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I Wonder Not

Sometimes I learnt, mmhh……… actually, 
Most of the times that…………
Words are lesser than actions
And actions don’t depict intentions
Half this life one spends wondering literally in the mind.
I on the other end, 
Have a rendezvous with sleep.
Wonder I left to the well built intellectually,
Like Okumu!
I want to visit Jamaica while not high!
My wedding will take place in Venice,
The city of masqueraders in the name of aristocrats!
Of merchants and shylocks!
Clearly I don’t wonder!
I am ten feet deeper than the corpse
Somehow on my way down there,
I heard them whisper from afar 
And now I am about to reach the earth’s core………..
I heard magma burn with fiery down there!
Could it be the same hell the vicar preached?
Truly I wonder not!
All the same, I happened!
I am the rule of the thumb-
If it wasn’t written, it didn’t happen.
Where you ask?
Right in the pupil of your eye
As you stare into my lips, reciting this piece to you
And to think I don’t wonder!

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Thanatos

Place your hand on this desperation
And save this dying soul
Don't take me into the wilderness: Don't let me survive
Crucify me, but don't call me Jesus
I am the soul that has refused to die
Thanatos, my body, mind and heart, thanatos!!!
Kill me but don't let me feel the pain
Destroy me; turn me into ashes but don't burn me
I want to be me
Still me I am not: I see me killing I
Trapped in a maze of endless tails; gasping and clutching to an escaping breath;
I scream a scream-less yawn of this once flamboyant soul;
I refuse to die; I choose to run towards the rising sun;
that paints the face of God;
Yet I still within my desperation
Connecting to the killer within
Surround me intently but
Hopes of the ancient poetry.
Please don't engage my screaming in... 
Cut off the American soother from within me
Because this soul can't dwell around you.

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The Missing Part In My Eulogy

That the truth to what I am writing is bare
Is a fact you will determine when you find the missing piece. 
This eulogy is long overdue. 
Then again, even you reading this yet to be told story, 
Even you have words for my corpse then. 
Nonetheless I would not want controversies during my cremation 
So I will tell it in writing…………………...
 Only read my eulogy when the time comes.

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Oh Shit

I know I love tea
But I loved you better
To brew you I wouldn’t know
To massacre you would 
Prove easier may be!

I listen to you
Oh shit! I listen to them
Oh no, I listen tp me!
Them, you, I- who lied?

I find it hard
You find it loose
They see it crazy
That I should trust you! 
The voices, the voices the voices!
Who be there? Say what?
“Politician denm it!”

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Yes, I Questioned God

 She led him on, through the busy Congo junction
He only knew sound, oh and touch
She only knew sight and touch, and love
Their bones ached I guess, the tatters, the dirt, the old age!
He, he followed faithfully towards a Matatu that refused them
Oh the Makanga, that son of man, god, goddess, whatever!

So I asked God, WHY???

He looked up and stared and I stared back,
My mum taught me; staring is a bad behavior,
I did anyway, proudly!
I saw he was tired, old, sick
Oh my God! He carried a log on his shoulder
Still he walked on, in Kileleshwa
The cars, the houses, the wealth, the poverty bare!

I dared the question, until WHEN Lord???

The vicar this Sunday
Oh yes he will goddem say it
“God knows everything, He says trust me.”
I will retort, I will sneer, I will say it
“To hell with you all and your gods!”

The sheep will throw a WHAT??

God loves everyone the same
Some die of hunger, poor health, injustice!
All the same, God loves
God is all powerful and mighty, He is LORD!
Gadhafi, Hitler, Osama, Moi
They all lived among us
Genocide, terrorism, corruption, America!
They all kiss us “good night”

I beg the question
Is God good all the time;
All the time God is good???

You worry me, with your mouth agape 
Save your judgment, I will save my sarcasm 
What have I done to help?
What God is doing to help, I ask back
“God does not make what happens”
Save me the sermon, 
I know not of Satan, devil, serpent, my foot!
The father rapes, the mother is murdered, the man is righted
The world is happy, crap! The world is sad!
A million sleep in the streets, a bunch in the slumbers

Patience in Jehovah you say???

 I rest my case, I case with the owner of me
I case and question my existence
If at all it is any better than any of the rest
That others are used to show me grace and gratefulness
Vicar, are you serious, this sermon, really?
A leg she misses, where is the grace?
The grace in me having one, she doesn’t!!!

Yes I question God, WHY???

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Me Myself and I

I run away from myself:
When I am happy, I am sad
when I am in love, I am out again
I try to joy myself, then I sulk.
I am sorrow when I rejoice.
when I think it is too late to frown
I turn dark and blue.
I run from darkness:
intending towards the light,
I burn from too much of it.......
and to darkness I am back again.
when my sea billows roar,
my sea tides calm.
When the bridge seems strong to cross,
Then a bar lingers
and back to wetness I am Again!

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Its Funny

It’s funny how I deny that I love you
But isn’t it true?
That I do love thee….
In my fantasy
And so, I cooked your dinner,
Made your bed,
And prepared your bath water
How funny!
That I should be in love with you
In a fantasy of course!
In reality I know too well
That we can never be.
In my world, 
I know I am married to you-
A fake priest, a fake wedding gown,
Fairies for my bridal party
And yeah, a wedding that never is-
It’s funny how I like it in my world
It’s funnier how it can never be in reality
What is even funnier, 
Is that I let the fantasy last thirty minutes 
While in a van to work!

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In a Deep Sleep

Should I one day,
In a deep sleep go,
Not to wake up,
Do not grieve over my departure, 
I wished it upon me.

When in despair perhaps,
While in deep sorrow,
You and I never were,
I ran away, yet you still chased.
Nevertheless, I deserve non your emotions.

I perceive peace in my destination,
My present is misled; corrupted!
Then in my absence, don't miss me.
I would not have earned the feeling.

Should I, in a deep sleep go not to wake,
Do not accuse me of my departure.
For even though you,
You knew I wanted peace, in another realm; body.


Understand me then, should the day come.
Six feet under I'll be lain,
A hundred miles you were from me
A hundred miles in life.
Yet my departure,
In all fairness,
I wished upon me.

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I Finally Did

My eyes rolled, searching the ceiling
As if it had some reason to my demise 
Or was it the third dimension I was in?
I finally left your side by the bed

The suits, the dresses, the charms
They sure are expensive,
Made me almost forget why I cooked you diner every night
I finally did pack my suitcase you know

The coffee cup was full
Only this time round, I noticed it was used for tea
But always staring back as if full of Ethiopian coffee 
I finally left your wedding ring on the coffee table.

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Just

Just one day
Just a bit of patience
Just no thoughts of the yesters, 
and the morrows...
Just a little longer
Just this much!
Just this once
Then I will soar like the eagle that I am
And from afar
I will bring with me that which
Is to complete your life
And quench your anger
Just this one day,
Let me sleep knowing, 
In the illusion of my unsteady mind
That I still am the one!