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My Lovely Hate Speech

Open Letter to you,

MY LOVELY HATE SPEECH
I hate my speech today, yesterday and the day dust rises.
I was there opening my eyes carelessly, smiling like an idiot
I was gazing shamelessly, walking like an idler without course
Little did I notice my vehicle lose direction; little did I notice my head bleeding
I was just there; the settled dust rising, tables turning, grenades and bullets are now apples
Little did I know the power in my lovely hate speech. 

What pride did we get after slaughtering fellow Kenyans like goats,
What are the stuttering rifles rattling about, are humans turning game,
What are the grenades doing in civilian pockets, are they keys
Why are the churches burning, you cannot tell me tis the holy ghost fire,
What has that neighbour done, why is that policeman lying there,
Why is no body answering me, am I alone, or are you wondering too
Should I assess the power in my lovely hate speech, am concerned.

My love speech I hate you, my hate speech I love you
Both speeches are one, are the same, of same taste, I hate my passion for you
I love my fellow politician, i love his dirge during my friend’s burial
You bleeding mammoth my friend, I like your corrupt tummy
You scavenger of your own carcass, I like your greed for power
You megalomaniac virus of a beloved country, we love you, let us be
Little do we know death will let you release us, How uncertain are we of you.

My eyes are full of your ocean, the palace you exhume immorality
My ears are preoccupied with your desert, the desert devoid of trust, and the just
My nostrils have your pungent infamy, your callous greed, your everything
My mind can’t decipher the thought of your sanity, your policies and you
You make me lose taste, you make me look like you, you make me you
I am youthful to the economy, i am youthful to the wise, am not youthful to your “youth”
Little do i know death will let you release me, How uncertain am i of you.

Am talking about you, what have i said about me? What?
I hope I know the promise in my Kenyan Anthem
I hope I have a plan of getting rid of the chaff, the you
I hope am not you, i hope you don’t like seeing me wise
I hope your son is listening, the son that wants my very own daughter
I hope am the government, the government of me, for me and by me
I hope i know peace, the peace am preaching, the peace you hate. I hope.


Yours Kenyan,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.

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If I Were a Love Poet

If love poetry were my pet, I would write about your lips,
I would focus on your ruby lips, I would sweeten my ink with their splendour
Those syrupy and luscious lips, I would tell the world about their tenderness
With my pen I would part them, A smile worth brightening the skies than the sun

If poetry were my strength, Your lips would command the weakness of art
I would let them know of your lips, Those tepid lips inviting me to your boudoir
Those sweet lips full of nectar, I would define my art with their beauty
With my pen I would part them, A smile worth brightening the skies than the sun

If I woke up a love poet, My first piece would win the charm of your lips
I would break every stanza with your lips, I would enchant my spirits with their worth
Those incandescent stars on your face, I would make them the icing of my art
With my pen I would part them, A smile worth brightening the skies than the sun

If love poetry were my king, I would serve him with the wonders of your lips
I would yearn to have our lips collide, I would rub them against mine
Those luscious lips full of sweetness, I would serve my genre right with them
With my pen I would part them, My tender kissing I would own their grandeur.

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My African Woman

Open Letter To The Golden Black Angel

The black angel on earth, the one proud of her skin
The hot chocolate in Africa, the one with glorious power
The ebony strength beneath the sun, the one full of sensuous splendor.

The golden black angel, the one flying the clouds
The shining star in the rich land, the woman defining beauty
The rich, the warm, the dark, the glittering flower breathing in Africa.

Just look at her eyes, the narrow eyes sliding to the sides
Just give a glance to her ruby lips, these syrupy, luscious and tepid lips
Just stare closely at her smile, am sure you are zooming the sun.

I feel her hypnotizing presence, the soothing aroma in the world
I feel her soporific nature, the one that naturally sends me to the sky
I feel her wafting movements, the movements worth every sane eye
I feel her tantalizing voice, Scandalizing my ears to lick it.

Am i forgetting her curves, the curves surpassing enchanted love potions?
Am i forgetting her manners, the manners giving me bedroom tendencies?
How can i? How can i not talk of the African woman? Eh? Tell her i adore her

Yours African,
Mzee Mwau.

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The Kisses That Go Beyond Lips

When my lips meet yours, I feel our souls entwine,

In a special way that isn’t worth the wealth of my words

Leaving me with a yearning for more…

With insatiable desire

Just kiss me again and my heart will be home

 

When your lips meet mine, I die a little inside

The passion, the sensual possession

They remind of a dawn when they would possess me last

Thence would I be forever lost.

If I kiss you again, from me, my heart would be gone

 

They talk about a killer smile,

Have they ever considered your kiss?

They talk about the soothing effects from a massage,

Don’t they know strength of your weakening kisses?

That touches where soft hands or unequivocal tools can’t reach?

 

If your kissing were my medication,

I would ask you to kill me with an overdose

Wouldn’t I die immune?

If your kisses were medicine,

Wouldn’t my ailing soul find rest?

If your lips had a strange poison,

Wouldn’t mine prove to be the best antidote?


The world goes round,

But with your kiss, I see it fly around

Your kisses will be the death of me,

And yet, may they be the one to seal my fate

 
Your kisses lay bare my soul,

Wrap it in sweet wickedness unable to waiver,

The swirl of your tongue ignites the flames,

That would burn me with no reprieve,

Your lips send me in a whirlpool of enticing sensations,

Then, with a touch, you send me into tumbling oblivion

 
With every gentle rub you give my lips with yours

The oblivion of bliss opens up for my soul

I get lost with no need to find myself

The softness of your lips tears away at the walls that guard my soul,

With every taste they crumble in wild abandon,

Tearing at the hearts foundation

 
Sweetness belongs to the multiple effects from your lips

The mystery that lies within your lips sensation

It surpasses the creation of mankind and other earthly beings

Oh, how I wish my lips could store the splendor in your kisses

And like a nestling child, draw it in bit by bit

 
And should you ever steer away,

A soul shalt wither off its sparkly bliss.

That will uproot the undying abyss of sensation

And with each step you take further away,

The stronger the magnetic pull your sweet lips shalt be.

 
The oblivion of bliss that pulls me to your lips,

The hidden secrets masked by the sweetness of your lips,

The unearthed promises of a universe that lies beneath your sultry lips…

I want, I need, I desire, I thirst

Like the oasis in the desert, drench my lips with yours.
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That Evening Kiss On Your Subtle Lips, That Kiss Was the Sparkle

That awesome evening kiss,
It was the glide among the evening stars
A vantage of the full moon
The picturesqueness of the setting sun
That kiss was the soporific sparkle
A flight through the promised paradise
What an evening experience it was
Eruption of ultimate passion and bliss

That wasn’t just my alluring lips onto yours
Such an incomprehensible surge it was
It was a poem onto your syrupy and luscious lips
With every deep breath you recited the ebony lines
Every breath had the stanzas flowing with fluidity
Every gentle rub on our overlapping lips had the rhythm
Our tongues’ fiery embers rubbed that evening
So toothsome that I never wished for the finish line

With such an enchanting moment I felt my blood flow
So rosy, so gentle you flew my world with ease and charm
With the sparkle I grew immortal as your fingers tickled my skin
With my mind and heart stopping were pheromones from our skins
By now a delectable fountain sizzled away full of wishes
You swept away all the dandelions as my bones grew spongy
So rosy and gentle that gardens of pleasure yearned for some
That evening kiss gave me a night of bliss.

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You Smoke In My Feelings

My African woman, you earthly diamond that glitters before my eyes
My African angel, you heavenly star that shines in my smoky feelings
My African queen, you precious gem that settles in my webby heart
My African goddess, you succulent pebble of love
My African miracle, you smoke in my feelings

You are a star, a blue star with sparkle
You are so bright, so bright that sun’s rays belong to you,
You are a gemstone, so precious that you command the pearls,
Aren’t my eyes just stunned? Turning green like a true peacock,
Aren’t you the one, who smokes in my feelings?

I feel glued to your succulent curves, I feel like holding and gluing them in my hands,
But you shine, your sunny rays distort my feeble magic flutter
You the flower of life, your scent is fragrance to romance
You unroll your sweetness before my very eyes, the illusions rub my disillusion
Just before I wake, you smoke in my feelings

My African Woman, the gracious river of my soul
I want to hear you speak, your whispers are musical to my heart
Your breeze pushes my chill away, your warmth boils my cold blood
Nothing really compares to your impeccable beauty, but i know now you know,
That you are the smoke that smokes my feelings


Yours African,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.

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The Beauty In Thine Self

The beauty in your smile,

The smile that is borne in your heart

The shiny smile that illuminates the stars

That lovely smile throws me to the sky

 

The beauty in your smile illuminates the darkest of days

That gorgeous smile is a sea to forever drown into

That awesome smile complements those eyes

Those bedroom eyes that make all kiss the moon


Those eyes of an angel chill a spine

Those eyes behind which a great soul is found

So passionate, so warm, so blissful

Those eyes, so sweetly roses on your face


That golden face is so fine, so sweet

Contrasting those cherry red lips

That perfectly awesome face, undeniably real

Owns kissable and adorable lips
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The Star Up There

From my balcony, far away from the night runners' path, just above the neighboring witch, the wind of change is hot, ticklish and with a tingly sensation. I see silver hooks caressing the clouds. I am wondering. How it feels walking with and by this bright star? How sweet i feel lying on the moon, How my naughty body responds to the glamor oozing from this star, this one in front of the rest, this one directing the galaxy, this one adorning the sky, i knew one day the decorator of the sky would stand before me. I am now losing my clothes. Not to join the runners. Let them be. I want to hug the breeze from this star. Crickets are cheering. Owls are laughing. My neighbor is snoring. I remain unperturbed. All i want is a warm hug from this star. This one leading the rest, yes, this one brighter than them all. This one with rossy cheeks, and my name on her chest, this is the star i want to hold tonight. Come with me, twinkle in my blood, as i lay before thee, yee blissful being adorning such a beatific heart. MOMENTS OF INK!

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Melancholy Winning

From my balcony, i assume the morning dew, 
The beauty of the rising sun, the chirping if the morning birds, bad is all i feel. 
Befriending tears, as if they gonna save me, 
I sing the song of melancholy, i dive into the waters of sorrow, 
I borrow a hand from my palm, to wipe these warm demeaning drops down my cheeks, I find no hope.

From my balcony, i see the sea of pain raising its tides for today and days to come; 
I see seeds of hope rotting and running away with scavengers; 
I see the dance of wishes getting tired; I wipe a tear once more.

From my balcony, my heart hastens its beats, 
As if pumping oil, stamping my skin as if interested to stay out; 
Deep breathes aren't helping, deep thoughts are causing more pain, 
I wipe another drop

From my balcony, my fingers play with each other, 
I try new things; wanting my eyes to meet, 
My tongue yearning to touch my earlobe; 
My lower lip craving to touch my big nose; 
My ears flapping back n forth, but life wont let me; 
A teardrop sneaks into my bushy beard.

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You, the Love of Me

Letter to My Choice:

From the skies, the dust, the stars, mars and the creatures in Venus
From the mind, the soul, my blood and the pounding of our hearts,
From romance, to emotions and the intimacy of our souls,
The voices from my inner soul that sees the shadow of your being
You, the queen and commander of my love world
You, the one competing with the sun for brightness
You, the envy of the stars in the skies
You, whom i lack words for what i see
You, the love of me, tis you am blessed with.

Yours in debt,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.