SO I THINK I LIKE HER

[When common friends begin to fall for each other, it's what I call "Emotional ballroom dancing". We all play it. I just happened to be the platform for 'their' dance.]

HIM:

I wish I had it all figured out,

I wish I could say that this is the final product

 and thus it is ready to roll out.

But I can’t!

 and right now,

 I realise that that is NO reason not to say it...

I like her.

HER:

I wonder if he has figured out,

That I wonder if he wonders I do,

But if I work real hard I’ll keep it under wraps,

And will neither give myself up,

Nor deposit a clue,

But God knows my heart knows,

I like him.

HIM:

Falling in love is easy,

Attractive eyes,

beautiful smile

and sweet voice.

Staying in love is the hard bit,

Fights,

 misunderstanding,

compromise and preferences.

But, irrespective of the instances...

 I like her.

HER:

Agony is debating,

There’s no pleasure in waiting,

And what if he’s a bastard in the end?

With no assurance,

And no guarantee,

But risking

My whole heart in

For no other reason,

than that I like him.

HIM:

Well she doesn’t know yet,

So no need to tell her,

We’ll call it our little secret.

From heart to pen to paper,
[whispering...]

I really do like her...

HER:

Well he doesn’t know yet,

So no need to expect him,

I’ll store my feelings at the back,

In a bottle and cork the rim,
[whispering...]

I’ll wait for him.

SOLILOQUY AND DOODLING

(Here is the concept... Add a healthy portion of the creative mind to the free flow of words and what do you get? Soliloquy and doodling... Feel free to add your doodle...)

Soliloquy and doodling is writing without the ‘e’ in ‘th_m_,’
But writing out of the stream of thoughts that shines through,
The fogginess of one’s mind like light beams -Neon blue!
Yet it isn’t as random as it seems,
For it will eventually be revealed and seen
To be like a little luxury every day... so fresh and so clean!

Like Bonga points,
Soliloquy and doodling is set to redeem Written Word air time.
For written word is the crop,
But it is the cream;
The rest are hot water,
But it is the steam!
It’s the stuff that gleams,
When one’s mouthpiece is under layers of rusted weeds.
For when life feels stagnant as though put on freeze,
Words pull out their mittens, marvins and skis
And verbally skate over mental ponds, lakes and seas.
So a round of applause please...
As Soliloquy and Doodling takes a bow, crosses his ‘i’s and dots his ‘t’s!!

SPONTANEOUS.

( I should be working hard for my employer, but I wrote this instead...call this a tea-break!!)

Take the opportunity while you can!
That’s the motto for the year!
This isn’t the same as grab, grab, grab all you can,
It’s more like take the chance, get over your fears.
(weak intro)

Life is like cement,
All its potential is stored in bags.
And nothing constructive happens,
til the bag is ripped to bits,
And discarded in the trash.
(better middle)

Imagine you are a prime number…
Nothing can cut you down.
Divisible only by 1 and yourself.
For all opportunity is given by 1 God,
who is King and crowned,
And life lived by 1 “you”…when? ...RIGHT...NOW.
(reflective finish...lemon face)

PS: the largest prime number has over 12 million digits.

INHALE

(Why do the most beautiful girls keep getting caught up in 1 night stands? This is 'her' story. Pause. Think. Inhale...)

Here we go again.
Tragic aint it?
Nothing to show for it,
Nothing to gain from it.
That’s why it’s tragic aint it?
What a useless routine;
How ridiculously obscene;
But here we are... again.

I hear love is a maiden and lust is a mistress,
So guess where I lie in this case.
Never been a damsel in distress,
With or without my short dress,
His only interest,
Is to have me undressed.
I can see it in his eyes;
The bastard has the fire in mine,
mistaken for being impressed.
But I engage him;
For I have surely entertained much less... much quicker,
shukisha stage, okota next... drain deeper.
Wateja wote...Beba, beba

Pain is alcohol soluble,
So we drink to make the exchange bearable.
Drop another bottle,
flush it with a flash sip.
Mouth to liver to head return trip.
Sweet release... what sweet release!
That’s why this liquor here sells.
Numb the brain cells and the firing of senses,
And the pain is replaced by the ringing of happy bells and dances.

Drink up, drink big!
The art of war and the art of seduction are siblings,
Manipulation and strategy is what they begin with.
Screw your mind and then screw you;
Squeeze you dry and then deny you.
Aint that the truth!!
The truest for sure,
For “trust” is a safe that’s the least secure,
For “trust”, like the titanic, was a ship that should have endured,
But didn't!
Instead it capsized and drowned me in sorrow,
Lazy goodbyes and forgotten tomorrows.

So why do I keep up this stupid appearance?
Like I enjoy being here, like I enjoy doing this?
The crap that it is and the ghosts that come with it;
The pleasure that drops faster than an anvil held back by a paper clip!
A rat race without a finish,
a light in the tunnel that continues to diminish,
And all of a sudden, I'm feeling ashamed and mighty skittish,
Gotta leave, gotta be free,
Gotta bounce, gotta go find me,
For somewhere in between,
I lost the plot,
I must have forgot,
Whom I was doing this for.
I must have ignored,
The loving arms and the sweet embrace;
Of smiles like sunshine;
Of laughter so divine;
Of footsteps that thumped like heartbeats,
As my heart beats.

Enough with the life of longing
Gotta leave, gotta be free,
Gotta bounce, gotta go find me.

MY AUTO-BIOGRAPHY!

My wishlist is expensive,
And therefore like Lloyd,
My bank Rolls Royce
For that Bimma, Benz and Bentley!!
Forward thinkers are known to forge for Fords,
But that’s audacious once you’re in an Audi!

The sauti of a Subaru…is sensual...
And still the best to hear!
The Kia is rubbish,
And the VW is rarely refurbished.
And what about the skwirmish?
i.e. Toyota Vitz!
With its fits of imbalance like a drunkard on stilts!

French minds started wilting;
So take the kudos away from the Peugeot!!

In the 22nd century,
Nomads should roam their Ranges in Rovers,
As they herd their cattle,
Especially their Lambos!
With predators like Jaguars,
You would need an Ascari;
Especially one as Astonished as Martin!!
For a friend for the long-haul,
You’d do well to rely on Vauxhaul.
Church pews would be full of the Pagan i.e-Zonda;
Who’d Corvette the legs of the Lexus!!

As the Pastor pushes for greater exPorsche,
The choir of Chevy, Mustang and Honda,
Would lead the congregants in revs and worship.
Something would be miss’n if it wasn’t for Niss’n!!
And we’d all say kwaheri to the disappearing Ferrari.

I THOUGHT OF YOU!

I THOUGHT OF YOU

(I thought crushes were for kids.... let's go back to primo.)

I thought of you today,
As I sat at my desk I must say,
I knew full well I shouldn’t have,
But like forbidden fruit I couldn’t have,
I found thoughts of you exciting,
Enticing,
A nice thing,
A fudge-cake plus its icing.
So i bargained with ice in all its coolness,
And sugar in its sweetness,
And they couldn’t come close to harness,
Your goodness and great finesse.
And so in gladness I smiled when I thought of you today!

MORE THAN AVERAGE

(A simple thought...)


There must be more....
More to life, more in store,
More than so-called daily life,
More than living like it’s a chore.
Not that “daily” is a bore,
But from my skin’s surface to my inner core,
I know that my fullest,
Can’t be lived with only 1 foot through the door!
I must immerse,
I must completely bathe in hope,
In pushing the envelope,
Of God-given talent.
By desiring perfection,
By being valiant;
By guarding my dreams and passions,
From being snatched with violence,
By my enemies FEAR and FAILURE,
Who intend to confine my potential
To a graveyard >
Unexhibited and unexplored,
Forever inhibited and ignored:
Sorta like dead seaweed on coastal shores;
Dirty rugs on wooden floors;
Expired products on supermarket stores.
What a disaster!
Surely there must be more?
Surely there must be more!!
For greatness isn’t birthed by being average,
But rather by having the courage,
To question status quo,
At all times- from cock’s crow to sunset,
And when dissatisfaction with “ordinary” besets,
Then and only then can we explore:
Just how high can a man soar?
Just how far can a running man go?
For mediocrity is what is left,
When the drive and passion to grow is DEAD.
So let’s not settle for LESS than MORE THAN AVERAGE!

BROKEN AND TIRED (a verse)

[I am broken and I am tired. A sneak peek into my thoughts...]

YOU ARE LORD!

Lord and maybe that’s the point:
And that is more than enough;
That You are LORD.
That You rule;
That You are King and crowned with the finest jewels;
And that realisation is fuel for my praise,
Today and always.
And so says,
This one guy:
6 feet, 70 kgs of bones and flesh,
Desiring that You breathe in him afresh.

I GOT A FEELING...

(You know how you want more but you wonder what 'more' is? When you're just UNSATISFIED!! and there is this feeling that accompanies your unsatisfied state... )

I desire You Lord!
But I don’t desire You for the sake of desire,
Like I’ve desired a cheek-full of fantastic food,
No!
I desire You Lord because...
I need You.
More than my next breath,
More than wealth,
I desire You to the point of smiling at death!
Because all that means,
Is I get... to get closer... to You.
I get to bath in the radiant rays of the Glory of Your FACE!
But just in case,
Lord You didn’t know,
I'm speaking bout You!!
For my life in the absence of You is a Treasure hunt without clues...
And NO TREASURE!
It’s a beautiful field with running streams,
But marked NO TRESSPASS!!
And cordoned off,
With a line of
Police, troops, guards, marker objects, cords and tape!
It’s useless!!
Of less use,
Than a laptop whose hard disk is a cake of mud!
That’s insane and I shudder
At the thought!
Yet;
That’s what I do every time I attempt,
To blot Your name from the #1 spot!
I desire You Lord!
But I don’t desire You for the sake of desire,
No!
I desire You Lord because...
I need You!

PICTURE POETRY ft JOe@FRONTLIGHT

(This is a remix of a fantastic old post )

(Allow me to make a bold statement here...)
LOVE IS INCONVENIENT!!!
If it was up to me,
See,
I would have let go,
A long time ago.
Because never before,
Have I experienced anything so...
Out of my way,
So... inconvenient,
So... exhausting,
With the longing,
And the patience,
When defiance,
Would be a much better approach,
A better way to handle,
The tears,
And the pain.
I’d rather claim,
Irreconcilable emotional differences,
And Usain Bolt,
Straight out the door,
And ignore all;
Than to continue,
On this path-
With its fears,
And nothing to hold onto,
But a dream...
And a promise...
And a fond memory,
Of what the grand picture is meant to be.



A beautiful night sky of stars and moonlight,
Was the theme;
A cloudy moonless night,
Is what we were dealt.




And even as I fight not to let this,
Overwhelm my senses,
I have often thought this “LOVE” thing senseless,
And gross in its entirety!
That’s why I thank God,
That the salvation of humanity,
Rested on another,
And not me.
For love is inconvenient,
And must be unconditional,
Or it isn’t love at all.

WHAT IF?

(Just thinking...what if nobody ever appreciated anything you did...?)

What if I never receive another round of applause?
Would I completely give up the cause?
Would I retire my pen and paper,
Into the archives of my memory
Under the section labeled ‘WHAT ONCE WAS’?
Would I sit down and reminisce
On the days when I had it?
When my words could sway solemn hearts into excitement,
When they could calm stormy waters within souls,
Culminating in an uproar of hand-claps,
Whistles and cheers.
What if today... they jeer?
What if today... I'm not hot?
And I perceive,
That every word passes without conceiving a single thought;
And my words just sit and rot
On supermarket shelves,
Like lost stock?
WHAT IF?

WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS?

This is a massive digression from poetry....

WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WORDS?
(Just a thought....)

The premise upon which I will begin and also the point I hope to pass across is that LANGUAGE/ WORDS IS A GOD-THING!!

From scripture here are my deductions:

• God was there in the beginning (Genesis 1:1) and therefore everything that we have is a direct consequence of Him being there before us, for He precedes us;
• God spoke all of creation into existence. The Bible records, “...then God said...
• God then formed man with the earth, “...Let us make human beings in our image, to be like ourselves...” breathed life into him then placed Him in the garden.
• Now God would engage man in conversation in the garden, “When the cool evening breezes were blowing, the man and his wife heard the Lord God walking about in the garden...”(Genesis 3:8). But what language did they speak?
• Human speech development tells us that babies learn language by listening and imitation. So is it farfetched to believe that Adam listened and imitated GOD as they had their conversations in the garden?
• GOD taught Adam HIS language and thus language isn’t a man-thing.
• As a matter of fact therefore, all tribes and nations and people across the face of the entire earth, (from Indonesia to Madagascar to some local dialect in the Mexico, to sheng’ in Dandora) speak 1 language = THE LANGUAGE OF GOD!!
• Thus God tells us to be careful what we say with our mouths; to what we profess and to the content of our conversations, for we speak HIS language, not our own!! And this is His instruction;
Ephesians 4:29 Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your WORDS will be an encouragement to those who hear them.
• Jesus Christ was described as “The Word” that was with God and was God. But why? Because as Simon Peter rightly put it when Christ asked the 12 disciples, “Are you also going to leave?”(John 6:66), Simon said, “Lord, to whom would we go? You have the WORDS that give eternal life.”
• Have a new perspective when it comes to what you speak!! Your WORDS.... are really HIS WORDS.

Disagree with me please!! Correct me if I’ve erred!!

SEX IN MY CITY

(Is sex truly under the Lordship of Christ?)

1 Corinthians 6:13'
"Now the body is not for fornication,
But for the Lord;
And the Lord for the body."

What is the significance of this?

SCARLET SIGNATURE (Part 1)

(Ever wondered how it is possible for professing Christians (aka ME!)to practise corruption or dabble in fortune telling or sex-outside-marriage, despite the fact that they KNOW all these to be wrong? This piece is about my own spell of doubt and dissatisfaction.)

PRELUDE:
The devil walks around with a six-pack!!
But His isn’t from exercise!
His is inspired
by lust, greed, hate, envy, gluttony and telling lies!
So YOU need to exercise;
Sit up, in your seat in God’s service,
Let Him open up your heart,
Let Him open up your eyes.

******************************

See, my Jesus is old-fashioned,
Banal even.
He still desires purity, obedience and sacrifice
And that wont pass
Not in this day and age!
Not with the current desire for freedom,
Not with the current laxity and comfort,
Ah NEVER!!
However,
Some of the antiques,
We wouldn’t mind as perks to this "Jesus-vibe".
We all love the mercy;
We all implore the grace;
We all crave the blessings
to the end of our days.
But that’s about as far as we want to go... that way!
Anything more,
would be too demanding,
Hell no!!
That’s too vieux jeu,(and that’s French!!)
It’s too outmoded, too démodé!

Surely my Jesus can get with the times!?
All He has to do is forget the outdated clauses,
Clear out the closet,
Spot skinnies, instead of polka dot blouses;
Get this: for the fabric of purity and discipline is so time-worn,
that like a worn-out garment, it’s barely thread-bare!
Meaning that purity and discipline, like a FLAME for your ex,
Needs to be EXTINGUISHED!!
For they’re now inconsequential,
Barely essential,
Distant and dissonant,
Not in accord;
Completely out of consonance,
Like playing different chords!!

Surely my Jesus can be sensitive...
Sensitive and susceptible...
Susceptible to circumstance...
Surely my Jesus can understand?
Surely?

REALLY?

CLOBBERED BY PRECIPITATE!!

(I thank God for the rain that been pelting down in Nairobi and elsewhere in the country. It was becoming expensive to wash each of my jeans after just one wash!! pheeeew... But what violence it has?! Based on a true story! LOL!)

The rain tried to maul me today!!!
It tried and tried to disfigure my face.
This was no usual wet embrace,
But rather the deluge of pluvial primal fury!

It passed a sentence of punishment
Without consulting a jury!
It sent a gust of wind
to whiplash my left cheek into submission,
Then rained hailstones,
the size of golf balls
Without an ounce of hesitation.
It then abruptly changed assault;
And tried to poke out my eyes,
With small leaves and tiny twigs
From the branches by my side.

But even then it wasn’t satisfied...
It commanded its army of droplets
50 million strong,
To assemble in a puddle before me, about as wide as it was long.
I could neither move forward nor retreat
Unlike a beatdown by a bully,
This was the bully getting beatdown!

With this particular barrage
Of what felt like mixed martial arts,
I MUST admit infact,
That I did indeed, concede defeat.

SWEET SIN II: DESPAIR

(So here i was thinking...what is my general attitude when I think I've strayed beyond the reach of Him who is able to rescue me? Answer: i despair...)

Despair,
Is like dormant destruction
In that it seeks to make a permanent domicile
Deep down in your spirit;
Making your circumstance a dungeon
From which you cannot dig out of.

For it deceivingly
Magnifies the difficulty
Of the situation indeed
And the solution it offers is to sit and sulk all day.
For despair is dark indoctrination
That offers a PhD in DOING NOTHING!
It spreads like a disease,
Dissolving all will to live,
Promising nothing but demise;
But don’t fall for this deception
For despair is a distraction,
A ploy of the devil
To derail our dreams.
For though often we may trip and drop
And we gather some dirt,
And it seems impossible to brush off the dust,
Duel on!
For despair isn’t our destiny.

SWEET SIN

(it wouldn't be so hard to give up if it wasn't so sweet!)

SWEET SIN

I have an affinity for sugar

And it so happens that my sin is sweet.

When its done

All I'm left with is a desire for more,

As I lick my lips.

For scripture lay it out,

‘For that which I do, I allow not,

For what I would, that I do not,

But what I hate, that I do.’

And so do I!

Yet the sin in its sweetness

Has sanctioned spiritual decay.

It begins as a chipping away

Of my spiritual resistance,

For instance,

My ability

To say no to sin and have the devil flee from me.

It graduates into a throbbing pain,

That thrashes away

Like a madman enraged.

At this juncture sin seems too costly to sustain

Yet steep in sin I stay!

Moving on from pain

To spiritual numbness,

Characterised by gross indifference

To the matters that matter to God!

Like souls being sold for gold,

Penniless widows thrown out into the cold,

Neglect and abandon of our elderly and old;

And yet I boldly

Claim to be one of His own,

Having Him exalted and enthroned,

In my life!

But I lie!

Because in my eyes,

My sin is sweet

And has me licking my lips!