I know now we are two men in the house,
My young lad now knows his position,
he plays into his new and permanent role,
A man he has become.

As he is burying his emotions,
As he is mantaining calm, in face of internal turmoils,
As he gasps and smiles hiding his pains,
Tears can't avoid but to stream on his chubby cheeks,
As my boy transitions into a man.

On catching sight of me, i see the brightening of his eyes,
As i draw near, i hear the joyful shrill of his voice.
As i shake his hand, am met by a warm embrace.
As my boy turns into a man.

I look into thy eyes, i see my past,
I see my unwrought ore,
I see a bud, about to bloom.
I see the sunshine after the gloom.
I see my boy turn to a man.

The beauty of the flower is by it remaining in the stalk. The beauty of the sun is in the midday when its in the sky. The gorgeousness of the night is the presence the moon and the stars. The goodness of telegram is knowing, that I will find you or your msgs. The goodness of friendship is in predictability and acknowledgement of your predictability.
Thanks dear friend

am just fantasising about you, your sweet body, those ***** sweet kisses. The heart warming sensual moans as our bodies rock, and I slide into that sweet honeypot.

I can still feel the tremors of pleasure as I go deeper and deeper into you. I Love the smell our sticky bodies as we wash each other with our body juices.

My bedroom mistress, I yearn to learn more from your wealth of the act. You are an artist and I wish to be your apprentice. Teach me, let me do the practicals. Grade me, but let me have retakes.

Let me scoop the honey,
let me lick every drop,
Let me get drunk,
Allow me to savour the life dregs,

Let my fingers play the fiddle,
Let me sing and waltz to the rhythm,
Let me strike the notes in crescendo,
Allow me to drown in the melody.

Our song will have no words,
The music will not be meant for more than a pair of ears.
In our studio of five by six,
We will edit and launch our album,
And on our memory wall it will hang,
As the best platinum album of 2019.

As I lay on my bed I feared the blankets would suffocate me. I swallowed hard and the saliva almost choked me. My nostrils burnt as I laboured to breath, the chest like an IUD about to explored in heavey breath. I gasp, opened my mouth, as dry a  bones of chelbi. My hands fell beside me, my eyes pooped out of their socket, blood shot.
Dread fell on me like the morning dew, hard unexpected and thoroughly cold. My ears heard dins, silent sounds of death.
I knew it was back, having taken its last harvest, it roamed around as it looked through its list. A cold sweat broke out a silent grunt heard, a scuffle in a meadow, and a body drop as the grim, collect its latest prize.
Morning was greeted with mourning as a son of the soil, hit down and ate the dust.

The meeting.
We toyed with the idea,
Non injurious jabs we threw at each other,
Harmless winks, innocent laughters, truly uplifting.
A date in a swamp, sugarcane mangoes made the day.

Her mind was like a shopping mall,
Great ideas apon shelves of greater ideas.
Clarity of vision her demeanor,
As bright as her lovely eyes.
Purpose and intent clear,
mirrored by her gorgeous lips on a perfect face.
From her recess of thoughts came forth money makers.
Like an architect blue print, and  with steps of execution.
Arithmetics simplified, foggy haze cleared.
Truly I saw a  star 🌟 during the meeting.

Like rain it makes them grow, just simple feelings to torrents.
Like a small breeze, brushing on the surface, they change the calm emotional ocean into a death trap for the poor thinker.
Like a match stick, lit to a can of perfume, the stink of ******  smell raises as it brought to a thunderous explosion.
The ravernous bear, calmed, the harmless cat made a killer, all by simple them

They can't be touched, no evidence seen, only aftermath, a horrid trail of destruction,
Of mountains trampled, of volcanoes quenched, of seas dried, and of desers made gardens,
all due to syllables joined together, words

She became what she willed,
I stood by her, made her be.
Her new plant grew,
In strength it flourished.
Leafy green it be, big canopy it had.

It became priority, covering all of us
Our other plants began to wilt,
Her was shading ours.
It took all our water and minerals.
Leaving weak crops in a field.

To survive we have to divert our water.
We have to horde our minerals,
Least other crops dry, to the big tree
The blue gum was destroying us.

I will hide the water from the farmer,
My water is for the other crops,
I will water my crops in secret,
Not let the big tree absorb it.

The farmer, and his family aren't talking.
The farmer feels unsupported,
The aide feels over exploited.
Months are going, the cracks widens
The rift deepens, reasources hidden
Will they survive the gully?

Would you rather illuminate a room for days on like a candle, or for a split of a second release all your light and light up the whole valley like  lightening.
Its battle of consistency and baby steps, or breaking rules norms and doing giants leaps
Is it candles or lightening

Am just an ordinary man, whose lows bring down your highs
a true man of soil, who was trained that sorry is an expensive word
a **** of life, a novice in matters of heart and feelings.
I acknowledge my faults and my crevices of character,
all in all my pride rides me down
hope that my dear wife you will understand.

just as a kite tries  to fly without wind,
I feel me disconnected from you as a flash of lightening so quiet without thunder, totally unreal.
before you i thought my self complete,
in my ignorance I felt okay
now  you have come n am jolly, n my alphabet totally complete
hope that my dear wife you know

as days are growing red and grey,
and the cares of life n pressure mount up
if I appear distracted an unresponsive,
giving monosyllabic answers n wearing a grim face,
it's not you my sweet wonderful love
am just dealing with the rawness of life n all that it might and has thrown at me
hope that my dear wife now you know

my hope is that long life n great health be the gift given us by Almighty
an in my endeavors hope at least to meet your life long desires
and in my fulfillment you shall find your contentment
where every evening we shall celebrate with laughter n glowing of our hearts.
in my hope I wishes that my dear wife our journey through life shall accord us more sweet memories

I may not be sure, that my fragments are parts of you
I know your mother is a solid woman,
She is fine like seasoned wine,
Taste sweet like honey of acacia flowers,
Her ambience of true dignity,
Great keeper of secrets, I know she makes others seems a mature.

Walk tall son for truly you are born,
Other feel.inadequate of their parents ,
But to you though born in a strange circumstance are more hair of the land as any other.
Make me proud son, let your mother sigh with joy,
Let her ***** be youthfull at the sight of the joy of her youth, the fruit of her womb.

Exaggeration is another term to spell out the truth, when we microscope our events. We find the things which make us tick. Like a clock work that keeps time irrespective of the presence or absence of sunlight, so are our feelings for one another. In darkness in blurriness of form, in our misty absence and clear presence. We find each other like a sailor, in a  stormy sea, our hearts point in the right direction our true north.

I was smelling the flowers, the scent so rich,
my fingers trembled,
as I caressed the delicate petal.
each piece meticulously placed,
each so delicate,
their colors wooed me, and...
just as my nose got its waft of the aroma,
a sharp pain brought me back to my senses,
that all beauty has in it ugliness.
the bee had its own agenda, mine was also different
but our urges were fulfilled by one, sweet flower.

Human beings are called beings coz we chose what to be,
Above our animal instincts above our craving s, above our abhors and likes, we got reason we got a mind.

Our ability to think and reason liberates us, and XD in life.
Our overthinking makes us simulate situations that could be but arent.

We tend at times to focus see the unseen and fear the unreal.

At times just be...

I still remember your taste, i remember your hunger and my thirst for you, i can taste your lips my mind replays your moans. You in my hands were like clay, you concorted into forms and angles only  a seasoned theater artist would. Like spaghetti i slipped with grip of anaconda you squeezed me. Instead of suffocating me you held my breath, you moved hips in tandem and you rythm super.

who wears a cowrie shell on her locks,
She whom eyes sparkle in the morning sun,
She whom sky clears at her smile,
She whom is calm and tranquil as lake Ellis.
  Her walk like a brazen gazelle,
Her statute an inspiration to sculptors,
Her voice an invite for collabos.
Looking deeper into her brown eyes,
You acknowledge the fire beneath the surface,
A feverent lover, clothed in attire of a fairly.
She appears meek and calm, but one taste of her you become an addict,
She is a sweet poison, an   angel with a Midas touch,
She will leave you thirsting for more,
Coz her love so sweet, you cant get enough

We are cool like clouds, as when we near each other we thunder and the lightening we produce illuminate. We are like the olive branches at the sent of summer we bloom and pale the days of non flowering. We are the masinga dam, when we over flow even the strong houses nearby have to give way to our mighty flood.

Let be free,
free to air our thoughts
free to make mistakes,
Free to avoid guilt and self hate,

But above all,  lets be slaves of hope.
Hope that our tomorrow, will be better than the past.
Hope that we are expecting better,
Hope that a smile today will lead to laughter tomorrow.

What is friendship if it's just for PR,  what kind of friendship  if am a Prop. If your worst  you keep and your best you share,  then am just a cover friend,  ribbon to be seen and not a bolt to tighten.                                         Melon kind of friendship,  a political type of relation.  It's not for colleagues. Let our boundaries be marked level be known. Am just toe deep but you treat me as shoulder deep.  Now am weary  careful and dreadful.  We know and av known.  My status as know.

as we match along side by side,
as we tag along this life's trek.
we are armed ready to fight,
we are harmed by many a sight
a we soldier on towards triumph.

as we step out ready to battle,
each day is a new tire ,
we are torn, tired and weak
from unending beatings of each day  of the week
we still push on soldering forward.

in our quest in our war, all torn bruised and boiled
we can't belittle the other, cause our main aim is to survive
no stronger or weaker, today i take a beat tomorrow a breather
this wars will never whether, until in a box we linger
soldering on till it all ends.

some chants others cry,
some clap others stamp
cheers of victory jeers of shame
a beautiful banquet we are  given
soldering on till death makes us stop.

You let me down.
It was your wish
A great longing from deep within. A fantacy an idea your idea, but in its execution you let me down.

I was silent just enjoying my grand thoughts. Some nice n other little ***** and like a bombshell you said it.
You let me down

Just out of the blues, you dropped it like an eighteen ton scad.
Just like that you said, you no longer require it. And put it that , I couldn't finance it. You truly put me down.

You belittled my effort, made me feel in worthy. You made me gwarky and a little blob.
Almost felt like a wart on the beautiful face of you, you truly let me down.
Let the shaver glory in reduction and let the farmer glory in growth. All are seasons and reasons in life.