She was dragged in a world unknown to her
a cold state of affairs, where raids faired
as the sails scattered her into deep seas
where her scarred elbows remain affixed
giving way to her erratic misunderstood tongue

She was drugged in a demonic contoured pond
pinned and trodden on hills vast
by and by, she pulled from the mire
unclouded and in great disbelief
as she sat on the wealth of found hope

She is cautious but yet open and forgiving
as she watches the world become a jungle
a playfield of where the good balances bad
such a tainted state of existence irrefutable
such a fainted slate of being inexcusable

The skin matted on ebony surfaces
with exotic sleek and silk
slowed with gestures of pleasure
as it's summoned with prejudice
as if a sermon  for the caviler
her taste of melanin
uncovers the beauty beneath
as the rise of her sound is silenced
she fights and redeems her ivory
her womb of linoleum complex
as if a puzzle delicate and challenging
yet in her eyes has seen it all
and her ears blabbered with insults
vile terms, expectations and consideration
unappreciated by its own seed
and then placed in a corner
ohh that palace of malice unconquered
exploited, discriminated and disused  
watch her rise in the lens of her mind
as she bears the weight of the world

Life is beyond love
unexplainable and precious
It reels and teaches to reach
beyond the ventured places
within unreachable words
created deeply within
rooted and seeded without

Love is beyond life
a melt of you, me and the us
built as a new blessed being
as secure magnets assured
traced with a repainted wind
one swift and brand new
as it delivers from the pains

The greater meaningfulness
of mere faith in the universe
and a greater zeal of admiration
created with seasons of plentiful
living in seams of appreciation
catered within the newness
truly leased to leashed wheels

Poetry is my best friend
the rainbow that spins
words that raise and mend
It’s my life story retold
a lover that caresses
a primer to the dents

Well... it’s always been
as mama talks and shows
the depths of my child journal
were memories are a star
a companion to a recluse
a whisper that sustains

Poetry has fixed a soul
one that was locked in rocks
restless and manipulated
courageous and guided
‘tis now it ignites reverently
leading me to places unknown

You bring a fire unexplainable
in burning words that blow
the inextinguishable simmers
and as I lay on my childhood bed
dallying the unexpected tunes
tones that can never set me free
neither radiate the hope to have

You make me watch the shadows
follow their mellow patterned vibes
as the sky shelters in its light
rightly when loves zooms in and out
so untouchable and unreachable
blinded as the judges disagree
numbed by the passing wind

Goodbye all my past lovers
few to count in fainted dreams
as the hymns lay forgotten in graves
no more nights or treason to vision
neither times of love to harvest
as thunders and currents of pain
dissipate and are drawn to a close

As slow jam shatters
at the heart of Nairobi
staring gently at the sunset
those luminescence amber sheds
hues of a missed whisper
searching for stories to narrate
as if stars were standing ordained
Inside the jungle of aliveness

As the city hums psalms so diverse
beating the ever chilled drums
melodies that disintegrate noise
those that music penetrates and contests
in the shades of a stained glass
where octaves ape each other
as if a clown so so drowned

As the night-lifers awake in haste
inward processing is a forever
sat at the zone of introversion
as those dreams embrace in zest
rocking as the locals sway merged
merrier and encased in my remedies
making circles and arches end on end
within the reformed reforms that overlap

Whispering....... “ It will always be like this... calmed inside introversion. If you let loneliness ****, it will succumb the light and suffocate. Be true to yourself and never beg at the throne of the devil’s gate wanting to be a mirror of an illusion; seeking for redemption”

Turn around as the moments pause
as fullstops escape a rooted fool
watching the admiration melt
those words that flow to silence
from a ****** to the verified meanders
every time now and again the bitter taste
acclimatise the altitude of my brains
far beyond any bearable responses
of the tiny tiny teases and leases

The rope is stricken in handheld tickets
roaring as the rocket of emotions pocket
sirens picket setting the rotten resistance
one that is quieter than the quiet quoted
as the phrases evaporate in misty clouds
remnants of sweetness decant unknown
the pace slows and the taste envenom
painting the blues in a pungent smile