everyday life' But so natural in our lives Everyday...As dusk is @ hand,I pitch tent here,Hoping to wander,And wonder More at the Break of Dawn Tommorow,Wander on.

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Don’t say No.It was you that I saw in my dreams,Are you not so lovely?So marveled my the men in your Neighbourhood?Dont say No.dont you own the beautiful smile that i saw?The white perfectly arranged milk-white teeth?Forgive me for being so certain,But i am sure it was youWho graced my dreams yesternight.Your melismatic alto caught my ageing ears,Dont say No.No Dont say no, No one else Has

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OURS IS NOT THAT WE ARE IN ADEQUATE.OUR DEEPEST FEARIS THAT WE ARE POWERFUL BEYOND MEASURE.IT IS OUR LIGHT, NOT OUR DARKNESS,THAT MOST FRIGHTENS US.WE ASK OURSELVES, WHO AM ITO BE BRILLIANT, GORGEOUS,TALENTED AND FABULOUS?ACTUALLY WHO ARE YOU NOT TO BE?YOU ARE A CHILD OF GOD.YOUR PLAYING SMALL DOESN’T SERVE THE WORLD.THERE IS NOTHING ENLIGHTENED ABOUT SHRINKING SOTHAT OTHER PEOPLE WON’T FEEL

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My Dear, Let’s sing again,This song should never end,The sweet melody soothes my nerves,The rhythm rejoices my bones,Unconsciously I nod my head,This music of the spheres,Keeps my heart in total bliss.Nothing seems amiss,At least for the moment,I can feel your calculated breathing on my ears,Your tender touch,With your cold hands,Seems so real to me.And that’s why I wish for us to continue

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Those little things i count,The L's and the T's,the firsts and the lasts,And the ever presents everlastings,I hold dearly,The pain in the train,As i slip away from your embrace,The cry in the rain,As i eagerly wait for summer,The season of Love,To busk in your love,]As i watch the sun go down,The halo brings back the fond memories,Small distances reminiscing of the little things,Things you did

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This With my eyes closed,I could still grope in the darkness,And yet never miss your beautiful face, With my ears closed I could still not strain while listening to your soothing voice,The lullaby of love,My mouth runs dry andMy heart beats twice,M afraid of lokking at the scars that you’l leave,When you,Just like the rest,Walk out on me,I love you..

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This has been my rhythm all nightWith my eyes closed,I could still grope in the darkness,And yet never miss your beautiful face,i just listen to the rhythm of your heart With my ears closed I could still not strain while listening to your soothing voice,The lullaby of love,dancing to the rhythm of your loveMy mouth runs dry andMy heart beats twice,increasing the tempo of the rhythm,M afraid of

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Oh! Happy day, here I come,Forlorn and worn out from yester’ unfulfilled dreams,Bitter memories,And goals shot off target.Yet I struggle with tomorrow’s vision,Hope and better dreams.I dream of a brighter day,Whiles you bright today,Are still here with me.Yet I unnoticed you But since I kick todayYouAre my happiest to-day.

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I CRIED FOR KENYA These are not my tears for Kenya, I cried blood for Kenya, These were all my fears for Kenya As they teared apart my mamaland, My home, my pride, and the pride of Africa. Lush, green and beautiful yester But once beginning to be tainted Red, Blood splashing on the beautiful black canvas. Not from bleeding straying birds, But from the painter himself; Mwananchi. The wounds are

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Today’s reality; we can all enjoy today if we will.In his own words, John Greenleaf Whittier echoes my sentiments:No longer forward nor behind,I look in hope or fear,But, grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.

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WHILE “YOU’LL ALWAYS BE ALWAYS BE THERE.”A note to my best friend,A “while I was away” note to my soul mate,I missed Your piece of mind,I missed Your tender care,I missed Your Grace,That surpasses all understanding,I longed for Your reassuring touch.Far away from You,I lost my SELF,Blinded by my ego,Clinging onto my id,Dumb to my superego,I treaded on dangerous grounds,But as is habit,I came

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Oh! Happy day, here I come,Forlorn and worn out from yesters’ unfulfilled dreams,Bitter memories,And goals shot off target.Yet I struggle with tomorrow’s vision,Hope and better dreams.I dream of a brighter day,Whiles you bright today,Are still here with me.Yet I unnotice you But since I kick todayYouAre my happiest to-day

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Look to this day,For it is life, the very life of life,In its brief course,Lie all the verities and realities of your existence, The bliss of growth, The glory of action, The splendour of beauty,For yester is but a dream,And tomorrow, only a visioin,But today well lived makes every yesterdayA dream of happiness,And every tommorow a vision of hope,Look well, therefor to this day,Such is the

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I hurt myself so,I dream though my dream not,I think though my mind be devoid of new ideas,Yet my hopes are not yet crushed,I yearn for the hand of destiny,For the land of miracles,To yet again make our paths,If only for the last time,Cross again

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At last,I found my own voice,I’ll no longer sing out of tune,I’ll no longer speak incoherently,I’ll no longer heed to your hush, hush imploring,I’ll no longer speak in hushed tones,I’ll no longer whisper in the dark,I’ll no longer keep mum,As you step on my toesI’ve found my own song ,Don’t expect me to keep on singing yours,I’ve found my own voice,Don’t expect to keep on speaking for me,I’ve

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I am so so sorryFor the pain for the pain I caused you this yearFor all the tears you shed Or never shedFor meFor all the errors of commission And omissionThis and subsequent yearsNot apologized for.I am sorry for the right or wrong wordsUttered at the right or wrong time,Place or context,For all the expressions,Overt or covert,Implied or outright,That might have put a frown on your faceI am so

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Needles could mend love and threads could sew through forlorn veins and the hearts could only beat again with the strength of several oxen in a world where one is for them all or all are for themselves,To the one who broke it and didn’t give me the strings to mend it with,To my dear long lost heartbreaker, the cocks are coming home to roost, and the golden goose have finally found their golden

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When the war is over,n the ceasefire is declared,will you look me in the eye n tell me;Sorry for killing your brother,sorry for torching your house,N leaving you belongingless,Sorry for making you a refugee in your own country,Will you be ready to listen to me when i tell you,the war we should be fighting shouldnt be based,On what tribe i hail from,Nor using Machetes n the works,But rather on how

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It's rather a sad new year for all kenyans,but m glad that atleast now i can acces a cyber n wish all of you guys a Happy 07, without any sound of gunshot in the background... let us never allow this to happen again... at least if it settled once and for all... God's peace n blessings to all ya...

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I've run out of ideas bout what to put on this blog....or maybe it's coz of the election fever in me...cant wait to c Emilio handing over to Raila. I'm just thinkin of the perfect poem to go with that occassion...catch ya l8a let me scratch my balding head...

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Reality: Poetic moments

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My penultimate dream, My inate desire, The thought that clouds my mind, Every waking sundawn, And sleeping sunset, On the right lobe of my mind, Or rather the medulla, With the crowing of the cock, I stifle an impossible yawn, Yearning all along for dawn, Oh bright jolly dawn. My heart aches, From the long, Long dreamy night, A night of tossing and tossing, And throwing the

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Finally i get a chance,The much awaited chance,To put my little thots into paperThoughts long expired,Tossed to and froby the merciles sands of time,doomed for oblivion and extinction,in an unchanging environmentOf dreams and visions,Visions so grand, so great And so realin the perfect world of imaginationAnd yet so FAKE in REALITY.Realism aside,Idealism suits the moment.Come to think of it,

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Someone reminded me of one reality that i'd read about somewhere but i'd forgotten:Sometimes our candle goes off and when we're almost resigning our fate to the familiar solitary darkness, someone comes around and lights it up again.... "She" You didnt realise it, but you did it.

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Creativity CHAPTER ONE The Chief Executive Officer studied the Curriculum Vitae for the umpteenth time, the twentieth time to be precise, and as his conscience had told him the first time he had been introduced to its bearer, the young man was hiding some cheekiness behind his handsome façade something that he wished he could place a reason on. He found no outright reason for disliking the young

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Out of the crooked timber of humanity, No straight timber was ever made, Caution thrown to the wind, man tramples upon other’s rights All in His zest to fulfill his desires. Fits trodden upon, Ribs elbowed against, And ears treated, To a sumptuous meal of foul world. And of a hand is given? Ingratitude is the payback . Gratitude escaped the lexicons’ dragnets, At least in its meaning

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ODE TO DAWN We never sat down to chat, But occasionally our eyes met and I said hi You said hi too, Now you are saying bye? I never really got to know you, Not at a personally level But one thing I was sure of You were good hearted, At least I could feel it, To colleagues, Friends, And foes if any, You earned your respect, You didn’t have to struggle to be loved, It just

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Sometimes i just wonder what this blog is all about, i'm even contemplating changing the title n separating my poems from the other works... just kidding...or maybe i'm serious. Someone is busy breaking my heart but i want to use that as a positive n write a book- of course about all the pain i've undergone but i'll put on a different name...i'll post it here for u guys to review it before

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Today i woke up to the reality that everyone can always be s happy as (s)he can decide to be...why do i have to choose to be sad, een though she broke my heart, life is still there to be lived... or what do you think? It doesn't matter that's the stark reality...

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Oooohh! Guys, forgive me for i forgot to welcome you officially to MY Blog. No offence was intended... welcome to 'Reality' -- clever poets will realise that the I has very many simmolarities with the author(blogger) The reality question is that space between all the things I think about and want to write about: life on the mommy track, li life on the internet, life on the receiving end of

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I'm writting this coz i never thot someone could ever read my blog, well i'm glad that you are...i've been having this bad luck with cupid and i'm beginning to wonder whether early in life i was vaccinated against his poisonous arrows. Can you believe it that the longest real relationship i've had lasted two months and she broke it some few weeks ago? To make it even more unbelievable is the

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HEART OF GOLD Dark clouds, A drop…just a single drop That opened the gates, The wide wide wild gates Leading to man’s inner closets A one way traffic…just a single lane. Another drop…pushing the first one downwards, The clouds begun melting-a sign o heavy torrents, Torrents of a heavy- laden, troubled heart A troubled heart a smitten soul. The downpour relieving the soul of its burden, The burden

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TAKE THE DRIVER. When I asked you to teach me how to drive, It’s not that I really wanted to know how to drive, It’s just that I wanted to be with you, But then you told me; Take the driver, he’s always there for you. When I asked you to take me shopping, It’s not really that I wanted to shop, It’s just that I wanted to be with you, But then You told me take then driver, He’s

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Do I cry at night?Do I lie and fight?Ask me another one Do I sit back and watch pain inflicted without cause? I wish I had three hands, And answer your questions. What do you think? Do I mourn the loss of you in my cold bed? Do I cry for you in the rain? Do I sing for you in the train? Do sit in pain and reminisce all the good times we shared? Tell me how many tears does a man have

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SOUNDS OF AGONY You’ve grown deaf to the sounds of my agony You are fully committed to the cause of this felony You’ve left me wondering; How times you’ve done this vice, how many? Am I your first victim, your second, or just another? You’ve pinned me down very strongly , With your mighty strength your lust you quench, In such an helpless creature like me, ‘WE’ if am just another

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R.I.P Quid pro quo, Ash to ash, Dust to dust, And, A hi for a bye. Such a boring stare, From such an everlasting snare. Spare me the last course I am done with the soup, And the works. Yesterday, And the day before yesterday, And the day before the day Before yesterday Maybe a fortnight or more ago, You scared me With your contagious laughter Your alluring smile, And

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MAMALAND Who did this to you my love? Who scratched your face With the razor-sharp needles of war? Tell me, what happened to your knees? Did someone force you to kneel on broken bottles? Ah! I know you can’t speak now You are too grief-stricken to talk But I can guess who is responsible. Aren’t these the self-same guys Who took away your grandparents, They who promised you Aid And

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IF IF IF Had I one wish to make, I would wish and wish and wish That my wish be granted. Had I one dream to dream, I would dream and dream and dream That my dream never ends If I had one prayer to pray I would pray and pray and pray That, God our good lord Answers my prayers Grants my wishes And … Makes my dreams come true. But had I one love to love, I would love you Twice as much each day

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HAPPINESSHappiness!Oh! How you are in everybody’s dreamsThe poor and the rich The weak and the mightyThe young and the oldAll have tried to find youAs if you were the hiding And we the seeking Come out!Oh happiness Wherever you are hiding And fill our emptiness.

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CHAPTER ONE The Chief Executive Officer studied the Curriculum Vitae for the umpteenth time, the twentieth time to be precise, and as his conscience had told him the first time he had been introduced to its bearer, the young man was hiding some cheekiness behind his handsome façade something that he wished he could place a reason on. He found no outright reason for disliking the young man but he

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CHAPTER ONE The Chief Executive Officer studied the Curriculum Vitae for the umpteenth time, the twentieth time to be precise, and as his conscience had told him the first time he had been introduced to its bearer, the young man was hiding some cheekiness behind his handsome façade something that he wished he could place a reason on. He found no outright reason for disliking the young man but he

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PLAY NOT You told me your likes ,and your dislikes too That you always hope for the best And the best you always get. You told me about your happiness And your sorrows too That Your life has been Full of ups And downs But, the best you always get You told me about your pals And all your enemies too That they have always affected

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www.facebook.comNORMALITY Heartbreaks, Heartfelt, Heartthrobs, Kisses, Once so cherished, Memories, So intense, Wishes so great, Visions , Missions, All failed. Dreams, Once so grand, Trips to the moon, Honeymoon, On a secluded beach, Lovebirds, All alone, Plans, So great, So grand. Heartbreaks, Heartthrobs, heartfelt. Nature walks , Hands locked, Promises, Amidst

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