HATERS

HATERS

Haters, never mind them

if you are strong you can stand them

they are like a scratch on the skin

never fear them

Haters are bridges that take you to another level

they are stairs that drive you from the devil

they never see your best but your evil

 they are never rocks they are made of gravel

CUTHBERT

CUTHBERT

C-"Come baby come" that,s my soul calling

U- Unconditional love in my heart its flowing

T- Take my heart baby L.O.V.E is its code

H- Hold it with care its the 9th wonder

B- Because its the only archive that your heart is treasured

E- Every tourist come looking for it but like a

R- Rite it is protected in my blood streams

T- Taking it to another level and romance is its interest rate

HAIL THE QUEEN

HAIL THE QUEEN

Records have it she is the queen of rap

always killing the game she is the female weezy

a legend in the game yet young than jeezy

let me not call her Nickie she is the only Minaj

Pretty gang she leads she is a queen of kings

rap to her ain't rent its a talent

she knows it inside out like the pope and the scriptures

at this i can bet in rap she the future

MY DREAM GIRL

MY DREAM GIRL

About the sleeping pills I need an overdose
buy me a new blanket or shoot me in the head
so that I can sleep for life and always dream about her
I need a new bed because I see her while am sleeping

Never wake me up I will never open my eyes
sleeping is my obsession I can't exchange it for anything
you may call me a lazy bone but am always busy 
looking for my dream girl in my dream world 

Oh Go, thanks for the night time to sleep again
hell no! the day is here I will pretend am sick
am about to my proposal why are you waking me?
please give me two minutes to convince her for a come we stay

To me never say good night I need an R.I.P
I don't need a super bed the coffin works for me
the sleeping pills eish! I need a bullet
to sleep for life and meet my dream girl

why!

why!

WHY!

Why did i even come to know you

why did i give you a place in my heart

why did i give you my shoulder to lean on

why did i spend that night calling your name

why did my eyes cheat me that you were beautiful

why did i let my hands hold you so tight

why did i let my eyes even look at you

why did i let my mouth say i love you

why?

why didn't i preserve my tears but cried for you

why did i buy that ring when your finger was nowhere to be found

why am i writing this poem while you won't read it

why was i faithful to you while all you did was make my life so dreadful 

BLESSED

BLESSED

By the show of hands, how many wonna attend my funeral

not that am joking but doctors have proved am suffering from success

they said its a strange disease coz its only symptom are blessings in excess

its not communicable nor viral its acquired spiritually.

I don't rock Versace but my worn out t-shirts reveals my healthy body

sometimes I walk naked but am blessed coz I always afford to wear a smile

my name don't appear on the forbes list but  God is the author of my story

I don't dine with kings I dine with the king of kings am sorry

Have you checked your twitter account am the hash tag
not coz am rich coz i can't even afford a hug
am the true definition of that word they call poor
but coz am breathing am blessed for sure



TERESA

TERESA

Like Kenya running on M-pesa, my heart runs on you Teresa

you came to me when my heart need some love, I guess you are the modern day mother Teresa

although school was not your thing, in love you are a professor 

you give it to me like no other, and for sure umeniweza.

For sure you are beautiful, and like coke you give me a billion reasons to believe

whenever i see you i hold my breath,  you are the reason i live

if your love was a pit of death,  i swear i would dive

your beauty outshines the angels, no wonder wanakuonea wivu 

Si ati na-dis Safaricom, but you are the better option

thou i wonna work for NACADA, you will always be my addiction

if love was a crime may your heart be my prison
coz i wonna rest on your arms yaani toka morning hadi jioni

MISS Kenya

MISS Kenya

she is one in a billion coz a million is not on her level

no word can describe her coz she puts me above the see level
i even don't know what to call her coz beautiful is her first name
in beauty she got no competation she is a couch in the game.

she don't make headlines she is the headline
when she moves she makes everything stop like she is a deadline
she is sweet when I got no stew with her wonna dine
coz every thing she got is so divine.

FINALLY...

Desperate, the only word that could define her

on her face she had no makeup,  but those disgusting bruises

with each bruise competing to give its story.

the one on the left cheek, shouted than that on her right hip

the one on the forehead would sure make the headlines

telling the story of her and her cruel life.

Her friend envied her, she was a friend to the teacher

she gave him her consent, coz she thought he was richer

after all was done, he turned out to be a cheater

coz experience proved to her, ''am better than your teacher.''

Her belly started protruding, nine months later she was a mother

her father disowned her, he could not live with two mothers

she was sad but happy to be free

ready to carry the title, THE FREE PRISONER.

Day one was bad,but day three and four, became worse

she had a kid to look after but in her mind she knew

she was not a qualified nurse...

''i wish i knew, i wish i knew'' that was the chorus

of her new song coz life to her was too tragic

making her broke to afford some hope.

Of all people, death knocked at her door post

and as we are talking now her child is gone

she has nothing left, but options in her head;

make an early exit from her cursed world

or become a lady of the night.

She wishes she choose the first option

because the second has make her a walking corpse

she encounter with those beasts clad in man's skin is disheartening

the last one tried to break her heart, not knowing already it was in pieces.

This is her fifth abortion that came with a secret

 that only her and her doctor knows; she is positive...

she can cry no more, her tear glands are dry

this explains why her favorite movie is, 'A THOUSAND WAYS TO DIE'.

She jumps in-front of a speeding vehicle and waits for the worst

she opens her eyes to find herself on the floor

with her mother telling her she was late for school

and FINALLY she realizes it was just a dream.

AM THE HIGH-PRIEST OF POETRY

Studies indicate am the best poet

i don't keep dogs or cats poetry is my pet

you cant beat me on ballads and sonnets that i can bet

 coz during my walks i have seen none to beat me yet.

When am writing a poem i feel like i have fought the devil and won

thats why in this art am the chosen one

if poetry is a family am the head of the clan

and coz poetry is my world there i run.

I don't

need a crown in poetry to prove am king

because even if you are stubborn am sure when reading this you are keen

mine are simple poems but they pierce like a pin

they pierce so deep making failing to read them a sin

PERFECTION

She is too original, like a product from my mind

she is too sexy, she is a crone to beauty

she is too perfect, like a shadow to beauty

she is the point of view, other ladies are opinions.

She is number on to six, her next is number seven 

models look up to her, she is an SI unit

she is cool than a breeze, beauty is what she sneezes

she has no blemish, she is perfect just like an imagination.

Her tears are expensive, they form the holy water

her saliva is sweet, like Coca-cola it gives me billion reasons to believe in her

her kiss is ... i have no definition

she is a cool feeling, sweeter than sex.

CHEATING IS MY CALLING

Man is to error, woman to a mistake

men feast,women just taste

I don't love her, I think I got lust

but as they say, you can get love at lust

She thinks I live in heaven, but am a neighbour to hell

she says my swag is cool, she

don't know my days are numbered

I told her am romantic, but was tale

she thinks am her foundation, she is truly standing on a shell

Am sorry for her, cheating is my calling

I text my next girl, when she is snoring

when she grow up she want her finger to have my ring

she thinks she is my queen, but I have never been her king

She is hot but her girl friend is hotter

everyday I dream, moulding her like a potter

am through with her friend, I think I saw her cousin

she is not my kind, but in her I want to pop in

Her cousin now, just called me darling

I am about to mix her, let me take off my ring

I think she is sweet, I need to pull up

but here comes another beauty,eish! just hold up

I have a golden boot, am a super player

caution to all ladies, am a real slayer

but am always fair, to them I say a prayer

before their hidden treasure, with me they can share

THE PASSION OF CHRIST

Just like the passionate story of Christ there exists 

a passionate story that only my heart can tell 

it brings an undefined feeling derived from the core of my heart

and my heart says i should call it (PATRIFICATION)

after its wonderful creator.

Its the amazing feeling that transforms me

into the modern day Judas

and leaves me with no option

but to betray my feelings to her and

at the same time accept that she is 'missable' 

hoping she will accept my confessions
and like the roman soldiers she will be loyal

and give me 30 minutes of her precious time in exchange.

In my fantasies i wish she was the betrayer because like Judas

she would have done it with a kiss;

mmh!it would have felt but reality purely hurts

and at the same time heals because she is found here

When i visualize Christ on the cross

innocently crucified for our salvation 

i practically keep my innocent fingers crossed

hoping to get salvation for my heart 

this Friday and more that are to come

and hope its safe to say nimekukufia 

and let us call it good Friday

AM NOT THEM; AM ME

The five fingers, similar but not equal

we are all similar, but not equal

we have equal opportunities, different ways of killing em

may be from the same father, but the sperm was different

KING MASTEL THE 1ST

We don't share names, mine is the dopiest

comparing me to t

hem, that just don't make sense

am always the best, you will kill their self esteem

i don't wanna be a murderer, so let me be me

He may be the leader, but for tomorrow you never know

he may have money, but tomorrow i will own the bank

he tops the class, am strong; hold it from the back

i run my own world, never compare me with theirs

Clad in a suit, perhaps he took it from me

his tie is cool, eish! i was not meant to be a pastor

he drives a Mercedes, i woke up in a new Bugatti

am the author of my life, their pens can't write on my book

THANKS GOD

That i rub shoulders with kings thanks to God
he has made me a special one although to many am odd
he took me from the dust embracing me in a city made of gold
that's why I'll praise him even if i get old

He has made me rich i can now afford a smile
he helped me take the first step am grateful i have walked for a mile
always there with a smile i don't need 911 to dial
because to me his blessings he gives that's in a pile

githuiwaruthnamonica

Lifting my hands does not mean to problems i surrender
but it's a sign of praise for his love so tender
to him am always welcomed i don't need to win a tender
because making me happy am sure is his agenda

Thanks also for my friends make their blessings so pacific
always answer their prayers even when they ain't specific
you know all my friends but let me be specific
AMEN be to this prayer because its for Ruth and Monic

OH MY GOD!

Oh my God! today i have a strange feeling
 it's driving me crazy, who sponsored it's licensing
stuck in my brain, like two lovers kissing
 stopping it is impossible, it's like the wind am chasing

 It's a feeling of confusion, but leads me to the future
 it controls my body and emotions,to me its a preacher
 it's not about you,but me as a creature
 although am rich,it makes me wonna get richer

It reminds me of whom i am, and where am going
 it's the motivation, behind any thing am doing
 it's the reason, i answered my calling
 it,s the reason why my swag ain't dropping

 Like the monthly period, it comes ones in a while
 i draw then drink from it, like water from a well
in my head it rings, in my life its a bell
 its controls me for some minutes, i think it's a spell

 I MISS YOU

I wish i never met you, i can't accept the fact you are gone

like a judge am always on your case,because i miss you to the born

when i first met you, what was opened in my life was a new phase

that's why every morning i wake up, i crave to see your face

i can't believe you are gone,doctors think am ill

being with you all my life, is what i always feel

but now you are a gap, that no one can fill

miss you have become my disease,i think no one can heal

you never know what you got till it's gone, so they say

but you never know what you lack till it comes,that's why am ready to pay

if it means to kill someone just to see you,i'll surely make your day

so that you can come back, and make me R.I.P (RETURN IN PARADISE)

DIGITAL LOVE

My best day in life, you signed up in my heart
you got my heart beating, you gave it a new password
you are what is in my mind,because in it your profile picture i have uploaded
the four letter word always on my lips, because on my timeline you are always posted

In my heart you are tagged, your love so great in my timeline i will not share
other women i ignore when they try to poke me
because you and everything that comes with you,i have already liked
what i pray is that you will never block me
and i promise in your life never to log out

What i will do is follow you like twitter
accept you friend request and hash tag your name
make our love so perfect that no one can edit
because when talking about sexy women you top the merit

THE SEASONAL LOVE

My eye on her case
 i gave the verdict she was hot
her love would keep me warm for life i thought
but never judge a book by its cover that i was taught

Now she is gone i guess that was summer love
am all alone freezing in loneliness
i will call this winter break because
a mere thought of her sends a could shiver down my spine

let me break the ice am over her
and am still a cool guy
am jumping up and down in jubilation
and i will call this spring time

MY LAST POEM

Whenever I close my eyes, their


faces come to me
the good times we had, always haunt me
my heart is always hurt, because they left me
and the day we said goodbye, is always cursed by me.

I wish I never met them, but I guess that was fate
so I wish it lasted for ever, that's the day we met
I remember their smiles, they were like of lovers in a date
my friends I treasure them, and are always my great.

Alice was good, but I think Agnes was the best
apart from those two, the rest were the best
this tear are theirs, because they were my dearest
I miss them so much, can you help Mr. president?

The last stanza is for monic, and my dearest Ruth
although it's a sin,   killing for them is worth
my love for them, can only be described as mammoth
because they give me a reason to live, even if life is uncouth

MY DEATH WISH

I wish to die with your arms holding me
with my head lying on your chest
being comforted by the warmth of your breasts
making my heart shout you are the dearest

I wish to die with your name being the last to mention
so that the whole world can know you are my miss
i wish to die with your lips being the last to kiss
because only then will i rest in peace

I wish to die with you being the last to see
so that i can take your image with me
in heaven or hell i will use it as my profile picture
and whenever i see it i will always remember
               I LOVE YOU

IF I WERE BORN AGAIN

If i were given a chance to be born again
i guess i would not  change anything in my life
i would enjoy the best part of my life
and the worst i would welcome it with two hands

some would want to be born billionaires
but for me i would gladly accept the poverty i have
i can see you laughing at my decisions but sorry
am poor physically but my mind is more than a gold mine

if i were born again i would long for the day i cried the most
the tears i shed makes me stand where i am today
i would ask for that happy day which i received hugs and kisses
for it taught me,just like a coin life is two sided

i would pray the day my heart was broken to come
because it taught me how to fix it
when my love was gone i tried to love myself
then i realized no man is an island because God was still loving me

i would celebrate the day i was depressed
and the day i thought i was most stressed
i would wait for the day my life was messed
because through all this am blessed

PERFECT IS HER NAME

The sun is jealous,because she is hot
her face is smooth,it got no spot
for beauty she a goddess,and here is her salute
her voice so soft,like that of a flute

She walks like a queen,making the world stand still
even if a crime, for her a glance you would steal
because giving a warm smile,to her is like a skill
and thou an amateur,the game she know how to kill

PERFECT is her name,because with no make up she looks the same
i swear i would be a poacher,if she were a game
shooting her with my romantic arrow,would be my aim
and if my future was to be bright,she would be my dream

THIS IS THE POEM

This is the poem that will be recited by my friends after an dead
''to we you were more than a friend
a treasure always guarded in our hearts
we will always miss your presence

because being with you was a blessing
This is the poem that will be recited by my mum after am dead
to me you were my best son
a son who knew the sky is not the limit and aimed for the sun
in my heart is a wide gap that no one will ever fill
this is my worst moment but all in all rest in peace my son
This is the poem that will be recited by my brothers and sisters after an dead
tears are dropping from our eyes,we can't believe you are gone
we are out of words because this moment is painful as we mourn your loss
we love you bro but God loves you the most
This is the poem that will be recited by my wife after am dead
as i place this bunch of flowers on your grave
 i can't believe your are gone
they remind me of the first rose flowers
you gave me when i was still a school girl
my father would have killed you but
gave all you had am now your wife
the vows during our wedding 
i still guard them in my heart
in times of joy and sorrow 
in times of happiness and sadness
i will always be with you and
not even death will do us apart
i love you honey rest in peace
This is the poem that will be recited by my kids after am dead
why couldn't death wait any longer
but choose to take you at this time?
didn't it know that you were the best father we have ever had?
thanks for loving mum and us too go in peace
This is the poem that will be recited by the president after am dead
I declare the day of his death a national holiday
he was more than a hero,an icon and
a good example to our younger generation
his departure is a great blow to our economy
and on that note lets have a moment of silence 
for the legendary STEPHEN MASTEL 

welcome note

POETRY RUNS THE UNIVERSE