Everyone can afford dreams
But I was the biggest shopper
Shoving condos and benzes into my cart
No cashier at the exit to demand payment

I picked lavish expensive charms
Had no worries about pennies
Everything was costless
Blessings from the gods

I was younger then I grew a little older
I kept shopping for expensive dreams
With time I encountered little snags
I couldnt get out of the mall with my immense goods

So I bargained with my conscience
Drop this and pick that
What was lighter I thought was better
So I chose those that were easier

Years went by and I learnt lessons little by little
A sister had shopped for the Whitehouse
And arrived home with a highschool
The question is can you carry what you pick?

A friend had shopped for the most
Yet arrived home with the least
So I selected the lightest
But when I packed, my car wouldn't budge

I further reduced my pricey costless goods
Albeit grudgingly,promising myself
I would come back for them
But **** there are no second rounds

As I grew older and older
I found myself driving home
With only a few of those costless goods
They were not even the biggest and priciest

They were what I could carry
Every time I stop by that dream shop
To do some window shopping
And say I wish

Time and time again I have created characters storywise
Moved every pawn and remained impervious
Royals and peasants alike
Gave them happiness
or sadness
But who owned my story?

When the chill of the night silenced churpy crickets
And the moon waned its light
I climbed a somber shiplet
And travelled realms in search for a magic quill

A moment in life I had written a story
40 minutes changed a lifetime
Little did I know it was my own story
That put me on a risky course
To ward off my woes

Battling the monster sea creatures
Hanging on prophetic scriptures
Every choice was ever so treacherous

All for an enchanted pen
To undo the pain
Rewrite the losers so they can win
And a low life may be queen

A journey through different worlds
Marred by dangers of all kinds
Unveiled treasures
hidden in dark secret places, but no magic quill

One of the treasures was understanding
Understanding that
I am the formidable villain in my stories
But also the greatest hero revered in the scripts

and when the red sun sets in the west
And morning stars come out at dawn
I have the power to change the tune of my life
I am the enchanted quill

How my roots reached deep  i dont  understand,
Just a dip of the finger in honey was once
Then twice to hundreds of times,
I feel the thing taking over like a master sometimes
This aint honey any more
Now i feel im done, not defeated you know
Im done of my afflictions to this addiction
Time was true to my conviction before  accusation,
Many days waiting for the planetary alignment
A single focus was after enlightment ,
the light to the darkness was my endowment,
Evade its craving and fate of the cascate as the beast chuckles on the feast
Enraged i clench my fist,
tragic loves and terrible betrayals its taste
The missed flights and broken plans
Judge not lest you be judged,
The beast in me demanding to be fed
What it asks is unnatural and weird,
Pushed a catholic  for pork on lent
All my days fighting i spent
Sometimes i win this fight sometimes i lose to its palate,
thinning my wallet
But now am wise and i realise,
What am i even fighting for,
I call the shots  and therefore,
The beast imma lock him up in darkness for ever,
The might of the conscious is bigger
Imma tap just to a quarter
Replace this bad habit and tell the devil to kiss my ***

The Knight of faith
EYE TO EYE WITH THE DEVIL
THE WORLD SHUT AWAY
FISTS CLENCHING IN MENACE
A FURNACE  OF SMOLDERING SULPHER
MY MISSION TO ACCOMPLISH
SO  OTHERS CANNOT SUFFER
A CHILD OFFERED TO THE MONSTER
**** OR BE KILLED THE KING DID NOT BOTHER
NO SOUL EVER RETURNS AFTER
- THE LAST VAULT OF THE DUNGEON IS SEALED.
HOPE IS MY BEST FRIEND
UNTIL MAYBE IM SKULL AND BONES
AND THE GODS SEND THE RAINS

ONE THING I KNOW FOR SURE
IM NOT READY YET TO DIE

THE CREATURE  ADVANCES AND ROARS
A VOICE WHISPERS YOU ARE NOT  LIKE THE OTHERS
MY HEART POUNDS ,I STAND MY GROUND.

The magic of Music ,
The gospel hallelujahs,
Nostalgias of lost lovers,
Captured in notes and stanzas,
It is Companion to the lone traveller on his own,
Strangers from every corner,
music is for  all.
The faith in it the love the fear the regret ,
Adds beauty to the universe,
The morning birds' acapellas,
The soprano of the wind,
The beauty of mans beat's
Distinguished from all beasts,
Every note heavy with memories of past and hopes of future,
The art meant for the heart is music,
altering monotones and sorrows,
Giving hope for tommorrow,
An endowment of ages, for rayals and sages,
As it rises from within the quiet of the conscience,
Defeating explanations of science,
How it sparks chemistry is alchemy,
Down through history
A lovers afrodisiac,  
A trusted sedative through pain,
Meditative,it lives and breaths,
A beat ,an art, a beauty,

Now read from bottom to top.

When the wind blows and ocean tides,
When the night falls and the bat flies,
The light of the moon on the dark skies
The evening bird cooes praise
for The One who provides the grains,
And all races  His grace,
No one has seen His face,
Since the beginning of days
Days in their thousands and ones
Every being takes in His breath,
All united in destiny,
To cohabit and coexist,
One for the other

She glides across the sky at dawn
To come light up my night with her golden glimmer
Her nourising words heal my hurt
As the warm stanzas wrap around my heart

I love the way she sculpts the words
Carving me poetic wings
We mound the winds and chase after happiness
Across the early morning sky

One day I hope
My verses will find her lyrical womb
And make her pregnant with a dozen suns
To rein over the dark realms forevermore

She loved the place ,
She approached the dais,
Went on her knees,
the Lord to appease,

Old angels graffiti on walls,
Burning Candles ,
Sweet smelling incense,
Mama prayed,

She wanted success,
She prayed for peace,
We were such a mess,
But she lit up on her face,

Days on end,
Incantations would never end,
Hailing God,
Our lives to amend

Mama please...
How long?
'A day will come...
we will be alright'
She prayed for long,

Images staring in benevolence,
Faces with same old expressions ;
mosaic long beards
candles burning yellow

No miraculous quails
she prayed for days
"Arent you tired of this?"
But she lit up on her face...

Like she knew something i didn't
Maybe she had made a covenant
She was just exuberant

she spent each day like lent,
We didnt afford rent,
we were worth few cents,
So friends just went-

away from a lonely believer,
With a God of many followers,
None wanted borrowers,
Mysery for us,

From 9th to 1st,
None would fast,
But she loved and cared for us,
Every night she would say
'A day will come,'

Days and years went by,
Many struggles we lived by,
devil courting day by day,
Offering alot for souls to buy,

      'Stick to your faith'
        'Tell  the truth'
         'place God fast'
          She taught,

Underneath the trees,
As i watched the skys,
In those drought days,
I spotted  feathery clouds,

Light showers,
To storms and hails ,
Of everything she had prayed for,
Came down,

He answered,
The prayers of Mama

In the lands yonder
Beyond the thrones of Europe
and the bustle of the West

There is a land
It is quiet and peaceful
The sun shines everyday
The people are black

In the lands yonder
Beyond the industrial buzz and dense smoke
There are a peaceful people in a land

Its rivers traverse the lands
From one end to the other
Its waterfalls are wondrous
Its caves adventurous

There is the land
Whose people dont worry
Their simplicity is baffling
They never hurry

There is the land
Whose people sit on gold mines and diamonds unexploited
There is more to life for these people

From days of old
They understood the balance of nature
Before Carl's nomenclature

In the lands yonder
Snow caps mountain tops
Elephants and Buffalloes run the Savannahs
Wildebeests migrate in wonder
In the lands yonder

The birds sing in hapiness
The lions roar in jungles
The lands are rich
The peoples cultures are rich too

They were once thought dunders
Plans were made to invade and plunder
Those were the worst blunders

They fought for equality
They fought for their rights
Adowa 1896
Apartheid 1994
MauMau 1954, and more
They died for their land

This is the land of peace
This is the land of wealth
And nature's bounty
This is Africa

My heart beats to the rhythm,
It dances like a butterfly,
In tge glimmering glory of His love
Which flows like a waterfall from above

Oceans way from home,
My destination lost in the hazy horizons,
Engulfed in loneliness I still find peace,
My mountain of hope and belief still stands

The beat of His love makes my heart dance
A song of hope even in blues
I feel revivified like drenched leaves
After a midsummer rain

And I forget all the pain
I soar and dive like ocean tides
In the golden sunrise
When He commands dark storms to be still

Nothing can bring me down
To His name only I bow
He's the stringer of this song called life
The pianist who makes my heart to dance

Lonely man...lonely soul
Keeps to himself a world of solitude
A world of secrets
....night crops in...
Birds flatter in the dark trees...long shadows....silhouettes
Night of the full moon, bats cry nervously.
Man seized with fever...sweating....groaning....
hair growing longer body growing bigger
Clothes start to fall off...a distant howling is heard..,a tail springs
Beast man falls on all fours
Jumps through the window...on to the rooftop... Deciding where the howling came from...springs down and runs fast into the woods...
Looking for his pack.far away from humanity....in the dark rim, he howls again, a thunderous roar...the alpha is around
The pack sits.... long snouts gazing at the   moon, watching the clouds go by...there in the night...the urge to test blood engulfs his wild heart.

Ive ignored her on most nights,
acted like i didnt care
Because she was always there,
But in darkness i  miss her  shimmering
She goes across the sky
The light of day reflecting
Down on the empty street below
As echoes of bats  bellow
Her insistent persistance,
giving hope to thieves and watchers,
A little help to party goers
she cant let them all be alone
The moon
What a loathsome night it would be
Ghosts and demons reigning,
Like on a night she is hiding
Nightmares tormenting
Dutifully she  rises again
Calls out all stars in the galaxy
And begin the journey round the earth,
Round and round for eons
Before they invented neons
She  never discloses her age
But her beauty is vintage
In the dead of the night,
When stars glitter and crickets chirp,
I hear her whisper,
How much longer?

Today was a good day
it was a good day today
Everygood came my way
No regrets no way

A good day it was
Better than worse
Im happy ofcourse
no fuss all is lax

Thank God for a good day
godly aid kept evil at bay
I got pay  none was coy
Thats why I say

It was a good day
Easy as a pie
Is the way
We draw nigh to our end

In the end its hapiness
So forget the worriness
Pockets may be moneyless take it easy

Ive scaled myself to weigh
lighter than my sorrows
So I can fly away
To find a better tomorrow

Yay
This is the joy
Today was a good day

Rouse thyself up introvert
I know thou be just like me
Thou canst be heard in thy silence
Thou be wise in thy discreetness

Speak thee now
I give  thee the power of the ink
Write what thou thinketh
What thou learneth
When thy lips be sewn

Thy knowledge runs deep
In the deep of thy heart strength abides
Much more strength
That overcomes the voices

Write thy thoughts
thy formula for strength
Speak thy mind now

Before something dreadful
Takes this from thee
Something is looming
Stormy clouds are getting darker

The world is getting colder
Speak thee now
I give thee an uncorrupted art
An invaluable mouthpiece
I give thee poetry

Hey, i want to speak with honesty,
I dont know what i would do without poetry,

Feel like i won a lottery,
all because of word pottery,

a mind free is all,
expressing secrets from the soul,

With a careful craft of the beat,
music is born from the art,

Therapy in psychiatry,
aesthetic in  phylosophy ,

People  love and fight,
Some just live to hate,

oppositions and dominions,
Opinions and religions,

But poetry and music lives,
lifetimes and lifetimes with love,

and nomatter the weather
it shall always bring humanity together

The world is full of clatter and chatter
An inspiration killer
To those trying to make it better

Rackets instigated by the media
Minds are floating oxygenless
mid air
how I dream of a noiseless world!

The internet's gutter
Suffocates innovation and originality
Surfers floating in a sea of pseudointellectualism
Infecting each other

Man's worst fear has come true
confusion
Media addiction and inability to listen
Listen to one's own thoughts

Phones buzzing with tweets
Celebrity and cat videos
4000 texts a month for a teenage girl
Leaves her no time for self reflection

The world's charter and clatter
Counteracts education
Logic extrapolation
Projects loss of identity
and susceptibility
To mob psychology

Lets take a vacation
Away from the clatter
Embrace silence
Meditate or say a prayer
And seek inspiration