I lay there dying
With my mind wrapped in agonizing knots
Endeavouring to unravel the ardous mysteries of life
Resounding bangs wrecked my temple
With soul confined in fabric mesh of guilt wallowing in a limbo painted with slimes of  failures
   my third eye could glimpse spewed papers spilled ink and broken pens all baying for a piece of my inner being
   The mission i had forsaken was baring it fangs ready to devour me
   As i lay there dying it dawned to me the  the race was over i was hanging in a ravine with judgement at the finish line awaiting my selfish soul
rivulet of ink soaked my **** skin sizzling and corroding my flesh the pain was unwritable  misty wraith  shrouded my eyes snatching away my last moment sight of the beautiful sun
   I lay there with no sense of time laboured breath managed to escape my nasal cavity heartbeat drummed skimply giving me a last chance to make peace with my fate
Inside my restless heart my soul was dying
A cold heat was drying my old *****
My final dying wish tried to escape through my clenched
Teeth
I lay there trying to push the smell of death through my cracked throat
As i chocked with foul air of all the wrongs i had commited
My mask and guise that had obscured my face peeled away seething away my melalin baring my true identity to world masses
Numbed thoughts clogged my mind soaking the reality and waterlogging my six sense
I lay there with needles of truth jabbing every inch of my flesh
In hell demons remixed a dirge with my name reminding me i belonged in abyss
As i lay there dying a wraith of mist shrouded my whole being reminding me of all the darkness inside me weighing me down remindind me i had to die n e ever rise again
I lay there dying
Wondering how many will be left crying

I lay dying  [ edit ]

As i lay there dying
My blood drying
My sanity bleeding
Havoc raining
Strength fast draining
Flashbacks recalling
Hell beckoning
My soul reckoning
Judgement awaiting
Regrets tormenting
I haven't lived to my calling
My sanity was crumbling
My world tumbling
My afterlife troubling
Pen and paper condemning
Mourners frowning
Birds of prey flying
Death approaching
tensing
Eyes blinking
Life escaping
Pain excruciating
Heartbeat receding
Clock ticking
Reality dawning
Am dying
Without changing
Nor healing

Its time to run
I have failed to learn
My mistakes are hot on pursuit
Am donned in nothing but my birthday suit
The hunter has become the hunted
My dark future is now haunted
Their love is gone
In place fury has been born
My pen has become my enemy
The wrong i have made him commit are many
Its time to hide
Time to tuck my creativity back into my mind
Writing i have to bade goodbye
My fake hope no one has to buy
For my poetry has to die
This will be my last piece
And hope my hunters will make peace
To all the ink i have spilled am sorry
The tormentor has fleed no more worry
I apologize for staining the paper
But from your world i will disappear like vapor
To all poetry fan its no time to cry
I woun't be there your tears to dry
Am getting tired of flight
But i have run off arsenals to fight
For those i have misled
Read this final piece and assume me dead
If you don't hear from me sooner
Know my mistakes made me a goner
Pen down

VERY IMPORTANT

I'm quitting poetry
(Part one)

I don't belong here
Nor do i belong there
Am not an author
Nor am i a writer
Am not a poet
I can't even write a sonnet
I don't write out of will
B'coz am not in a mission to heal
My pieces are not pure
So don't for cure
My poetry doesn't have a theme
Nor does it rhyme
I have done wrongs i can't undo
I need to apologize to my pen too
The paper need to take a revenge
'Cos i got no leverage
I have confused folks with my metaphor
But i can promise you this is now over
I tried to find solace behind my pen
It was futile it has just made my sorrow to deepen
I have lived a life of lie
Telling the truth i didn't even try
I have pretended i can write
Whereas i can't differentiate wrong from right
Someone called me tomorrow's wole soyinka
But now i realized it was an ironical moniker
I have been a shame to poetry
I should have tried the art of pottery
This are my confession
As i quit this proffesion

#kenyaismybeat

I have been racking my mind out driving myself nuts trying to solve this jigsaw puzzle until i found you and realized u were the missing piece all along
After i met you all the broken pieces of my heart fitted back together
       I used to think i had a hole in my heart after it was broken
loved oozed out n all remained was a desolate pumping *****
But that  day we met you touched my heart with clean hands
you put your key inside my dark hole and once again my heart opened up for love
           Since then i have been swimming in an ocean of commitments
Every night i hear whispers of your voice soothing me to dreamland
The fragments of my dreams revolves around you
And when the sun rises you are the reason am tempted to breathe again
    Distance has made our love stronger
At times i fantasize of your arms tracing my morphology ua lips snatching i love yous and i miss yous from my mouth
  At twilight i stare at the stars searching your beautiful image among the mystical beauty
    Sometimes i wonder could the stars be a map to escape this world to a paradise of love
     Am certain i can love you in a million way in million different worlds anytime i would always choose you
   For you are my reality

Cluelessly i blankly glared at the snow white writing pad
  As my hand scribbled furiously
Back and forth my fingers moved the pen as it mercilessly tainted the paper
Ideas somersaulted in my skull
My time was limitless
As my pen tried to define my destiny
The scribbling noise was enough evidence that the two were glued in a mutual conversation
Ohhh what do i say
The pen spoke as it continued to *** the blue fluid
You are more than a mystery
The now colored paper replied
Neither could i explain nor understand
As ideas frothed from my recess deep in the core of my brain
Where creativity nested waiting for right moment to erupt like an active volcano
It takes more than thinking it needs focusing the climaxing pen breathed out
Am making a poet am creating a voice of reason
By jumbling alphabets and sometimes drawing blanks
I make words play on top of you
I smiled as it dawned to me i had an arsenal to fight this word war
Pen as my spear and the book my shield
With both i am a knight
A literature warrior
Who can unite intellectuals
And create a kingdom of creativity
Poetry is born

Infamy
Shunned liked a hermit
Recluse heart
Wallowing in alienation
Afflicted with vex
Persistent feeling glued to his thoughts
Wierd

     Tardy when the revelation dawned
Irresistible and irreversible feelings
Lustful eyes in a fine frenzy rolling
Doth cursory look at a he
Sets off unanticipated  secretion of testosterone
And tingling sensation between the legs
He is trapped inside this ****
Abnormal

    Sitting is a herculean  task
Unendurable pain
Yet it feels contentful Hence from the commencement
Inclination engulfed his life
Leading to a point of no return
Addiction

Face obscured behind shroud of his palm
Face wet with overflow of tear
Pain saturated query
In this world why forth was he brought
The pain don't drown the dejection away
Desperate

  Dark corner
Alone afraid howling out
Emotions colonizing his brains
Slowly he strips down to his birthday suit
The ghoul in the mirror is nothing like he used to be
Wasted maimed by sadism
An emblem
A permanent tatoo of the wicked life he chose
   Abomination