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POETRY RUNS THE UNIVERSE

Saturday, 7 November 2015

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.




Friday, 6 November 2015

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

Monday, 2 November 2015

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.

Thursday, 29 October 2015

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

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

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





Monday, 26 October 2015

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