In seven days of the week
My mind got weak
Tired of dancing with the coin,
learning a lot that seemed vain
Monday to Sunday was the count
That made what i called my week
Full of stressing probability math .

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

For whatever it means
I am trending
Growing popular ever since
Though For silly bendings
In my class seven
I made a mark
My village felt my presence
I had **** in my pants
But I was young
In my class eight I scored very well
I was known throughout the division
The young knew my home
In my highschool I was the worst prefect
And the whole district schools knew it
In my university once again
Many are surprised
And my name is trending now
...
My nickname is everywhere
What a ****?!
This famous nature of life
Is taking me somewhere.

Once so sweet a valentines
People all over felt the good a day
They travelled far and wide
Like me,we enjoyed in the grasslands
Where the birds made our day
They had several tunes
They danced lovely and it was wow
We talked out of mind
We forgot ourselves at some instances
We were jovial
........
Like unfair is the world
My friend broke up with her madam
His full expectations of the day crushed
She was in her best clad
Out with another one...
Who she thought was her hubby
Yet
The next valentines ,
She will be out with another one
Because ,history repeat itself
......
For whoever enjoyed and
Built love
And whoever broke in heart,
Valentines is one day in one year
Let's come together and work like one
For the world needs us
And it is about working to meet our goals
Not about leading a remorseful life.
......
Post valentines

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.

In only one day
A sad story for days
Can end.
In only one day
A very tiring work pays
There in problems end.
In only one day
Success in failure lay
And then theories of  good life end.
In only one day
Truth shall stay
And in your life,there shall remain no bend.

All are sure if we keep hope in our lives
If we keep pressing hard even if sad we live
If our passion is success
If love shall keep us together
If we never stop working for success
I believe one day
Each one of us shall register a smile of success and say
"Today was my day "

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

My old left
Yes, mine life is new
I am leading it my version
I worry why you mind my fashion
I'm not a Night runner
So why question my manner?
It may,yes frivolous
But I see it fabulous
Me to construct
Humble and instruct
A proud,and authoritative sight
I care not a slight
Not to say fright !
Because I am new
And my old left a day I forgot !

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.

You being away make me think
I ponder far too wide
If for once I will make to you

I thought of calling you
I bought enough credit for us to speak
But unfortunately you had no phone.

I wrote a letter for you
I wrapped it well in an expensive envelope
I wrote your name on top of it
For real love I felt.
I was to send you,but I had no address

I thought for a whole day
I decided to drop to the air
For the wind to bring it to you
It fall back to me,it was a calmed day

I duplicated the piece
I believe you will get them all
One I tied to a dove
And I gave it instructions ,
Perhaps you got that one

I dropped one in the fast flowing R Nile
After wrapping it in a polythene
For in water it be save
Believe me,fetch it with water.

I burned another one to ashes
And blew it in four cardinal directions
And believe me,
Sincerely I hope you got my message

For in love crazy I do
Insanely I behave
But
My medicine is yours love
Nothing more.

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.

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'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.

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.

Up the ladder?
Be careful
A million are dying to climb
Some are wishing to pull you down
Many would wish that you fall
A sincere heart,rare though,is wishing you the best

If you are a celeb
Be careful
For in anger
You sacrifice a fan
And
Not enough though
Influence ignites
Influence against not for!

Wall cracking?
Don't share that story
Your enemy knows that .
Just correct and by surprise,
You get them off the odds!
They will fall,
To a folly trap
In your wisdom

Receiving curses ?
Reply good
Let people read none sense
In your sense
Be thankful for you will hurt them
They missed a point
They wanted a figtht ?
Give them peace !
They fail their mission

If life give you thousand odds
But only one reason good
Cling to the one
Linger the one in mind
Refuse the odds
And your missions
Will never fail.

Slow is the pace
Speed can be a mess
Care is the virtue!
To my friends

I hadn't known of ink,
I therefore used my pencil that was pink,
I wrote in no blink,
For I was sure errors made my story stink,
I then cared less,as of now I think,
Maybe because my pencil had a rubber.

I wrote about our life
In mind were you,as my wife
it was love and I was careful
A promise of God made me fearful
In dear respect,i tried to keep you
Nowdays i choose to keep the ewe
I had planned to pay as dowry.

My handwriting for once wes appealing
I was writing about true love in the sealing
Life ahead was auspicious
I used a pencil not for being suspicious
My lack of knowledge saved me the begotten
Had i used ink i wouldn't have forgotten
The day you turned against my plans
So good were mine plans
The reason was real
You broke mine heart,I rubbed the deal.
I hope you will learn,
That you had my whole heart,for you had earned
But now you are history ,
And I really feel sorry.

For I have known for years
That with money I can own ears
I can get the criminals bow
Whatever things I do,earns automatic show
Everybody show respect, for money is great
This is what people think is grate
But alas!
The money do not make water flow against the gravity in a stream
So for money is like steam
Hot and burning
But still cunning
Everything fake is money,
not true and sweet as honey!

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.

It is striking twelve
I'm still awake,
Reading,poems ,so sweet
I am lost
My emotion have carried me
I am in the forest
Fighting with the lions
The giraffes are playing
The elephants are friendly
I am lost
I am dancing with the spirits
They make me forget myself
The move so nice
The hymns are so good
The keyboard strokes are wonderful
I am lost
I am climbing mountains
I am skating on ice
I am doing everything when I read your poems
Each peace move my emotion
Each has a good place in me
The only problem
I'm forgoing sleep to read
I am lost
Lost and lost for real.

Heavens know who I was to be!
And I am

My heart is my pen
Ink is poured emotion
I will stop writing one day
That is one way
when my pen shall stop working
Or
When my ink run empty.

Rain drops showers me and I love them
They hide my tears and wash my face
They shake my muscles and I love it
They hide my fears that shake me.

For years as it rains
I walked in the rain during downpours
I loved the scences in the rain
And maybe my success lied there...

People liked to see me wet my shirt
In showers that were tears
I kept crying for long,
And I grew a skekoton
I became a center of interest
And I was shy

But like hope rain fell
And I was a sprout of hope!
As i lead my life,
As I live it,
Whatever the course ,
I know in the begining I was nothing ...
Then HOPE sprouted in my skeleton

Today I have thought wonders
Miracles as said went with Christ
But no,
They exist.
I found two flowers chating:
Rose:sunflower I am worried my
         friend,valentines day is approaching so fast!
Sunflower:but why my friend?
                   The world is fine ,it rains
We got fertilised ,we blossom and many more goods.
You see....
Rose:No!first of all I hate what you call rain or fertilizer, I can choose to end my life before this Valentines...
Sunflower: (laughing,Hahahaaaa,do not be stressed my dear,lead a promising life,you are beautiful,lovable,girlish and whatever great terminology dear.
So why......?
Rose:stop it,that is my problem now...the pick me and give me to their so called lovers,
As if not enough,they uproot my sidlings ...just advice me.
Rose:I am sorry my friend but can  you talk with your customers they come for some this valentines?
I bet it sound nice to be loved like you!

The situations pressing hard
Are
The same situations that make others happy
Be cool and accept your being
You are great!
Accept everything in your life
Take problem as challenges
Make success out of them
And
Testimonies that stand
Shall prove your winning!
Believe me

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?

I think I am smart
I am good for art
I should go before a mirror!

Many times look
Turning and turning
Around and once again

I am content
I must be a spice
To make it a day!

I thought !
One,two ....thousand ,million
Agh!

Is it the call I received?!
The cite I visited?!
I was worried.

"Hey son,
Fear not,
It is the science of reflection ,
The mirror before you
Is broken!

My day was ruined!

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.

B4 I go 2 bed
B4 I sleep 2day
B4 I dream 2night
I have 2 ask God
2 bless you b4 2moro
2 guard you 4rom you enemies
2 give you the wishes of your heart.
Blessed nyt
Jnr.

I was conceived
when my parents recited a love poem together,
my mother then spent nine months when a poet was growing in her womb,
nowadays my mother ask me ,
"Son,where did you picked this bad character of description ?"
And my answer is one sentence
"Dear mother,you recited a poem the day I was cconceived"
"How?"
"The bed and the talk made the hymn"
Smiling rather sad,
"Go out and don't come in again"
But my heart describes anything
The sun
The moon
Air
Emotion and everything
To say,that come my sight
I call it
A poet character.

My fist so small,It cannot roll a ball,
For I just grow tall,
But never waity at all!

When life go tough,
And all i afford is a cough,
I go out to plough,
Out of the fields I come with flour.

My fist so weak
I depend on it though,
Life to face so courageous
And make achievements
Out of my small fist!

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.

My people
Yet is my time
I will do to my best
From my bottom of the heart
I feel for your lose
My instinct has shown me success
You just need to confirm me
Place me on the lane
I will run with them
Strategically,I am well
I see success on our way
Just point me,
I will knell to wipe your shoes
God given and I shall serve you Godly
Holly and closely I am going to be
Just for the grace and away from grass
In the cocoon of a sweet man
Lies a goon
And it is only good time
To define the "good man"
He eats dead meat
He drinks blood
He sweeps the flow after visitors
He is a scavenger in a good coat
A linen shirt
A shoe that is costly
A sweet word that has hidden shame
A man of hollines in hell
A man respected and honoured by Satan
A man of no example
A real scavenger

Machines describe the current world
And people are turning machines
They no longer feel
They just do as per their own commands
They use their lone thoughts
They process both good and bad
They are headed for hell
They no longer have love
They are no longer sorry
They no longer have understanding
Human are no longer humane
They work on grudges
*** for that is their game
Garbage in garbage out is their key
Old men waste girls
Young boys are used by grandmothers
The world is dominated by senseless individuals
Who still are careless
I wonder if alone I see this !!!
Let us come back to ourselves people
Let's search humanity
And
Perhaps a better future shall stand

Happy happy happy
Happy happy happy
Happy valentines
Happy happy happy
Happy happy happy
Happy valentines
Dear lovers
.

I am no more
Or I have no more
Let me say,this wall is expensive
Or cheap but to me,expensive
That my words are exhausted
My dictionary has opened its last pages
But still I haven't achieved my goals
I'm still in need of fiction
A diction that describe my hurting heart .
That can stop my blood sweating body
And cover my burning head .
Perhaps I'm still young
But growing older than my age.
And
Sooner than I think I'll be a granny .
It's somewhat awkward to think
But
My mind can't stop racing.

Like they said
Every dog has its day
Yes,for in truth I am heading hell

Two years ago
I was a junior youth
I believed in myself
I was a model
And like a good one,
I acted.

One year down the line
Last year to say,
I felt the fruits,
Bitter pepper.
I had to hold my heart still
And like a man,
I had to withdraw from the fight
I failed to prove,of my ability

Now, I am back
Today awake but weak in bones
My spirit still push me forward
That still I have to fight .
I have no option
Whatever it takes
Good or bad,
I am going back to the ring !!!

I have schemes
Hope non would let me down
My settlement went successful
Hopefully, the rest will follow suite
I am awake
And will fight to win.
My single,the aim.

Thank you for reading this one,
I just felt like telling you this ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You are great,and I am grateful for you.
Kirui frank junior.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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....????????

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 have little about life
Maybe on a count of two
Not because I've not lived it well ,
In fact, I find it ambiguous not to classify it.

Sweet is life
It is a choice to lead it sweet,
A stress free life,
Choosing to count blessings
Celebrating success
Avoiding strainous activities
Life of optimists, life that has prosperity

Life can be pepper
Not sweet but boring
Strainous and tiring
Long and unending
Life of pessimists, life that has no direction.

In short,life is a choice
You live it or leave it
You decorate it or deteriorate it
You blossom it or just leave it dry.

I call it life,a personal choice

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.

HE WAS CRAZY

He could wake in the middle of the night
To flow his trumpet of life
He called it success
He ate dirt
He sang a dirge
He had forgotten himself
He wore rags and smeared **** on his face
He was too emotional too
He could cry a lot
Painful!
There were times,
He sat down, sick and helpless
He could open his mouth to speak but
No word he could utter
Bitter tears
Rolled
He felt pain
He was a human being
He had emotions to share to somebody
People feared him so much
They ran away from him
He suffered
Occasionally he recovered
He could call me, to visit him
I felt uneasy and pity could strike my heart
I felt a lot of pain in myself
Tears rolled down my cheeks
I was young and helpless
Hands very rough
He used them to wipe my small cheeks
I felt love then
He was a caring father
Who felt and worked for his greatness
But one day on a fateful afternoon
He was fencing his garden
He ran mad
Insanity!
And his life
Took another dimension
He was forced to lead a rough life
To live like animals,
No rest
No shades
No comfort ability of mind
He enjoyed being rained on, because he forgot himself
He contracted cold, he needed no medics
He was out of mind
He suffered
He made no mistake
He worked to earn, and out sweat he ate
He had no sin or dirt
He will have a second live, to revenge.
He was my lovely father honorable Kosgei.
Who led a miserable life so long
And
Finally
Died a painful death indescribable
R.I.P DAD

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"

Mr nice can be my name
Cool and conducive to learn
Smart and neat
My sweat heal plants
It can heal human wounds
But living things avoid me
Save for plants
They know me as cold
Biting the skin
Killing the chicks
And slowing germination
The choose to waste my cool and good nature
And at times I get angry
I go off and my brother takes duty
And they call me better
They cry again
I pity them anyway
But I think they should avoid confusion
And work even harder when on duty

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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