I am outside seeing the moon,
My elongated shadow describe my dream
Very big but not real ,
But I hope to turn it one day ,
It must be real!

I wrote a poem  

I wrote a poem about myself,
It was tasty,
And
I knew love is all I need.
Not money,
Not material,
I sought money and I lost love
Material took my love,
I defined It,
That love can be and is above all.

Shhhhh!
Keep quiet,
I'm quite busy reading your poem
And it's so fantastic,
So do not move any tables or chairs,
It may disrupt my attention.

Shhhhh!
Kindly listen to me,
Shhhhh!

Because of love,
....................
Living poet's.
.....................
great time to just wish you a lovely note ;
as you go to bed.
I've heard,and it seems true: the silence of a friend is
worth more than the rebuke of an enemy!
so to say,I just have a lovely wish for you,
that is ,
"go to bed,and sleep wonderful,
dream a promise worth for your success ,
turn to see all the goodies God placed next to you
tonight .
that you wake strong and powerful in spirit .
that hope and enthusiasm fill your tomorrow more
than ever.
your dream contain all you will call for as you awake
in the morning.
to say,you will have a powerful motion of self
drivenness, that will head directly to your destiny.
I say ,and I repeat as may times as you would wish to
hear,
your night will be a different one!"
I have but just a great wish of a blessed night for
you,my best friends.
good night.

you avoid me now,
tomorrow you need me,
you keep silent now,
tomorrow you wish to have a talk with me,
I am silent now ,
tomorrow I will talk .
but forget this not,
I am as happy as you may not think .
behind my struggling legs,
is a force of success approaching as fast.
so,blame me not.
laughter will meet us at the dining tables,
yet regrets will cut it short!
remorse will choose to take charge....
and I will shift to a bigger table ,
where no meal shall go a single phase ....
I don't plead for company ,
because I bleed from the rough coarse .
yes I am right,
and all I have said is correct.

I can't talk, I just blink
I can't talk,I just point
I can't talk , I just whistle
I can't talk,because afteral ,you can't hear me.
But in all I do,
I think you get me right.

My failures leads me to wisdom,
Wise is prone to mistake,
Fools make no mistake.

i have walked miles from my birthday,
and surprisingly enough ,I know very little about
myself.
I don't know my history ,
I just know I detached myself from some place which
was dry,
I have walked over Maddy roads for long,
but save enough only my shoes got finished but never
my legs,
I remember a lot of people ,
but I forgot myself,
I recall a lot of struggles ,but none of their fruits!
I just know I got lost somewhere but I can't really
know when.
that is why ,
I have hidden secrets that are meaningless .
for God so loved me,that He gave me another
opportunity,
not to go back,
but to progress .

What is short,
I mean what short is short,
I can't tell whatever is short ,
Can you tell me what is short ?
Can short be short?
Because everything can be short.

I hear people say life is short,
Other say problems live short,
Lies can be uncovered short,
But I don't think short is short ,
Long can be short?
Can long be short?

Cherry oh cherry oh baby ,
Do you know I'm in love with you?
If you don't believe I do,
Then know that I love you madly....

O  ohhh ,oooo ohhhho,
Ohhh ohhh ohhh **;

Baby come sit by my side,
Then just turn to see my eyes,
So we see each other close,
Coz I really love you baibeee.

Yoh yoh yoh,yoh yo yoooh,
You'll keep me so cool ooo,
For I really love you baby,
Listen to me sing for you ahhhh.....

Time spilling so fast darling ,
Do not take long to come sweet heart ......
Yoh ohhh oh baby,
just come over my side.

Cherry cherry oh baby,
Cherry oh baby,
O oho ohhh baibeee.....
O oho ohhh baibeee!

How jovial,
How lovely ,
How fantastic ....

How enjoyable that I danced right above the pass mark,
How happy,
How mummy,
How yummy good,
My student danced .
.....
I felt it was good,
And I bet I was!

The swirling wind ,that burst my ears,
The smiling face that comes before me,
In mirage, that looks like its Godly,
I freeze down to my knees,
And sweat that numbs my spine,
I cannot talk or move; a miracle?
But I feel my senses right,
I project my vision,
But alas!
My dream is gone,
My morale as well,
Can it be true that the mere erupted volcano took my sleep?
I cannot tell!

I stopped by the children playing,
The enjoyed their game so much,
It was nine halls on the earth,
Each filled with three gravels except two,
The two lied on the diagonal, and were named bank,
Turn taking in play was perfect ,
Every time before moving any gravel,
The counted halls ,
They showed delight when they won
They were disgraceful when they lost.

This brought me a lot of thoughts ,
Life is like a game,
Sometimes we win,
At times we loose ,
But since the children never stopped to play,
We do not have to stop living ,
We have to steer the wheel and keep going.

Life needs savings ,
So the children's game had a bank,
It needs strategy and skills,
That is why the children had to count  the holes before they play,
All these and more made my day,
I kept it for life,
And
I will use the gravel to educate.

The children were my teachers

I know my days on earth are few,
I will die soon,

I have no heart issues,
I have no canser ,
Not even any terminal disease,
But I will die soon,

I know I am indebted to all of the people,
All my friends,
All my enemies,
Everybody,
But I am sorry that I am going to die soon.

It will not be suicide,
I will not be accident ,
It will not be poisoning ,
I just know I will die soon.

For I know in a count of three,
Or two
Or one thousands of years lies my coarpse ,
I will die soon.

But not before I see my son marry,
Not before my wife see our last born girl get a husband,
Not before my hair lost,
All will come then when bonus come I will celebrate and die.

I know I will soon die,
I am sorry  but soon I am going to die

Will never surrender
No matter what comes my way!!!
I will say one word in my coffin,
"I achieved a lot,
Even if I failed,
A million chances ,
I met one of my goal,
Talking to the world"
Will that not be an achievement?
No?
That's your answer,
NOT MINE.

I love reading
but I find weeds in all I read,
I uproot some,
I leave some to grow with the reads
sometimes I hate what I read,
but still I read them anyway.
at times I like them,
but though rarely ,I stop immediately,
beautiful are all the reads,
beautiful are writer's,
but the weeds!?!

if you love God you say Amen
you will pass all huddles and never hurt,
you will succeed and never struggle,
you will achieve yet never stole,
a big amen guarantees all that

Fear of the unknown,
Talking to friends of my own
Robots or people? Not known.
Just fears unknown!

I met on the internet,
The first day I got to the net,
I always check poems they knit,
Beautiful and networked in the net.
Just fears over internet.

If they were people to cement
They would comment,
In fact they would compliment,
Or just pick a sentence to implement.
But they keep their content.

I am also the type,
After finishing my swipe,
I close the taps and hipe
Hoping for tomorrow for a new snippet
Just in case I be the type.

If I can just dial success,
If I could text success,
If I could peep success ,
I could do it a millions of times,
Until it responds .
How I need it,
How I feel for it!
Nkt!
But I can't ,I just hope.

I got a desire,
Burning me down,like fire
I got a feeling, like I may expire,
I feel to be ,a celebrity that may transpire,
I got a feeling burning within me!
But every time I try,
It backfires.
I retreat, I retire.
I got a desire,
I feel my hungry children,
I feel to get rich,
But everything goes wrong....
I got this dream,
I want achieved before i die.

When I sleap ,like i am doing,
I see the sky ,
So far unreachable,
Yet again the ground is so hard to contain,
I just admit to the lose ,
That I am lost ,yet nobody can find me!

God is a God of fairness
When He gave out hobbies,
He never forgot me,
He gave me a hobby,
I am a crooked cigarette smoker.
I am a writer,
I am an athlete,
I am a reader,
I am a leader ,
I am a friend of writers.
Thank you God.

I am writing this to thank God,
Because he never made me a looser
I am a winner.

One request,
God make me a man of substance,
A man the world will see,
A man a world will respect!!!

God I thank you
You have protected me,
Your taking care of me,
I am save!!!!
You gave me security!
I am happy ,
You gave me happiness!
Thank you God.
You are my LOVE!

I fought a war so tough,
Kicking and throwing my fists in air,
I used knifes and pangas,
Clamps and rods,
My fingers were strong ,
My biceps were quick,
My brain was sharp...

I trained as hard,
Did as excellent ,
Worked in orderly program.
I thought I was excelling !

Finally ,
My battle for life grew weaker,
My muscles were strained ,
My brain was stained,
I resorted to die,
I accepted to loose.

Doing great from the start,
But I died,on the finish line.
I dropped out of way,
That is why ,I ask where loosers go,
I need to go there.

I know you see me a poet,
But I am not one,
I am mathematician ,full of formulae,
I am a chemist,full of stoichometric equations.
My duty in poetry is small,
To just let out true information,
That cut into deep my heart ,
And make me crazy.
I don't think I makes me a poet,
Perhaps it makes look like,
But I feel it within me,
Flowing like tap water ,
No strain,no pressure.
But I am in the sea of mathematics,
Where the inlet and the outlet is chemistry.
So you know me.

My old shirt that I wore four years ago ,
Touches my feelings again,
I cannot fit into it,but I can force my body in,
I have a wish;to look just like I did,
To expose my muscles,
How I wish Ivyn comes around,
She bought the shirt herself,
She was my girlfriend ,
But something went wrong somewhere ,
The fateful night she stroke my heart ,
With a red hot nail,
"I don't need you anymore"
She said,
Was the same night I hang my favorite shirt,
From the day,haven't worn again...
But today I miss her,
I need her touch,
How I feel her presence in her absence,
I need her to complement me,
She should tell me how I look in my old shirt,
The one she bought.
I love her again.

My cigar awakes my sanity ...
I take a puff and I start to see,
I begin to think ,
I start to smile alone,
I regain my subconscious being .

The irony of talking to people not with me start,
I write to the dead,
They almost immediately reply,
And I begin  to own what I lack,
This makes me feel so good.

When my packet is left with two,
I begin to stress,
I see a hard time,
I regret my inabilities,
I call for more,just because i cannot live without.
I am addicted to cigarettes.

I don't know why.........
Perhaps i am yet to know,
But the people i love
Always dont seem to reply me love
Dont feel what i do,
They assume my internal emotion,
They drive me crazy,
They make me hate myself,
Perhaps i set quite big bars,
They cant make to climb...
Perhaps i look too ugly,
Perhaps i am never romantic,
But i have true emmotion!!!!!
Should i cheat to win?
Should i buy all of it?
No i dont know...
It just provokes alot anger
To be in love!!

Mere fore letter word punnish me,
Not a big deal to utter ,
But the reception pains....
No time,
No peace,
No anything ,
Just hate for love ,
Just pain for trust,
Just unkindness for patience and goodness...
I value not color,
Not size,
Not material ,
But charracter and appealing to the invisible
spirit and force...
I hate loving.
I will love no more.

I got my pen to write,
After long hours of thoughts,imagination and inspiration,
All I could write was,
"Oh my God,I got nothing better to write"
I ended my day there,feeling satisfied and okay.

My pen is pale
My pencil is blunt
My ego talks to me,
"Kirui Write anything-
As long as you paint."
I got to my notebook,
To write;
But it is tasteless......
It has no salts,
No sugar,
No not at all....
But my soul felt happy,
At least i tried.

i must be growing
day and night
because i am foolish evryday,
but
in different dimension everytime,,,,

I went before a mirror to check my aching eye,
I never saw my face,
Instead I saw my brain.
It had a very ***** thoughts of the past,
My sinful youthy character was conspicuous!
Mountains and valleys I climbed and rolled ....
I saw money I wasted in grave arrogance and ignorance,
The abject poverty I created was vast,
Debts I owe the world,in my wreckage friendship that made me a living corpse,
I am withdrawn and I lost sense.
......................
Very fast I withdrew from the mirror ,
And took my gun to shoot my brain!?,
But oh ****!!!!
I just used the last bullet to shoot my ****** past!

Do I have to be a singer to be a poet?
I bet I should have lyrics
Lines that will for always be remembered.

Should I be a good lingua
I bet I should have my diction
Words that will always speak for me

Should people's character be reflected
I bet I should have mirrors
That will remind me of every human behaviour.

But u think;
Whatever makes a poet
Is the poetic tounge.

My dad is faithfull to me
He always pound ******* my girl
At first i felt so painful and o cried
He told me not to tell my mum
I was faithful;i kept quiet.
He always tell me that i am nice
And mostly feels good in my girl
I hope he will marry me
Because he loves me so much
I am only sixteen
And he takes me out in his car
Sometimes i don't go to school
Just to go out with him.
He tells me one day;
He will take me to nairobi for one week
I long for that day

Flaming love(With Blythe)
All I need is love
But it is the true one that want to have
Let me feel thy sweetness
Make my heart be filled with happiness.
Conversing emotion
Keeping love in motion;
Vibrant hearts
Nothing hurts;
Clouds of love as huts
Without you, I'm going nuts.
If by any chance
To the rhythm of my heart, you cannot dance,
Please be true to me
And don't ever fool me,
Don't give my heart false hope
Give me some time to mope;
A piercing pain is what I'll feel
Hoping for the time when I will heal.
This is a unified work of two
Kirui and Blythe.
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Before me is my ten Shillings coin
To be true, it is the only coin in my pocket
The only food i see
The only fees i see
The only dowry i see
The only money between me and poverty!

When i try to think,
I ponder over no positive cash,
I dream big money,
I dream good live,
I want a heavy truck,
I want a fast network Internet access
I want recreational facilities

But
I
Only
Have
A ten shilling coin.

It is crazy
To think like me...
I am laughing at my thoughts
I think of these things:
What if ?, Is the question ...

What if life had a pause,
Would you press it?
Would you get tired and bravely enough pause your life then later press it on?
I am wondering how many times I would pause mine

What if life has a refreshing button
Would you press it?
Would you mess and just refresh life and golden you turn again?
I am wondering how many times I would refresh mine

What if life had reverse gear
Would you reverse it?
Would you grow that when white hair grows you just reverse to your teenage?
I am wondering how many times I would reverse mine

What if life had a replay button
Would you press it?
That you liked an incident so much that you replay it daily!
I am just wondering how many times I would replay mine

What if life had an ending button
Would you press it?
That the problem you undergo is too big,and life is too tiresome,boring and you just end it.
I am just wondering if I would ever take my hand near that button!!!

Life is spiral ...
we rotate as we climb
same as we deteriorate
We miss steps and stumble
And pour blood
And hurt because we are human!

Life is a ladder
We need to lean it fast on a wall before we climb
Hands,eyes and legss
Should be proper to use.

Life is an equation
We need a rule
To solve it!

Life is perishable
We need a greenhouse
To mould it,
For its optimum performance
Is above the threshold of might
A man can.
what if....????????

definition.
the day i defined myself as a boy
the day i defined myself a pupil
the day i defined myself a student
the day i defined myself a learner
all were the days i knew not much but myself.
today i define myself a success carrier
of course i know nothing but my will.
i sleep under my singer blankets
but still my numbed fingers won't help
but type this emo-driven piece.
my simple word stand;
my simple instruction hold
i'll leave earth for sure
but not like i came....
i came naked and helpless
under the warm,thighs where i slept
i had a meaningless dream
dedicating to God,
the dream's meaning changed
now i'm in hot pursuit of my single aimed dream,
and i will die having it at my tips.
the day i learnt to say ,'mommy;a day like this of course
was the day under plan that today i will re call it.
and very important;
my today's definition,
YES SUCCESS CARRIER I AM

i have tried,
it has not worked,
yes, i can quit,
but i feel guilty to!
yes still i can make,
but time has no marks,
to show me the ripen day!
i have just kept on the go,
hoping for heavens to open,
perhaps the right gates that i enter,
and receive a down pour;
full of love,
of success,
of luck.
for i kept on,
i'll keep on.

Body I slept,so I dreamt
I grew wings
my wings couldn't fly me
my best ideas couldn't hatch
my had work couldn't produce excellence
my steps could carry me anywhere
but all of a sudden
a whirling wind came
shook me and I shivered
my wings opened
it lifts me,
and I sore higher
my ideas hatched
my prayers were answered
out of despair to greatness.

Always fighting to please my boss in cheers,
My eyelids were flaccid
Having poured tears for long
My only shirt was tasty
Salty for my tears,
My weak posture betrayed me,
Where third parties were,
He could force threads of concern,
"Are you okay?"
Not just uttering but in a soothing caring language,
It wasn't concern but to please guests,
"No,I contracted malaria."
I had to save his good nature,
And imagine in all my honesty,
He overworked me,
His tummy needed my food
His fields needed my weeding,
His cows needed my milking,
But worst,
HIS **** NEEDED MY *****
Yet in all these,
He had a wife,
He chased his shamba boy,to add mine salary
Which was a top up of my day's meals.
In all,I stood against poverty,
And tailored my life.

Always fighting to please my boss in cheers,
My eyelids were flaccid
Having poured tears for long
My only shirt was tasty
Salty for my tears,
My weak posture betrayed me,
Where third parties were,
He could force threads of concern,
"Are you okay?"
Not just uttering but in a soothing caring language,
It wasn't concern but to please guests,
"No,I contracted malaria."
I had to save his good nature,
And imagine in all my honesty,
He overworked me,
His tummy needed my food
His fields needed my weeding,
His cows needed my milking,
But worst,
HIS **** NEEDED MY *****
Yet in all these,
He had a wife,
He chased his shamba boy,to add mine salary
Which was a top up of my day's meals.
In all,I stood against poverty,
And tailored my life.

Body I am a butterfly
Only that I don't fly
I undergo metamorphosis
Under constant change and transformation
I grow day in day out
I was an egg
Then a boy,
Crawling like a caterpillar
I turned a butterfly
And beautified with lines
And phrases of poetry
I am a butterfly that can't fly.
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there can be nothing more than you know I can tell you,
but your presence can make me remind you something you are forgetting.
there can't be nothing new I post,
but your presence remind me great friendship,
there can't be nothing good I bring forward ,
but your presence decorates the bad I post.
I've never thought before to say thank you,
but for your liking this page have not been hindered,
in total humility ,
allow me say this,
thank you for visiting this page,
and continue being with me,
I value our God given friendship.

Everything I do is destructive
Nothing I say is constructive
You always see a destructor
In me, not single a constructor.

The day you were my great friend
You talked of great a trend
In me was a super brand
A hill touching the clouds,I stood.

I haven't changed
I am the one you used to know,
Everything I used to do is what I do,
You hold no water to accuse me.

the day you left ,
grief knocked at the door.
the moments we used to share
which were golden ,
have brought me tears ,
because they linger in my small memory.
to be true ,i think of nothing else,
i , at times try to avoid thinking about you,
but all is in vain.
the music is tasteless without you,
your stories were soothing,
i loved your dimples,
i loved your physic ,and everything...
you were such a nice darling. ..
i miss you and i need you,
i am enough of nostalgia,
kindly,forget the past ,
and come back home,
i still love you.
© Kirui Cheruiyot

I bet I have lost enough ,
having worked a day to list ,
all the losses I already kissed ,
I believe I have lost enough .

the list is long,
I wonder how me it belongs ,
right from my willingness to risk,
I bet I have lost enough .

making myself courageous ,
to accepting the every single loss,
consoling myself to try one more ,
to losing again and again ,
I BET I LOST ENOUGH THIS FAR.

severally i died before,
born at the cracking grounds,
where food is smoke in absence of fire,
rain is like the donkey's horns,
and clothes like the pig's skin,
i was hardened!

my innocence got lost at one,
i knew problems from the scorching crust,
i fought with ants who chose to feest on me ,
my peace was interrupted daily,
it made me hard ,
for that i will not die soon.

i cracked through stones,
right i feel alright,i sit on a soft chair,
before a flat screen television,
trying to figure out the far i came,
the steep mountains i climbed,
it all ends in a smile. it has not been easy at all.

as i chew the soft marrow,
sweet and mouthwatering,
i find it funny,
to recal how i crashed the bones,
to survive i tried,
now i will live longer,to enjoy the fruits of my perseverance.