There'll come days when you'll have nothing to write
and trust me even that nothing will be enough
you'll try to embrace the hollow of deficiency
but choke in the dark fumes of attempting to put up a fight
against the void whilst you search for your efficiency
you will scratch your mind for just a word but in vain
shake you will the trees and nothing will fall,it will pain
no single leaf will, not even a dry little twig
you'll wander all over the gardens of creativity
but find no soft alluviums,not a single spot to dig
it will feel an unfair election that fate is going to rig
yet your petition will yield no fruit, not an apple,nor a fig
your fingers will itch worse than infestation by a jigger
with the enema of motivation present but meagre
you'll miss the days whence it rained rhymes
oh! how much you'll long for those flooding times
like a pauper loitering the streets hopelessly thirsty for dimes
and the bells of your emotions will ring melancholic chimes
as you remember that sweet piece that got many hailing your prowess
and like a snail, return will your abilities in
an unbearable wait, call it a steady progress
you will be an active volcano whose vent's blocked from within
forced to abide by the nonentity blank of where to begin
unlike the usual floret and bombastic sweet nothings
you'll draw the fly speck in ink of unclear etchings
to give definition to the infinity of your nullity
and the insubstantiality of the ink sprayed
will be tattered clothes that patch your mental ******
you won't be satiated, but you'll survive the monsters of obsession that hide
in the furthest corners of your psychomotor, deep inside
and you'll appreciate the philosophy, sometimes obstacle's the path
for the scratch and naught from your struggle'll bear worth
so never take shelter under the sunless tree of the writers block
the wave of emotions poets command can break any stumbling block

I should erase this number after all you don't pick up my calls
rip out this heart,because I'm fed up of its unnecessary falls
I should abandon this place, there's nothing left
death could bring me rest cause I haven't slept of late
it was crazy to think your ****** character could turn soft
if I pushed hard enough and kept my hopes aloft
I was insane to convince myself someday I'll be good enough
to believe there was soft to be found in your rough
you were a wave fated to shutter and
to sink my ship yet I stood my ground waiting for your wrath
it was suicide to stand in your path, you were a tornado
wonder what made me think I could make a storm chaser
even when your pride grew stronger and my zeal lesser
to think I believed the smiles I knew were fake
and posed for those photographs you lured me to take
I should rip them apart and set the pieces on fire
and in the dark serpentine smokes let go my desire
I should forget about you and get on like you never happened
put up walls again, heal what were scars now wounds reopened
I was so foolish to allow you become my obsession
but sometimes I wish you had understood my stupidity
even if I'm kinda overcoming these addictive emotions

these dreams will never ever die
these lips will never ever lie
these arms will never wave goodbye
these eyes shouldn't ever cry
these words will never ever fade
they'll be sweet even after I'm dead
these palms will always lead you to bed
the sun will never ever penetrate my shade*
my prayers are
this faith should never sublime
this friendship always be a fresh plum
Our souls forever and ever blend
and this road should never ever end

I don't have to be perfect
there's someone out there
who doesn't mind the scars
and flaws, I just have to find her

You don't know how much I've missed you
You don't know how much I hated the silence
you don't know the thousand words burning me
you don't know what you mean to me
you don't know the pain of not knowing
how you were doing, of sending a message
and getting a reply centuries later
no, you don't,cause you wouldn't think I'm not doing enough
you would know the hell I've gone through since
you ceased to speak to me
you don't know what special really means
that's what you are to me, a tattoo in my cardiac
if you knew, you would  give me the apology
I might never ask for, if you knew you could have heard the shout in my silence
if you knew, you would  have read between the lines

Not even the filter could make
the pictures
as beautiful as the captured moment
we've taken many pictures trying to freeze happy times
years later we will refresh our minds
in case were old enough to forget
that it was worthwhile, with few regrets
arguments and fights, triumphs and plights
that they were three years of laughter and tears
of dares and cheers,discussions and chilling with peers
they were years of dissing and tantrums
Yet now, the unwelcome end patiently comes

I can't promise the world will never come between us
but whenever that happens, I promise to kick it's ***

I swore I would forget about you
that I would pick up the pieces
and move on without looking back
that I wouldn't let you see my despondent tears
you didn't want to run back into my arms out of pity
so I couldn't look back even when it killed me inside
especially when I heard your suppressed silent sobs.
I promised to move on, to find someone else
fully aware we were bad for each other
and I tried, I've been trying since but without triumph
I gave you my word I wouldn't remember the osculation
for my moods had a fatality embedded in their oscillation
it was better for us to be as far apart as the constellation
judging from how much you implored me to forget your kisses
and foolish dreams as you referred, like you being my Mrs
and I obeyed even when my heart stopped me
it was what you wanted but I'm the one terribly haunted
I promised to always look the other way when we meet
albeit it was obvious I would still see you in my mind
you made me promise to block you and forget you existed
you ensured I did it no matter how much I resisted
I've tried to fulfil all but saying I'm succeeding would be a lie
missing you is all I've done since we said goodbye
we agreed to stick to the promises and creed
but I so much regret being party to such a cruel deed
we couldn't make it together,that I know
but it's breaking my heart even while oceans apart
and I can't stop wishing we had tried to sail a little more
we were bad for each other but I'm starting
to think bad was good enough and it's startling
how will I fall for someone else when haven't
even touched the ultimate end in the abyss of you?
why should I make more promises that I know aren't true?
we agreed to never open up closed chapters
that made us weep,I feel the tears were better than laughter.
so tell me then,how should I forget the only thing that will ever count?
why should I keep lying to myself when it's clear
loving you was, is and will always be the only thing I'm good at?

Will my Soul ever encounter its mate
or is it one of those that rendezvoused too late?

Our Hearts will collide and I will find reason to love again
That reason will be you, you'll teach me the sweet side of pain
I'll look at the sunsets then on but through my eyes
I'll see hope for there's little difference but direction
twixt the glow of dusk and the shine of sunrise
our words will reciprocate in the wonderful texture of hello
and we will greet each other with honest smiles
like ours won't live to savour goodbye
our bodies will magnetically bombard in embrace
our eyes will lock and like diamonds will reflect the future
to fill us with hope as we foot what's left of our miles
we will realise our palms were made for each other
our lips will be honey, with the pollen of desire
we will burn and yearn,falter and learn
you will burry your past and fade will my scars
and for the wonder of the sparkle in your eyes
there will be fault in the perfect construct of the stars
like flowers seasons will come to fade and to bloom
and I will stick through the joy and the gloom
we will drink from the adulterated cup of gossip
which poison will intoxicate us with one sip
but we won't let that permanently suffocate our amour
You will be my Queen, and I your knight in shining armour
and like magical fountains down a stream
we will sprinkle our passion and dare to dream,
in the face of melancholy we will wipe our tears
or pop a few tops off vintage wines and beers
you will be my story and I too'll be in your tale
and we will on and on narrate our escapades through Hell
how we sailed over and past the waves till we found calm
it will be a floret narrative of struggles overcome
someday we'll meet and you will give a ****
I will be surprised and probably freak out
because my entire existence rests upon pillars of doubt
yet I'll give us a try without a sigh
on that fateful day that's very yet to come
you will be the aris of love that flies me high
I'll be drunk in love, contented with my addiction
and satisfied with the small room I'm given in your heart
where  I will rent without anticipating eviction
we will fight to make up, wound each other just to heal
you will get over your fears and I'll learn pride is a pill
we'll realise that albeit at times we're bad for each other
those are just the small defects present on the best deal
and we'll find reason to cherish and love each other still
because that's what happens when we find someone true
someone who means it when they say "I love you"
this happens when Hearts are meant, I'm not a prophet
how different can it be yet lovers suffer a similar fate?

I wanted to pluck a flower for her but fear told me when it wilts
I'd be burdened by untold guilt
I wanted to deal her maximum pleasure
doubted she'd deal with the sweet pain of plunging to the hilt
to construct her a high and strong Trojan sanctuary
to protect her fragile heart through every hour
when I realised walls would mean solitude built
I wanted to build her bridges for a global adventure
but I feared it might turn to be the white bull to Europa
I wanted to forever write her poems with rhyme
but my vocabulary was fading so fast with time
I wanted to walk with her till the end of the road
albeit every extra mile was a tiring load
I wanted to pluck feathers and build her wings
so that I could see what view her presence in the sky brings
but I feared she would fly too close to the charming sun
lured by it's fatal beauty and burn like Icarus,Daedalus' son
I longed to see her smile like there was no sadness
and I embraced the feeling even if it was utter madness
I wanted to hear her talk even when I cherished her silence
to shut my eyes and store her scenic ambiance
I wanted to free her in the heavy chains of my chocking passion
and always watch how she gracefully soars the skies of my cage
I wanted her name in my love story on each and every page
starting with once upon a time until the last on the edge
as two olduns breathing the air and drinking sweet wine of  old age
I longed to sit with her in space and go
wherever it settles when she shyly spins the globe
desired to decorate her presence like the dangling ring on her ear lobe
I wanted us to swim in the shoreless deep Oceans
among the sharks to shield her from their gnawing rage
I wanted to employ her, her duty being mothering
our children with care and her undivided attention
and wages would be gold standard breath taking affection
I wanted to be her breath when she can't respire
to incinerate her heart with romance and fires of desire
I wanted the world to be a serene paradise
for the calm and innocence of her soul,evident from her eyes
and though it's hard to concede that I'll never express what lies within
I can't move the vast Oceans and Seas that sadly lie inbetween

All of us are entitled to dying
But not all of us smell that sweet
scent of living.
so let's try to live while we can instead of
worrying about death after all we must die
All of us must fall hard and wreck but few of us shall rise
so let's rise while we can,before gravity makes the call
All of us must grieve but not all shall smile
so let's stretch that laugh while we have it to a mile
All of us must hurt ,a small number will pleasure
so while we are at it let it be a wide measure
All of us must labour yet not all will leisure
So always find sometime,treat yourself as a treasure
All of us are entitled to vile but few can truly love
few give their heart that which they deserve
All of us are destined to hurt but few of those will heal
be among the few who after they scar won't suffer still
All are young but not all see old,not all mature
so live while you're young, tomorrow isn't sure
all must journey yet not all in the walk will reach
make adventure of your travel, it's the peach
all must work their *** off but few will grow rich
appreciate your worth, ambition will throw you in a ditch
all will compete for the prize but one will win
appreciate you tried, win or lose the globe will spin
all must hear but not all will listen
ride with the few cause the hearing are missing
All must sin believe me but few feel remorse
you too can find a place in your heart to repent of course
All of us must sow but a few of us will reap
we must keep sowing,we should keep herding our sheep
all of us are talented,sadly few will find mention
keep trying,go for goal, you might as well attract attention
all of us are entitled to dying but I've seen some live
you too can do it,you just have to believe

I'm brave enough to fear, deaf enough to hear
blind enough to see, I'm a soul in ecstasy
I'm weak enough to fight, in the dark of light
crippled enough to stand, insane enough to understand
that I'm eternal enough to die, truth enough to lie
perpetual enough to end and straight enough to bend
I'm hard enough to bruise and triumphantly lose
I'm desperate enough to believe, happy enough to grieve
afloat enough to drown and smiled enough to frown
I'm treasured enough to be thrown,a dusk enough to dawn
a man enough to cry,I'm mindful enough to pry
I'm question enough to answer, goat enough to panther
I'm block enough to bridge, free enough to siege
I'm lone enough to clique, wake enough to sleep
love enough to hate, I'm free willed to fate
I'm chain enough to freedom, unknown for my stardom
pleasure enough for pain,I'm sunshine trapped in rain
I'm wrecked enough to intact and powerless enough to impact
probability enough to certain,I'm God enough to Satan
I'm peace enough to war,ignorant enough to know
less enough to more, I'm Yes enough to No
I'm stuffed enough to hunger, silence enough to thunder
obvious enough to wonder, I'm builder enough to plunder.

I try to convince myself someday things
will return to the way they were when we were close
or something more,maybe hinges and doors
that you will remember how sweet our conversations were
and revert to the sweet girl you were from the stranger you are
sometimes I think someday you'll get less busy
call me up,talk and laugh because it used to be that easy
I look at the clock thinking I might develop some powers
to rewind to the days you meant everything to me and
I meant something to you, even if it's just for hours
sometimes I miss the feel of your palm in my hand
I miss the many times you said no matter what
you would never be too busy to remember me
maybe you meant something else or forgot
I try to believe that you recall everything you said
because you gave me your word, that even if you were dead
we would always matter but I doubt you recall the latter
there are days I go through our messages, the comments
sadly laughing for what were beautiful moments are torments
tempting me to block you so that I forget it all
but I doubt that would erase you from my soul
hard was my fall, I fell for your promises even when I knew they were just camouflaged
gravel that would shatter my existence into smithereens
sometimes I wish I could rob back the heart you stole
or experience amnesia and forget our teenage dreams
but then I wonder if I erased that part of us
what would I say mattered in my accountability for my time on Earth?
I try to think that somehow you still see my like on your photographs
amidst the hundreds you receive like you did when you only had two
a part of me says you see my comments in that traffic
of fans that you now have lining up and cheering your milestones
and a day will come when you will say you did
but you couldn't reply to mine and ignore the hundreds
I tell myself that you still care no matter the deed
that after all how would you have known where the road would lead
while I recite the lines of your reassurance like some creed
but then some lines now sound so artificial and fake
I keep imploring myself not to be moved, not to shake
because someday you will honour your "till the end"
and whilst I count, I place you as my paramount friend
but do you ever think about me while you enjoy your new look?
I'm I still an important character in your book?
do you still watch the stars and whom are you doing it with?
Are the rumours true, that you've resorted to doing ****?
Do you still read and pray prior going to bed?
Do you think about me if not, who's in your head?
It's none of my business for life has given me a sanction
but I hope ours wasn't just a crossroad but a junction
and even if you're far out of sight we're still pals
that's what you'll forever be to me,more precious than pearls

A lost cause that doesn't want to be found
hunter in the wild tracking without a hound
tethered to slavery,toiling in vain for a pound
I'm the loudest noise of a world without a sound
I'm a dedicated preacher without a bible
a hopeless soul still fighting for survival
a journey man desperate and far from arrival
a ready fighter in a ring and life's my rival
I'm a wounded bird soaring with broken wings
the first light of dawn and the chorus it brings
a trampled bud which struggles as it springs
I'm those dumped sad engagement rings
I'm the lonely path that was never taken
the chocking inspiring words never spoken
the many charming promises that were broken
I'm the dead unburied hearts,the ghosts awoken
I'm those thirsty flowers struggling to grow
the wandering souls unsure of where to go
the deadbeat and shattered,those feeling low
the tired refugee expectant mothers escaping war
I'm the hunted nemesis, bullets seek my blood
the homeless who lost their home to the flood
the internally displaced and raggedly clad
everything grieving, dead and living betrayed by the world
I'm the bitter truth that will never be told
the beautiful country and its people cheaply sold
the wrinkled malnourished children trapped in cold
I'm everyone, silent or spoken, black or white,young or old

I wish someone had
told me to stay away
from poetry
I wish I had
known it's an addiction
that won't let me rest
I wish someone had
showed me another way
to get burdens off my chest
besides dumping the shards
sealed in bags of vocabulary,
I wish I hadn't fallen
too deep in love
to find solace in words
for this sums up how much
my addiction rewards

Goodbye at hello?Done before we parted
was we over,I mean before we started?

I carry my mother wherever I go
and I am my mother the more I grow
she is a lady who never quits no matter the hurdle
a perfect example of endurance I've seen since my cradle
till now that I'm Journeying to the Grave,
she is wonderfully made and brave
a proof that true love exists, yes my mother
she loved Justus, she loved Ezra, she loved Cornel,Olive, Lucy,I & my father
the praise the Pacific receives is because the world isn't aware of the vastness of my mother's heart
she is a firm centrepiece and her family's close even when set apart
by the Sea that hides cornel out of sight somewhere in  Turkey
by the fresh responsibilities that blanket Lucy in Nairobi
by Destiny that holds father captive Home by the Countryside
Work that's keeping Justo and Oli dancing to the tune of Mint,
Ezra working his fingers to the bone
for my niece Shanty to spring up to a brighter dawn
Hustle that often keeps Mama a far toiling so that we become
who we are and who we will be tomorrow
and Education and future that manacles me in this city
Mama's the best student of the family
for she learnt all our
Weakness, Threats, Opportunities and Strength
weaknesses and helped us overcome
our threats and dug them out even when it meant whipping our *****
the opportunities she opened our eyes to
and our might, she is the reason we all know where our strength lieth
Mama'll always be the law that I follow
the woman I trust most and the best thing that ever happened to me
I carry my Mama in my Heart, I carry my Mama in my Soul
my Mama is my face, my Mama is my character too
she taught us to spread love wherever we go
by loving us unconditionally
she taught us to make the best decisions
for she chose for us the best Papa in the Stellar
she taught us to endure from her persistence
and today we stand for the people because from her resistance
& fight for what's right, truth defines our existence
I'm proud to say I carry my mother wherever I go
I carry her smile, I go an extra mile
I carry her heart even if not in the same measure
I carry her Soul, world's greatest treasure
And I carry her person in my Heart everywhere I go
Call me young, but I will always walk
with my Mother and pieces of my father
if I am an art piece of clay
the two are responsible for the pottery
and being moulded in such warm and caring arms
feels better than winning any lottery
or accidentally finding oneself in a treasury
I love Mama not only because her womb was my safest sanctuary
but also because she's the best player in the siblings I have & love
the baby and boy I was yesterday, the young man I am today
and the success of the person I see in my tomorrow
she's responsible for the art in my Heart
the upper in my cut and the purr in my cat
I love you Mama, World's most wonderful woman
Sending you this message from Stars away
Simply to Say
I love you Mama and
Happy Women's Day

There's a deficiency that's hurting my mind
A serenity I'm seeking but just can't find
but I'm still searching for it though it's an onerous task
I'm looking for palms that can massage emotions
which is not too much from nature to ask
or an unrealistic expectation and a fantastic notion
I'm looking for a caring pulse to motivate my heart
to beat again since it halted from ingestion of excessive pain
I'm looking for an eye that will obviously see my scars
but find them beautiful for they represent the many times
I've stood up when I tripped and badly fell
and the wounds I've tended to till they healed
I'm looking for someone who will appreciate
how far smiles walk to reach my gloomy face
and the fight they put up to create ripples
which consequently bring the changes in the place
I'm looking for someone who has dreams but knows actuality
one who will hope for the shores but surf with me across
the ocean of life,someone who will find content in my reality
I'm looking for fingers that will forever lock with mine
a long life commitment, don't come along if with you forever isn't fine
I'm eager for one who can see right through me to witness
and appreciate the wilted garden that lies within
a vast garden which can flourish again if adequately watered
by honest affection and trustworthy care
I'm looking for a just fine person,not a perfect angel
I've had less from this life that I can't ask for that much
I'm asking for someone who'll give me second chances
because I'm bound to make mistakes, being a novice,
a debutant in a field where I have played but a game
I can take the blame all the same, but I need  
someone who won't quickly opt for the evict notice
cause I'm looking to settle,
so I want a lifetime lease in a heart for rent
I'm the incomplete one that needs the one to complete me
looking for feet that dream of cars but can walk
a Mouth that has room for silence albeit the talk
I'm looking for strength, a "for better for worse"
a sweeter story than single, a blessing not a curse
a love that will be ornamented by sizzling friendship
which will endure past stinging thorns and roughing waves
through long dark tunnels and dump flying fox pellet filled stinking caves
well aware that life is a drama,a play written by karma
yet hoping for someone with whom to write the sequel of my amour
and make a beautiful set of books of tales of loss, endurance and victory
a simple story of holding on through thick and thin,
not necessarily a breathtaking romantic piece of history
for I prefer to live in the heart of the one I deserve
in a mortality to a melancholy immortality in the mind of eternity
I would rather be loved in my life than be remembered when I'm a gonna
I want to fall apart and make up,to taste the tears and laughter
'cause no road is all smooth and no rough but the road to hell
and no story is calm all through, not even a fairytale
so if you're out there,aware life is a variegation
with varying patches of perfect imperfection,
that the Sun is cool at dusk and dawn but there are times it incinerates
pestilentially like larva emitted by an erupting volcano
then I'm looking for you,you should know

We must be
             bypassing
    each other
         along these
streets our
       eyes locked
      to our phones
     smiling to
the humour in
someone's
   consolation about
being single
           on their
  Facebook status
    otherwise
        what
            explains this
               delay in
               our encounter?

she didn't look back to see the tears as they crawled
or my tired fingers that snapped with a click
she didn't look to see my trousers high rolled
or my cheeks turn pink especially the left that did twitch
but I wanted her to do it so that I would see her last look
needing to know her final description in our book
I needed to see the reality of how our radar gets shredded
and how she was holding that moment I dreaded
there were questions in my heart that one glance
should have answered like whether there would be another chance
I was sick watching her leave as I grieved
I tried so hard to disguise that I was weak from disbelief
was it all a lie, was that the sour taste that seasoned goodbye?
was the tree not deep enough in ground that it had to die
simply due to the drought of a few weeks doubt?
she didn't look back even when she reached the last bend
that would our visibility totally end
yet I still told myself she would, that we weren't done
as I sat down torn between running
after her or just looking on at a heart burn
with untold fires of rage, and murderous yearning
maybe I should have followed her and begged some more
but if a week wasn't enough to do it could a minute avert her 'No'?
it was a blunt knife plunged to the hilt into my flesh
and mercilessly twisted for me to have a maximum feel
it was spittle right onto my favourite dish when I've starved over a month
it was a cancer at it's last stages slowly eating me away
wanting to chew over and over the little flesh
left on my feeble bones to mere pulp
or a noose helplessly ******* out the little life left
and I wishing I didn't kick the support under my feet
beckoning someone to come to my rescue and cut the rope
but the gnawing tightness around my neck stealing my desperate cry
and even after that bend I still adorably saw her right there
I saw her close to me and I saw her everywhere
how could I not see her everywhere when for years
she was my pillar, my strength and palm that wiped my tears?
I fell back to the ground and looked straight to the afternoon sun
without blinking,all my existence in ecstasy
and in the nothingness I knew that was the last dot
of happiness in my lifetime I would ever see
And as I in vain implored myself to be strong
I only grew weaker wondering what really went wrong

Her soul a sky filled
      with twinkling stars
              eyes two pearly globes
of magnetic innocence
               with a red rose fragility
and floret fragrance
            even when she carries a
heart dotted with scars
   from painful inflictions during
       the battles of life
    fought and overcome

Remind me to walk out on my heart if it ever falls in love
to ignore all its whining once it's broken again
remind me to pluck it out and fry it red on a pan
and savour in the aroma of my own death
as I roast all the love away from this little piece of meat
remind me to dump my soul in boiling liquid hydrochloric acid
if I ever walk back to your arms when fooled by your charms
remind me to create an opening where all that air of reconciliation
will be ****** out my inflated soul,remind me to seal the vacuum
so that I'm eternally reminded of your treachery by the emptiness
remind me to cut my limbs off so that you won't sweep me off my feet
remind me before desire gives me wings to soar higher and higher
remember please, be the wet blanket that puts off that deadly fire
and if my lips ever dry trying to lure me into lubricating them
with the sweet oils of your imprisoning kiss
please remind me to bite and wound them so that
the wounds are infested with pus and undeserving of this your kiss
remind me the moment I cannot take my eyes off your beauty
to heat a spoke and pass it through them so that I can be blind
after all I'll still posses the glamorous visage of the mind
remind me to run back into the biting cold of my shell
if I ever find comfort in your warm embrace
remind me if I start considering forsaking my loneliness
that the warmth of your welcoming touch
and amazing company is pretty much
the disguise of the blazing fires of your hell
remind me to hit my head with a brick
a trick to stir my brain once it remembers
the better times lost instead of the ashes from those embers
remind me when my arms are frozen with constant craving
and the walls of my isolation on the fringes are caving
to rebuild the pillars and fences,to hold even tighter to my defences
to think again when I'm drunk with the wine of romance
slap me with reality when I'm staggering
and I've probably lost the firm grip on my senses
support me so that I don't fall, turn off the music
we can't have another dance,we don't deserve another chance
remind me not to walk past the twilight zone, the just friends zone
when I'm walking back to you fracture me,each and every bone
remind me of how wounded I am, poke my scars and make me bleed
show me where forth love avenue's bound to lead
when I say hello,say goodbye,treat my imploring truth as a lie
remind me if I forget, taking that path is only going to make us cry
remind me when hot amour gets hold of yours and my heart
that after the warmth melting us we are bound to fall apart

I am sorry
we met and for long savoured that fate
that you dared to happily ever after contemplate
I am sorry
it was so right for a while when we gobbled every mile
so much you thought it would always be but a smile
I am sorry
you expected so much from a heart with so little to give
I am sorry
I spoke about the sun and you heard of sunrise
I am sorry
I was meaning the journey but you thought of the destination
I am sorry
you hoped I would answer every question
sorry I plucked you roses and you didn't see the thorns
I am sorry
it wasn't a walk in the park or it was but the Serengeti
I am sorry
when I pointed to the clear night you felt it would never rain
I am sorry
I bathed you in pleasure and you forgot there's pain
I am sorry
I held you so tight you didn't prepare for when we drift apart
I am sorry
you swam to the deep end and coming out broke your Heart
I am sorry
you thought reality could be like the movies
where you forevermore enjoy the Angelic showbiz
I am sorry
you grew up way too soft but had to learn the hard way
I am sorry
our parting ways was too much a price for you to pay
but I am not sorry for the moments I confessed my affection
the many times I said I love you and you said it too
for there was a time, I swear this to you,
there was a time those words were so true

We were foolish to judge the sky by the stars
to believe each other without a doubt
to forget the wounds and play blind to the scars
to take on emotion with a silent shout

we were crazy to ignore caution
and foolishly get overtaken
by flooding electric emotions
compromise the mind and have reason forsaken

We were mad to believe we'd not end
that we would just flow like springs
that the rivers of our affection wouldn't dry or the roads bend
that we'd always have the warmth passion brings

We were insane to trust each other so deep
with treasures like Hearts and promises we couldn't keep

All we share in common is nothing
but at the moment nothing is enough
all we share are the insults you've thrown at me
which I feel are better than having bombs drop at me
all we can agree on are thousand disagreements
something much better than the war entanglements
the innocence of my blood that was almost shed
for my cradle wanted but to see me dead
all we hold in our hands is the street from where I beg
but isn't that prettier than a torn head or broken leg?
all we breathe in from the gutters is your oxygen
it's enough even if I am not forgiven
all we share is that crumb you dump in the pit
and your jeers, unsympathetic for my tears besides spit
all we share is the world you've grown up from
because chocking melancholy has
taken over my precious land
all our palms touch are the petals of red roses which
I pick up after your beautiful dinner
after it's trampled over by the carefully shaven heel of your lover
for it's after being trampled that its scent is sweeter
and which fragrance does spring in me hope
all we share in common is spring grass that's greener
for so it was in that field I last watched my best friend play
it was where his blood oozed as I did pray
  grass that burnt black as I called on
my little brother's heart not to stop
all we share in perfect common is prayer
you praying for my kind to leave
I for those left behind whilst they hopelessly grieve
wondering if I made it to the other side of the ocean
doubting whether Allah, Jesus
or whoever's creator's really watching
and if He's watching whether he's enjoying the tragic play
of reality,
all we share in common is the big beautiful sky
for while you look to it and wear that pretty smile
I smile too,only I recall the darkness left behind
the neighbour who took my bullet
the soldiers who arrived when it's too late
the lover who stepped on my land mine
one who promised they'd forever be mine
(how forever could be so short!)
the malnourished children and desperate parents
what's a happy blue sky to you only reminds me of their pine
so while you smile, I smile and at the same time I cry
I understand, all we share in common is nothing
but I'm glad I've learnt that sometimes in life
nothing could mean everything

Are we too strong to survive the storms?
To hit the icebergs and never sink in never?
can the ship sail on to a glimpse of forever?
can we endure, can our feet carry us past the thorns?

Don't trade your life for another
Don't sell your brother or mother
time will surely come when the waves will be calm
Look at the skies soon they'll be clear
Ask the past, did you ever think that you'd be here
so take your time, talk to your heartbeat
maybe there's something your heart is trying to say
somebody once told me you don't need to kneel
even while running away you can always pray
running from the shadows of temptation
escaping the idle and misleading contemplation
look at the road ahead... don't dwell on the life you've led
those are costs gone, tariffs already paid
stop living like you're dead, start breathing instead
for you have a life time ahead,
you can change the view in front of you
it's never late albeit it seems like it's overdue
you can make it...just keep going endure the pain
to the light at the end of the tunnel, watch out for oncoming trains
every step you take is a step closer to your destination
learn to forget the past...it can't answer your questions

I don't want to use the same words as others do
hence I wonder what else can speak my truth
without altering the simplicity of my honesty
without unclear hyperbolic vocabulary
that might instead drive you away
I want to speak with confidence however
much relaying to you without a single stutter
is a day dream bordering the fantasy
I want to coin the most rare of phrases
which could conjoin to display my emotions
just like a network of roads connecting different places
I want to speak light to your darkness
to open your beautiful hazel eyes
with the realness of my heart
I want you to share with me my hurt
forever if that exists & never drift apart
to lend words to that which in my soul lies
a place where reality blossoms and lie dies
I want to praise you more than the eagle praised tortoise
not to make you think you can fly but to have your focus
I want to assure you that much as joy I bring
where good happens, I know the bells of bad may ring
I want to let you know you're more floret than flowers
without losing grasp of my oratory powers
I want to hold your palm & place it on my chest
& let the rate of my beating heart explain the rest
without seeming weird or too direct
I want us to share an eternal bond that won't disconnect
like the attachment the Ocean shares with the River
till death do us part,like scotch and a guzzlers liver
I want to explain how long I've waited for this
and how badly my lips do long for a kiss
that doesn't sum up my encounter with you
but stays on our mind for infinity,that sticks hard as glue
I want to let you know I saw beauty when we met
and that endo-glamour you hold
so much deserves to be told and retold
in a love story you and I can transcribe if I'm not too late
I acknowledge you're a lass out of this planet
and I probably ain't worth a touch of your garment
but I desire to share in your terrene
for in your presence I have known real serene
I want to match with you across the holly
isle though I don't fancy weddings
savour moments as we journey & pray for happy endings
I want you to be that character in my love story
a story where I drive back home to your arms
embrace you tight, have a feel of those bums
where we plant roses and lilies & watch bees hum
I want my kids to have you as their mom
and be proud of their father for finding
them such a sweet and caring mother
I want you to believe there isn't another
I want you to want me too like I you
I want you to know how much I love you
but i cant place the right words to use
to express exactly what I feel because
you're one hell of a treasure I can't afford to lose

I'll make peace with my heart
Someday I'll get over the hurt
I'll see to my scars and every bruise
beautiful stars in the sky will be my muse
someday I'll pick myself up & stop talking
that day it will be about walking
for I'll be moving on past the shades of regret
past the bitterness of being dabbed an ingrate
someday I'll cross this River without fear
use her waters to wash away every tear
leave  this place printless like I was never here
I'll forget this past for it holds nothing dear
I'll collect all the scattered shards
and leave like the gorgeous journey birds
only there's no chance I'll ever lay foot here again
for this place has but caused me so much pain
I hate to go but I have to leave and to believe
for how long must one soul shatter and one heart grieve?

There's a bird in the sky that's weeping
a cold none seems comfortable with
there's a stinging cold of despair sweeping
so bad every smoker yearns for ****

there's a light that's behind the dark
battling to find her way to the shine
to sublime the monsters that lurk
and color with joy them that whine

there's a road that goes and never ends
there's a peace seated in the laps of war
a fatal enemy the world gladly befriends
because fairness and justice are no more*

there's an innocent cob wounded under a palm tree
a graceful wounded calf called my country

My heart will never cease to bleed
I'll never stop thinking about the life they lead
My soul will keep aching for them in need
toiling for another half a decade due to them with greed
my eyes will never cease to see their deed
and ponder why did them,God have to seed
my feet are tired of wishing they could go an extra mile
maybe take some gunfire, burn for my country man to smile
my back is broken by the weight of my rage
it's a fire that isn't dying out, will I ever turn the page?
I'm stuck in a labyrinth of contemplation
wondering what other illness awaits my nation
besides ignorance, illiteracy, corruption,tyranny and fear
& much more, yet I still appreciate hailing from mid the sphere
There's a throb rooted deep in my mind
pondering what on earth could make one so unkind
I hope someday to injustice I'll be blind
I hope a day will come when I'll leave behind
these whys,hows, whats and whens like it never was
I hope time heals all wounds as the saying goes
otherwise I believe the cut is deep and infested
  by the loathing for everyone who stood by a government
we badly wanted away and a system we detested
I've tried to have the pain excreted but it's all digested
it's overdue and getting me dizzy due to the ferment
the memory is fresh, the election a forgotten torment
to some but to many like me it's here,it's every moment
it's that grass thatched house at angle theta or beta
it's the agony of the teacher, doctor & whoever's bitter
it's a sting worse than a cut by a banister's wrong splinter
it's the south pole in juxtaposition to winter
it's that malnourished barefooted child battling a jigger
it's the starving,and those plagued by poverty with food but meagre
from my position this wasn't a loss to the opposition
it was a golden chance ripped off the feeble hands of the next generation
a robbery in plain sight,hit below the belt in our fight
my fingers will never tire of typing about this plight
for the crested crane was shot midway her flight
fooled to go to the polls and defiled worse than a little girl
my prowess will but always demand for a piece
about the day we totally lost the beautiful pearl
and thence not a single heart ever knew true peace
not the losers as we have been falsely accused
but worse, not kigundu and many more who were used

I suddenly don't know who my friends are anymore
But I know who has never been,isn't and never will
You're not my friend if you think our whimpers propaganda
You're not my friend if you're not in support of a proper Uganda
You're not my friend if you opposed our
struggle till its seemingly dead end
You're not my friend if you think we shouldn't grieve
You're not my friend if in yellow rule you still believe
you're not my friend if you're still blinded
even after so many are hurt and lives ended
you're not my friend if you sung a song in praise
of he who won't our teacher's salary raise
you're not my friend if I reminded you of the Hospital
and you said them sick suffer for the love of free things with no remorse at all
you're not my friend if you've stuck to his support
simply because he fills your wallet while the rest are emptied,
you're not my friend if in this sad time you feel relief
you're not my friend if you forgot about the *** holes
the uncertainty that characterises the air all over the country,
you're not my friend if in your heart melancholy isn't,the despair
you're not my friend if you don't mind the pauper on the street
the emptiness of our capital competing with that in our hearts
you're not my friend if you don't think it badly hurts
you're not my friend if as long as your Porsche you drive
you don't mind about the state of a country
whether your neighbour's child is dead or alive
you're are not my friend if everything you wish for you have
and you don't give a **** if others starve
you're not my friend if you're contented with the shaky epicentre
forgetting that when the centre is shaky things fall apart
you're not my friend even if the politics ended
for my friend you weren't right from the start
you're not my friend if you've played part in steering us to a wrong course
against the pleas and cries of the despairing concourse
you're not my friend if you're the reason country man lies in a casket
in exchange for a piece of the national cake in your basket
you're not my friend if you believe in steady progress
even if you're my brother,whilst rest of the country lies in regrets
you're not my friend if you are against the people's choice
for the people's choice is the people's voice
You're not my friend if your government military deploys
dubbing the shout of our plight unnecessary noise
You're not my friend if you're smiling while we cry
in darkness as sunshine lights your home for you own our sky
you're not my friend if you forgot about those studying under a tree
you're not my friend if you still think we're free
You're my enemy if you're an enemy to my friend
You've wounded this nation by standing by the olden trend
you're an enemy to the state and so you're my enemy
you're not my friend, for God and my country
you're not my friend and that I will never forget traitor
no,I will remember through every January to December
I will remember even after you forget,centuries later

Despite everything that's happened
Despite the mistreatment of our own
Despite the suppression & oppression
Despite the mambas in big numbers
Despite the silencing of the nation
Despite the heavy deployment on the streets
Despite the gas that our eyes mistreats
Despite the despair prevailing in the air
Despite the scare,the arrests that are unfair
Despite the government condemnation
of those battling our incarceration
Despite the fact that some are starving
because electronic mobile money transfer is off
Despite the looming loss and fraudulent tally
Despite the gloomy faces we all wear, the sully
Despite the rage burning through us for many a reason
The main one being the compromise of our peaceful
struggle out of the manacles of this corrupt regime
despite many being voiceless in prison
Despite the treacherous Telecom companies
assisting the tyrant keep us on our bruised knees
Despite the malnourished kids along the streets
despite the expectant mothers fearing for their life
because the best Hospital in the country has no doctors
& the disgruntled interns trying to help and teachers
despite the lives lost in the election scuffle fueled by police
despite the opposition constant arrest and release
the rise in the prices of everything but value of nothing
despite the arrogance of those profiting from the tyranny
despite the dishing out of cash to bribe voters
& the lining up of cattle to have more votes than voters
Despite the furthering hope for eminent change
despite the lead of the incumbent by a ridiculous range
I still love my country and I still believe change will come
even if the despot rules for a thousand a term
I still believe a day is coming when we shall say
"At last, the man is history,this country is now for the people"
I dream of that day, it should have been yesterday
But despite the fact that any dictatorship
tends to want power for permanent keep
Someday from the fountains of change we shall sip
I still believe,albeit such freedom isn't a one day trip
On behalf of all who turned up to cast their votes
thank you for not just talking but also walking
thank you for the courtesy you're giving to the next generation
at least we know we shall have answers in clear narration
to our children and their children, each and every question
Don't give up...to me the fight is just started
And still, even a president has got but one neck
Change is guillotine, someday it catches up
Don't give up for you have come so far and see so much
If you were about to surrender, I hope this your heart can touch
Despite all the challenges our struggle is facing
Let's stay focus toward justice and fairness chasing
Yes, we have fallen more than we deserve
it may feel but someday someone will appreciate your love
One Uganda, one people... in change we believe
For God and my country, I love Uganda
I love you all...Don't give up