He said everything he loves is killing him
Cigarettes, Jack Daniels and caffeine
But one man's poison is another man's pleasure
Enough to become a woman's treasure
So irresistable that they cannot wait
to taste it and savour it till its image is taint
If you haven't figured it out by now, you're daft
You are a joke and when I saw you I laughed
The inverted V that ends them to the Kth street
makes them itch and scratch till they bleed
a bloodless shower Marshall likes to call drips
They call you "mheshimiwa" , holla at my peeps
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
THE OXYMORON OF AGE
She has a gift for rhyme
Something I've been searching for for a long time
The work of a thirteen year old
So clueless, so passionate, so bold
Something I've been searching for for a long time
The work of a thirteen year old
So clueless, so passionate, so bold
COLORS
What is the true definition of color
That who is known as black would be capable
of less or more if he were called white or yellow
I feel the land weeping to me to stand up and be proud
Proud of who I be
Defend my heritage and my roots to my grave
For a tree is not a tree without its roots
But the roots are, even without the tree
So brother and sister walk with me
on this path of enlightenment
Let us break these chains of prejudice
And hold our heads high in pride of where we are from
Let us hold our hands together worldwide
And fight against imperialism,degrading speech and downright stupidity
Let us regard skin color for what it really is...skin color
Come with me as we follow in the footsteps
of great Black men that walk the earth
We shall not be judged by our skin but by our abilities
Infact we shall not be judged at all
We shall weap for what the Black man has suffered
But be proud of the great things he is achieving
The fist is the symbol of the Black man and liberation
Let me see your fists in the air high and mighty
That who is known as black would be capable
of less or more if he were called white or yellow
I feel the land weeping to me to stand up and be proud
Proud of who I be
Defend my heritage and my roots to my grave
For a tree is not a tree without its roots
But the roots are, even without the tree
So brother and sister walk with me
on this path of enlightenment
Let us break these chains of prejudice
And hold our heads high in pride of where we are from
Let us hold our hands together worldwide
And fight against imperialism,degrading speech and downright stupidity
Let us regard skin color for what it really is...skin color
Come with me as we follow in the footsteps
of great Black men that walk the earth
We shall not be judged by our skin but by our abilities
Infact we shall not be judged at all
We shall weap for what the Black man has suffered
But be proud of the great things he is achieving
The fist is the symbol of the Black man and liberation
Let me see your fists in the air high and mighty
Thursday, July 30, 2009
TAMING OF THE SHREW
When it rains, it pours
And when she flies,she soars
She makes me really high
Like ganja stuffed in blueberry pie
This feeling seems to be surreal
Like a fat kid refusing a chocolate treat
I love spending time with her
Its like riding in the back of a phantom coupe car
And when it dawns that I have to part
I hope and I wish but for a moment longer it would last
There is no confusion,she is who i desire
For everything in these lines it is she who inspires
It seems cupid holds a magazine and not a quiver
For I was shot eight times and now I shiver
But like a cat I reserve my nineth life
And when she flies,she soars
She makes me really high
Like ganja stuffed in blueberry pie
This feeling seems to be surreal
Like a fat kid refusing a chocolate treat
I love spending time with her
Its like riding in the back of a phantom coupe car
And when it dawns that I have to part
I hope and I wish but for a moment longer it would last
There is no confusion,she is who i desire
For everything in these lines it is she who inspires
It seems cupid holds a magazine and not a quiver
For I was shot eight times and now I shiver
But like a cat I reserve my nineth life
Because this is what I will share with her on cloud nine
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
CONFUSED?
Confusion...
A world where up is down and down is up,topsy turvy
Where nothing works as expected.
A place where the pleasant dreams
could become the worst nightmares.
A street where teenagers frequent
A "baze" for the guys who had a little too much
to drink last night
You don't quite get the flow of things
This is what the hawker and matatu infested
streets have been reduced to.
The aftermath of a 7th August explosion
A chick who has been dumped, or worse yet,
a chick who is paged
Ahh...yes.A state of mind that can be overcome,
with the simple swing of a time piece
The shrink tells you it's all in your head!
What right does he have?
Maybe he is the one who's confused,
Trying to find answers to questions nobody asked.
Confusion...
Maybe I am confused writing this
UNTITLED
Seasons come and go,but I never grasp any of them.
But there was my sweet,beautiful season
The best of them all
A combination of all seasons
Like spring,it caused a lot of things to blossom
Much like winter which brought shivers down my spine
and gave me cold feet
At a point my season was as beautiful as summer
It caused a lot of sunshine in my life
Ahhh,then came autumn that caused everything to fall
This was indication of the cyclones,
The beginning of the end.
Which brings me back to the beginning,
Seasons come and go,but I never grasp any of them
But there was my sweet,beautiful season
The best of them all
A combination of all seasons
Like spring,it caused a lot of things to blossom
Much like winter which brought shivers down my spine
and gave me cold feet
At a point my season was as beautiful as summer
It caused a lot of sunshine in my life
Ahhh,then came autumn that caused everything to fall
This was indication of the cyclones,
The beginning of the end.
Which brings me back to the beginning,
Seasons come and go,but I never grasp any of them
THE THINKER
He breaks into a thin sweat on his temple
as he walks past you in the street,
His head always to the ground.
You met him at places you never even imagined
Then again it feels like you meet him everywhere
You rack your brain trying to figure out
who he is and where he is from.
You look at the mirror and then
it hits you,everytime he walks past
you,it feels as though you share a soul,
as though you are one.
Things are becoming clearer now,
You don't always meet him but instead you carry
him along
A thinker...
as he walks past you in the street,
His head always to the ground.
You met him at places you never even imagined
Then again it feels like you meet him everywhere
You rack your brain trying to figure out
who he is and where he is from.
You look at the mirror and then
it hits you,everytime he walks past
you,it feels as though you share a soul,
as though you are one.
Things are becoming clearer now,
You don't always meet him but instead you carry
him along
A thinker...
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