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.

By the grace of His Mighty
Him who raised me from grass
I will die,
My dead shall describe the lines
He was a world class poet
As an artist he touched the world
By His grace and mercies
He made someone somewhere
somewhat get a reason to live.
My eulogy precise
As such
I will be burried
But happy in spirits,
my work shall live for eternity .
Shall touch for eternity
Many shall live my life
They shall see what I saw
Feel what I felt
And talk what I talked
Some will visit my graveyard
To commemorate this great friend
Who lived centuries ago...
Then I will no more exist
My spirits shall be pleased wherever
And maybe
My hot springs
Shall erupt
And many shall be of me
Shall be by me
And still for me!
For this is a call
A wish maybe,
Him the great God
Grants calls of heart.
For now call me my name.

The world is being reduced to emptiness
Two or less
Shall miss a breathe a day
And the world
Shall go empty
The virus
Is not practically tested
It is a wonder!
And
To save people
Be a role model
The virus
Is "****!"

It's funny how I find myself
Only to realize I got lost many years ago
A star I saw
Within were a million stars
In them was one star furthest of all.
I closed my eyes,
And so the earth was changed
Dark and unending glories
Light and unending agonies
I saw big people
And amongst them a leader.
He was not good,
He was loved by all
Somewhat they loved something in him
Overgrown stomachs
Overflown accounts,
And bright faces....
I saw myself seated at a corner
In rags and begging...
I was tempted to ask a question
And sure I did,
"Are we on a fair world?"
It was amusing maybe,
They all laughed in tears
And in unity they answered me
"This world belong to a few,
And the rest are ment to serve them!"
My heart leapt in pain.
"I was," the rest"they talked about
Peanut salary,meagre income ...
Work incomparable
Worshiping the lords
Speaking their words
Dancing their song
Playing their rhythm!

I felt tired,
I wanted to open my eyes
But still I was held up

"Boy,keep hope,
One day,you will make it
Brag not,cry no more  ,
Keep faith and work your best,
You are going to make it."
The furthest star spoke!

I finally opened my eyes,
I found myself
I realized I was lost.

Love like real
Doves who act real
Together like one
For truth you are one
Behaving lovebirds
Innocent like two lovely birds
Wasting time together
Because each is for the other
For you love each other
And you only 'know' each other .
Call it affectionate
For really it is affectionate.

I'm in class
Attending lessons
And today
Unique like other days,
I've learned,
That,
"Best is less"
And
"Brief is complete"
I like my lessons

I like this,
Or
Maybe I love it,
"I am bent,not Broken!"
A token of my day
I call it.

Life like ***
Round bottomed
An open head.
Seeing the opportunity
But alas!
No ear to listen
No eye to see
No nose to smell
No mouth to taste

Round bottomed
No leg to stand
Three stone support to make it!
Just because
Life turned too hard

Diseases
Wickedness and horror
Starvation
Economical and expensive
The body hardened living
But so unfortunate
Other organs were lost
As such,
Life turn a toy ***!
And more worse
It can crack and die

How happy I turned.
A percel ,good looking and nice
My name embossed in bold
A surprise!
Nothing inside
But poured blessings
I was,
my day changed.

In life I roll inside a ball
A ball cracked,rough but round
Shaking and hurting
In depth shock absorbing
My skin feels
I call upon you
Be careful not to stumble upon my house
My journey is still long
More risky still
Be careful not to trample upon me.
I WILL DIE

Too many questions
Not a single person to answer
So
I keep them still.

Early before the **** crows
I woke up to sing,"grow"
Grow grow grow
Grow Kirui grow
Grow and be a doctor grow
Grow grow grow.
And my mother could spent time
Gazing at me..
Could it be spirits ?
She could ask but never did she!
I was tuned and steared
I knew nothing but my song
Grow grow grow.
The world has constantly made me go back sing.
Grow grow grow.
I sing to restore hope
To enrich my faith ..
Grow grow grow!

If God gave me life
Life not appealing to those I love
I bet He should take it back soon.
But if by any form of Ill heart
Somebody causes unstable relationship,
With those I love,....
It's my prayer they live long
So they see how I shall progress in life...
Meaningless I sound maybe
But every word,I mean.

I call it a venom
Highest and ranked
It kills better than bad poison.
The power of breakup
Heartbreak,
I pray it does not come again .
It brought stress in my life
It came with worse dreams
I fought with the unknown
I call it the power of heartbreak.

I curse it
That it may not befell anyone because if the pain I felt
It causes,I better stay without love to avoid heartbreak.
The strain of mind
The rhetoric questions
The waste of emotions
The blame
The excuse
The tiredness...
I hate it ,i hate it

I will do the impossible
After all nothing before a man is impossible
Like hate may wish to occupy your heart,
The golden space in my heart is ever for your love.
When you think you moved over
I think I am in love
When you constantly replace
I will keep on holding to you
When your choices will hold no more water
You will see my heart overflown with love.
You shall have no option...
I will show you my real girl
My many years lover
And it shall still be you!
Learn by my words
They are not just
Lines...

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.

dangerous pitfalls
I call it pitfalls
Because in,people fall
Engineers, doctors and lawyers
Have fallen and covered by the layers
The poor and the rich alike
Fallen and choked by spikes

We call it recreation
Which has caused fallen creation .
***** mark to leave
In how precious we live
Pitfall of drugs
In pleasure we get in a drag
Alcohols and bhang
****** and madrax
Cigarette and ****
All were traps
My worry is how they strap
And make people their prey
I fear going astray
And make a choice to pray
Calling ***** a *****
Thus pithfalls I evade.

I wrote to you,
You wrote back in no time
And I felt the reality in your sentences
My first letter
"Baby I need you,I miss you please make a point we have a date"
You replied,
"I am quite busy and a little bit broke for a date now,I don't know what you can do"
I replied
"Its alright my dear ,but please do not quiet to that extent of not greeting me,I need hear you"
You replied
"Maybe you should do that instead"
I replied
"But baby you sound harsh,I mean love,I love you and you are my only one, nobody else in my life...sincere!
You replied
"There is no love between us,there is just time wastage in between"
I replied
"Don't **** me,my instinct touched and held you for a decade now"
You replied
"That was  false,kindly know that no thread lie between us"
The only problem
My silent letters
Are running within my head..

Sitting and talking
In full concern and interest
This old man opened his heart ,
"My son,listen and listen keenly
Bow or be on your knees and kneel
For respect you give,
Do not fight the aged
For old is gold..
Humility pays,
Be careful to keep your secrets
Or your kitten will be eaten
And your house brought to disorder ,
Keep love in your heart
And don't go past the gate when you mess
Kindly back and apologize"
Just for ten minutes
And I was lost...
For parables he spoke

Loi! loi! loi!
the children sing
Hey **!hey **!
they swing
Hurray! Hurray!
They win!
They win!

Good morning everyone ?
Mrs Morning phrase
Who in dear concern
Of her pupils,
Came the first one every morning
To great us,
To share her last night dream
To make us think like analysts
Always reminding us how life was tough
And how we should respond and too,be tough
For she believed that
"Success belong to the tough only"
Those who persevere
Whose severe headache gave them strength to move on,
As she constantly said,
"Press on my kids ,when life turn hard,
Press even harder .
When things don't seem to happen,
Press again the hardest
Say all is well
See that all is well
And soon the wall shall weaken
The power of your hardworking
Shall pay you then,
And alright shall all be."
She talked like a mother
Perhaps she was one...
She was simple
She made great of my tender age
And guess what?
Her lessons thrives in me.
So call me hard
I always survive my challenges
Even those people believe,
Could be higher,invincible to me.
Pick something
Stir up somebody
And earn eternal wish of thankful heart
Like Mrs Morning .

Palm on the cheek
Wondering over my next week
Will my body remain weak?

Skin complexion turned yellow
Especially near my elbow
Will I get medicine in Moscow?

Brain full of questions
Rhetoric kind of questions
Will problems come to completion?

To sum it all I am alone
Pondering all over my bone
Will supper be made of this scone?

A week old,
Seven days like gold
Meeting young and old
Whose poems are worth gold.
Before,I  was cold
But this page made me bold
Now,I think like a poet
Act like a one
And write like one !
A round of applause for me?
Let me see it...
Will soon be back to check it.

A week old,
Seven days like gold
Meeting young and old
Whose poems are worth gold.
Before,I  was cold
But this page made me bold
Now,I think like a poet
Act like a one
And write like one !
A round of applause for me?
Let me see it...
Will soon be back to check it.

My slow paced motion
Make me feel the power of my lotion
Make me hear the rhythms of my strides
Make me think in the poetry pride
And I feel alright
I may be lost
But then I must post
That whoever minds me
Should know I am alright wherever
And sooner trace my foot prints
Because I am bored
In the lone store of boredom.

This nose was an overgrowth
It smells bad,denying me health

This ear was an overgrowth
It hears bad denying me peace

This eye was an overgrowth
It sees the wrong making me to sin

This mouth was an overgrowth
It pours saliver over dead meat,making me to eat bad

This ***** was an overgrowth
It errects over beautiful thighs, making me go insane

This legs were overgrowths
They take me to sin leaving my heart
To fight within my ribcage

After all the overgrowths bring me stress and strain
Not even half do I need
I need full chop of them

I will have ethernal life
Eternal peace
Eternal love
Eternal security
And eternal happinness.

This mark of hatred
You left over my skin
Refused to heal
Years that went
It refused pain to cease
It hurt and makes me cry
In times of joy,

All of a sudden I cry
Just for rewinding
What happened days ago
Was it a curse?

I leave a spell over it
And when I die,
I hope this pain will end!
The pain you left over me

This scar,
Will make my spirit fight you
Over eternity!

Give me a single chance
And my story will be different
I will use shakes Spears' language
And all shall bow for me

Give me a single chance,
And my story will be different
I will wear the jeans I left unwashed
It makes me look slender

Give me a single chance
And my story will be different
I will write my best handwriting
It will please your sight

Give me a single chance
And my story will be different
I will perform like never before
I know you will like it

.......

My sincere request
And my heart stands it well
That you poke me
Always I mess you
Not for anything bad
But to remind me of the life I live
Pleasing but temporary
Nice but short
Poke me right there I mess
To help me change.

Do not forget
To share this story
Entitled bedtime story
Do it in your style
Don't let anyone know your story
The reason is best known to you
You alone.

Empty page
Full of innocence
Young ,fresh and tender
Yet you call them fools

Playing in soft clay
Running over muddy water
Happy in dirt
Young ,fresh and tender
Yet you call them fools

Mind ready to receive
Bad or good all the same
Mission accomplished,
The empty cells occupied,
But the sequence begins
The consequences of your teachings.
Young ,fresh and tender
Yet you call them fools.

I am lost inside a small center
Exhaust fumes full off smoke
Sounds everywhere
Generators
Moto mobiles
Crying children
Talks and music
Fully confused...
I start counting...
One
Two
Three
Four...and so on
I tell you,less than four tycoons
Millionaires amidst hustlers
I know of them,
Humble backhrounds great achievement
Then how many are within here,
Thoughts alike?
Perhaps all of these people
Or alone I think of this !!!!
Society mixed up

A man like a man
But not a man,
Of thoughts similar to that of a man
But not those of a man
Broader and deeper,
Silly and flexible and less serious though
Not an analyst,
But alike and analyses lines and verses
Is here,
Hearing the call of his heart
Talking alone
But not insane,
Is a poet.
An example of an extra man.
Talks with emotion
Possessed by feelings of description
"Lost" but not lost.
Lost in thoughts
Is a poet,
If they like jokes and hate too much
If immediately the stop talking
Please bear with them
They hate real and like fantasy.

Tell me
How my morning could be
If I wake up
To miss my daily poem from hello poetry
To miss my cool rnb music selection
Or to find my phone off
Or stolen
....
When I miss my daily poem,
I will have a late break first
If I miss my music
I will sing alone at work
If my phone is off
I will remain stressed.
....
My joy,my daily food
Vybes  ,lines and verses
Obsessed .

Love is worth emotion
It's worth talking and sharing
Silence is a weapon to weaken love....
Money is not enough to make a real girl say honey
Money is not enough to make real love shutter
Money is not enough to make real lovers move on
And hang around with other guys. ...
No man is worth perfect enough....
But real love affects eternity.
If I ever touched your heart,remember I am still myself.
If I hurted you,think of how I did ...
Be real not fake
Jnr

"I love you too,"was a verse that made my heart lept
It now makes me regret
For had it been the otherwise ,
I would have moved on.
And moved far,
Further than my eye could see
like an item of value
Gold of heart ,that I treasured
Something I valued,more than money
Someone who could hurt me
But still I felt great for her,
Who could make me forget myself
In whatever small she had
Now I miss her wholly
She vanished and disappeared for good
No message ,
No call
Not even a flash back
I miss her seriously
My heart needs her
And it aches
I call it  ,"ache in love"

Like my great grandfather lived
A Century ago
Still I am coiled
Inside a rocket,grass thatched roof,
Aged like my community
Yet I hold a degree in Pure maths
We call it norms
And respect them ,
Yet we think we embrace change!

I'm just wondering if other houses burn
I've been pondering for quite a length
Please help me over this ...

The world is against me
It cannot see how I struggle day and night
In this my windows are on fire .
And preventing my exploration

My head is full of smoke
Ain't sure either ,I feel my brain has dead cells
Because I cannot remember like before
I fail mathematics, yet I was a high school master of the subject
My set lights are on fire,rescue please

My emotion is the center of massacre
I hate all I loved,I just pump it love
No peace
No security,an atomic bomb,yet to burst
And my heart is on fire,where can the brigade be?

My stomachache is worsen ,
Turning porridge, and hot
Perhaps I ate hot food,that never went cool
Noises it produces,enough to awake my pal,
I tell you,my house is on fire
Immediately inform the fire fighters.

She went to her parents
And she forgot,
That behind she left me waiting!
The daily messaging
Went with her
my daily calls were forgotten
Her cute voice,full of real sweet
Went with her
My good morning messages
She forgot maybe
My true love she forgot as well
or she craves for me alike
And thinks like me,I forgot her
Can it be?
She knows why...
She is so silent
She hides behind the mountains
She went three days after the night we spent at my place
Leaving me begging for more
Asking the spirits to connect us.
To make her disturbed
And search for my soul...
For mine remains to 'google'
But the internet load slow
Yet I need the love of my heart .
Yet I need her by my side.
I avoid this feeling
And you know it
That she might have m.o.v.e.d o.n
I hate it,she cannot leave me
I take heart anyway.

When you feel I am about to write about you
And indeed I write about you
Like you felt I was to write about you
Then for real I wrote you story
You are abnormal,
Because you have an extra sense *****.
And I call it
Abnormality sense.

Yes I know
Of all i need
Under the sky
You
And like nobody within
Rendering a good place in me
Entirely winning over me
Are
Mercilessly crashing my heart
In a sign of love untold
Not like anybody
Envelopes written
Mine
YOU ARE MINE!

In the middle of my dreams
You visit Me and I scream
You call my name
"Cherûyot!"
Like you did years ago,
Sweating and shaking
I wake,
Just to miss you
I start crying,going against the norm
I recall you heartfelt love
Your ever caressing hands
Your sweet laughter
....your promises unmet
Perhaps your death was untimely
Perhaps you left us so early
Dad,I loved you like nobody
I needed you like nobody
We valued you like nothing
We could get gold to keep you
An extra second
But
We respect the plans of God.
Your soul be pleased wherever
Your spirits be appeased wherever
Dad rest in peace
REST IN ETERNAL PEACE.

I got to go back to school
To learn the alphabets
I got to learn numbers
I got to know summation
For thereafter
I will earn money
I will bank money
I will be out of poverty
I will shift from level to level
From grass thatched roof to a tiles
From a muddy floors to cemented
I will grow a stomach
And get better clothes
I will invest in business
And earn million dollars
I will sit with the reputable
I got to go back
I got to go back to school

I got enough peer and so I had excess
I wail past the busy street
Irritation I cause
My shilling ,caused me the fracus
And now?
I am in jail
..................
Strained and stressed
Lonely and whole
I feel all alone
Tormented by spirits
My head could burst
.....................
The cost of my shilling
Hangovers and tiredness
Vomiting hard and chest pains
Stomach ache and nausea
All,the cost of my shillings
......................
I am in jail
The prison of lone suffering
Serenaded by by the walls of loneliness
I call it the cost of my shilling.

Glory glory glory
Turn around ,my dear
We got to glorify our day
Before we part
Oh mighty
You are pretty enough
Your beauty make a leap of my heart
Your eyes make me lost
I feel I own every beauty in you
You were just made for me
Like I was made for you
We are the best suite
We like,a white shirt in black
Completed in a red tie
Remember
The wolves that surround us
Are craving to part us
So that their goals of heart
***** aims and prospects succeed
Beware
Call me when you miss me
Say my name aloud
Get the sweet dolly I bought you
My instinct shall respond
I will be right there.
I keep more for you
In our cupboard of excellence
So please don't stop
Don't stop coming for more.
You hear me?
Don't stop coming for more.

One day
Full of fantasy
Covers years of distress

One day
Full of reality
Make years of fantasy important

What else?
Hope your day met you strong
That the wind torn not your shirt
That rain wet not your bedding
And happiness took control
Now you hold on
In the peace of mind and heart
But if in pieces
Recollect hope anyway
For this is earth
Full of spikes to keep you watch out
Full of false to keep you work for true
Full of fake to keep you search for genuine
Friends like traps
Turning wolves upon realising their goals
Leaving you heartbroken
But if you met today odd
Or good
Or fair
Call it a day
Know that better waits for tomorrow
Well,be set.
But before I leave you to sleep,
Have a wish
"GOODNIGHT"

Love is a flame
Consuming two souls,And
Melting them to one
But
Only when it is real and true

Fake love is *****
Dusty and rusty
Boring and tiring
It is lengthy
That hours don't elapse
Days are months and months are years

True love is nice
Sweet and short
Everyday ends early
And every night is short
Years are months and months are days...days elapse like hours

I hate fake love

I love true love

But I do?
I do follow my heart

So,
"dear my heart lead me to whoever has true love"
Because to quench my thirst,
Clean is paramount.

Small and loved by all
Young and innocent
Bright and fluorescing
No guilt,no sin
True laughter, trigged by hormones
True crying
Always genuine
Never fake feelings
Smiling at the sky
Wondering what the birds are
Close to mother,and sister
Only two people caring to it
To tell nonesence and sounds,
"Ma-ma,te-ta,ne-ly"
And more
Caring to aid the stand
To clean the poo
To change cloths after the ***
To catch a bird and give it
Proud to see it smile
Happy to hear the first syllable come out
"Hahahaa it has talked,!"
The claim colours the day.
I value children
I value mothers
I value sisters
Like a small child

Small and loved by all
Young and innocent
Bright and fluorescing
No guilt,no sin
True laughter, trigged by hormones
True crying
Always genuine
Never fake feelings
Smiling at the sky
Wondering what the birds are
Close to mother,and sister
Only two people caring to it
To tell nonesence and sounds,
"Ma-ma,te-ta,ne-ly"
And more
Caring to aid the stand
To clean the poo
To change cloths after the ***
To catch a bird and give it
Proud to see it smile
Happy to hear the first syllable come out
"Hahahaa it has talked,!"
The claim colours the day.
I value children
I value mothers
I value sisters
Like a small child