NEWNESS

Here is to 2nd chances.

NEWNESS

God says:

I am the Weaver of Life and so I sew together Adam and Eve,

These were created to be partakers with me;

But in exercising free will,

They flirted with the serpent and departed from MY will;

I tumbled them out of my garden, like Jack and Jill down the hill.

But they were still my children so I blessed their union with Abel and Cain,

Only for jealousy to consume Cain completely,

Killing his brother discretely, CSI Miami.

And as men multiplied, evil multiplied with them,

And so I lined the earth with harpic, and flushed the system.

To my own I called Noah, the connoisseur of species.

I abruptly summoned Abram to leave Haran, changed his name to Abraham the Father of nations,

And out of that lineage came Joseph, the techni-colour coatist,

Moses, the murderer, whom of Israelite slavery ,I used as an abolitionist,

Yet for forty years I Tokyo drifted my people in the desert because they were fast at making me furious,

Until a generation passed and I brought them into the Promised Land.

1200 years later,

My people were still in need of a Saviour;

Someone who would deliver them like a baby after a mother’s labour.

His qualifications would have to be- righteous, spotless, holy and obedient;

He would not only settle the matter, but for future generations of mankind, He would be the precedent.

His name is Jesus!!

Man says:

Righteous for the unrighteous - Jesus!!

Holy for the unholy – Jesus!!

Royalty for a worm like me – Jesus!!

When I pause and consider my life reflected,

You have done too much for me to stand here, calm and collected;

You have saved me from the slaughter, from the fire and now I’m connected;

I was destined for hell and enslaved to sin and my status read, “REJECTED!!”

Infected!! Without a chance of getting to heaven, dejected!!

But your love was after my heart and my pulse it detected,

And though my sin objected,

My heart of stone was melted;

You drew me to You as your own, your selected.

And Calvary?

Yes Calvary!!

My past, present and future met in that instant!!

My past sin washed clean by Your present sacrifice to secure my future inheritance!!

Now that’s what you call deliverance!

And as the river runs within its banks,

You call me to walk guarded within Your arms;

God says:

Look through my Word, look into my intents.

I purchased you from the contract of death to a contract of life, new terms;

Love me and let me demonstrate my love for you,

Live for me and I will cause life to bud in you.

Be reconciled to you King and the keys to the Kingdom will be freely given to you.

New love, new life, new terms.

Man says:

What have I done to deserve such favour;

That a God who would be justified to hammer me with penalties

Would instead elect to waiver?

I can only approach such a God thus:

I will love You;

I will serve You;

I will humble myself, bow down before You;

Would the passion of my heart be aligned to the Purpose of Yours!!

Make no mistake!

My resolve is firm, no Harlem can shake!!

I APOLOGIZE FOR ME

Hey,

So my last post was mid last year? (Shame on me!!) Been in the wilderness of math.

This is my first crack at Pantoum. Note the repeating lines throughout the piece. 

Try it!!

I APOLOGIZE FOR ME

Watch this message that I weave,

I think it’s clever and smart,

I can’t offer you any reprieve,

But I can begin right from the start.

I think it’s clever and smart,

To admit when one is wrong,

But I can begin right from the start,

Apologizing for my sins hidden so long.

To admit when one is wrong,

Is this the beginning of release?

Apologizing for my sins hidden so long,

This frees the soul and kills the beast.

Is this the beginning of release?

I can’t offer you any reprieve,

This frees the soul and kills the beast,

Watch this message that I weave.

PAIN

*Wrote this for a concert in May this year. It was meant to vocalise a guy's hurt. Ever felt like life's punching bag? Like everything in the universe is out to get you? Have you ever felt....

PAIN

I'm lost in lust and party with pictures of porn,


So there….JUDGE ME!!

I can’t stand the sound of silence,

The guilt, like the titanic, is too grande to ignore,

And so I decide to drown it in drink!

And so I drink up and drink big

-Internationale!

Russian Vodka!

French wine

Japanese saki,

American whiskey,

And they all leave me---lifted...but later

Wasted, deflated, destroyed.

Pissed off, angry, annoyed!!

And so I sink deeper, eager,

Drowning and already submerged ego.



I look at what I have,

And it just won’t/ doesn’t cut it!

Or come close to nearly being enough,

Still living under mum’s roof!

Really? That’s rough!

How will I find my independent woman,

When I’m still a dependent man?

And my bank balance reads five thousand?

This doesn’t fell fair,

I'm here laid bare,

Virtually naked!

While you sit and stare!

You can’t help me!!

Unless you can make me Steve Job’s heir.



So would you blame me for the pain?

For hating

A far-flung and forgotten father figure

An absent anomaly,

A man who was never around.

A man who said ‘Peace’,

Got lost and was never found.

If he ever did showed,

I’d .... you don’t want to know...

But don’t give me those eyes of pity,

Like ‘Oh poor him,’

You don’t know me!!

Your understanding of it all, is at best... really slim.

FOUND FILTHY

Preface:

It is very easy to get caught up in the daily routines and forget what it’s like to live a little. I recently had the opportunity to visit Ole Kasasi.

This is partly inspired by everything I took in. But it only crystallised when I sat quietly.

Preface II:

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but with God, everything you behold IS His beauty.

Making my life count for God’s fame and renown…

FOUND FILTHY

He desires a lifestyle that brings nothing but glory to Him,

His name is Elohim,

And I’m just another man,

A son of Adam.

He knows I have nothing to offer,

His renown should be all I’m after.

His fame should be my purpose,

My life His resource.

A light for this generation,

Inadequate and insecure…

That’s an accurate self-description.

Plagued by doubt,

Chasing my tail as if it can tell me what I’m about.

Unsettled by inactivity,

My faith a tiny ray,

Through an even tinier cavity.

Lord, are You there?

And do You hear?

I can’t seem to tune in...

Interference when I listen in...

It’s all static!

In fact it

Feels like I don’t have the frequency.

[Or is it me?]

I rack my brain,

Searching for truths about You.

You don’t expect me to know it all,

For I wouldn’t trust You for it all.

In my emptiness,

This vessel can only be filled by Your fragrance,

Your freshness.

How?

Through time spent with You

A cool hill top breeze.

But why?

[Pause]

And now I get it...

All You ever wanted,

Was time spent with me…

Yes…time spent with me…

…Me?

[eyes water]

I don’t think You get it…

Why me?

... so filthy…

A floor rug that You embrace to Your face.

Do you get it?

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.