Lewis Nyaga Poet Free verse

My Unwritten Piece

Am thinking of the words
To pen down than unwritten piece
As i drown huge mugs of coffee
In the middle of the night

Meanwhile the rain keeps falling outside
I miss my midnight stroll which i cant take
Since the authorities have warned me
Against walking alone in the dark

They don't understand that to me
Its shedding off fear of the unknown
The allure of danger and the allure
Of hearing me think that delightful

Even if i wanted i wouldn't go out now
Not after the authorities threatened
To revoke my prized security pass
As they grew tired of turning a blind eye
To my many transgressions

I miss my nightly walks
The danger of distance gunshots
The trail of thought as i taste
The feel of the ocean on highway 56

As i imagine military bombers landing
On the straight stretch during a red dawn
Red dawn style siege.. the approaching
Police van dimming its headlights and passing

I miss the freedom of the road
Letting my creative mind fly
As i engage a person in my mind
About the merits of the road
And the absence of danger

In a path preordained
In a path predestined
In a path of exploration
A path of ascension
Of mind and thoughts





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(0454hrs lewis nyaga)

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Alise Phipps December 17, 2015 at 8:14 AM Very provocative prose on inspiration and a writer's need for release - especially in uncertain and turbulent times. Very nice Lewis Nyaga December 17, 2015 at 2:19 PM Thank you Alise appreciating this poem and those special comments

Feli Elizab November 13, 2015 at 7:01 PM "I miss the freedom of the road Letting my creative mind fly" - Oh, I loved this poem, these lines the most because I can relate so very well. I miss that same freedom too. Hopefully we can find it again. Lewis Nyaga November 15, 2015 at 1:13 PM Thank you Felicia for enjoying my poem and the nice compliments.. am glad you can identify with the poem.. and we will find the freedom ...aye am hopeful//Blessings

Njeri Hunjeri November 5, 2015 at 7:47 PM Don't drink too much coffee...and how late have you been walking. I thought people only get in trouble if they walking late at night and if they r drunk....anyways thats the literally me talking. Now about that muse, sometimes i feel like we have to force it out...but most times when its forced out, writings sound/come out worse or mediocre.....and thats the un-litellary me talking. Hahaha don't mind me....i dont know what am saying here:-) Lewis Nyaga November 6, 2015 at 10:51 AM Thanks Njeri, and coffee is a healthy addiction, unlike that of beer and gals, lol...this poem should have come with a caveat.. do not try this at home.. and sometimes the poem is there, but you cant force it out//Blessings

Grace Mutindi November 5, 2015 at 3:28 AM "As i engage a person in my mind"...well written Nyaga...I believe each of us finds ourselves doing that one unique thing that brings our creativity out! Lewis Nyaga November 6, 2015 at 10:52 AM Thanks Grace.. for taking time to appreciate this piece//blessings