Just on time
And without hesitation
In a stable heartbeat
And a well calculated thesis
If you allow me.
I will write in your life
The best of story
In the best of ink
Using my well knit handwriting,
I will use my best pen
To praise and raise
Whatever and wherever
I am ready but...
my best pen pours ink!

I am a human being
I have emotion like you
I feel pain and loneliness
At times I am withdrawn
Not to add how I cry when you abuse me
I only stand on a single leg.
But real human I am

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.

My girl in my goals
The one I loved
Whose love was true
Vibrating and pulsatin
The one a day cannot go
Always in mind
Included in all my prayers
Whose love was true.

I regret my step
I evaded to my best.
She went far
I went far
We were far apart

Then Delila came
Evil and treacherous
She cheated me
In the moves of my peers
I falled for her,
Once though...
She went happy.
Her trap caught me!
She was pregnant .

Now,she is back
Set to settle,
To lead life with me
Ghosh!!!!!!!
I hate it,
She snatched the golden place
I kept save for my girl.

My heart is fire
Questions unending
Bleeding unstobable
I was wrong
Her bait got me
....
I am leading a caged life!

Better,
call ***** a *****,
Not big,a spoon,
Otherwise,NEVER.

Wah!
Hundreds of times I reflesh my phone,
to check your latest ,
I tell you,you are great
I feel...
Only that I am guilty
For nothing though
I am a poor man
I cannot speak my heart
I have the full urge
But do I ... ?

I just keep it
And
The remaining shall speak for itself!

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.

If only my words can sell
If the lines I make has emotion
If the paragraphs I create has meaning
I will be rich
And
The world shall celebrate
If only.

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 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.

I had to visit my sister
She lived a kilometre away
So I went to the 'duka'
To purchase some sugar ...

I met my aunt
Out of church on that Sunday
She was rather tired.
Her boy,young and playful
Played his game..
Sliding over clay
And he laughed so much
He liked his game.
But the mother could not bear this.
"Stop it or else....!
The rest he knew.
"I hate you mommy,
You always shout at me!"
The boy was never happy.

We parted ,and I hurriedly paced away
To my sister's place.
She was out in the gardens
And she came
Her two boys were a mess
They happily made their cars
Out of clay ...
Their field was the table
Flat and smooth
They drove happily .
"Stop it,or else..."
The boys cried,
Sign of in satisfaction
I felt sorry for the engineers.
They hated their mother.

I learnt a good lesson that muddy Sunday.

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.

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 love my whoever
All,I shall have to recover
I planned alot to cover
Worked day and night but I couldn't deliver
I thought that I was clever
To work as an undergound driver
The results I expected,wherever
But in each case whatever,
There was a downfall forever
I decided to hold on moreover
And keep to the current ever
For it was my best thing to discover
That women are the same wherever
In my case,I love my whoever

Stop it!
Kindly stop it!
Let me be Sincere
Headache you cause me severe
I am a child of God
And I believe in God
I am bound by ten commandments
And I keep them in my apartments
So please get it right
The way I am,I am alright
The ****,your snaps
My whatsup,give me hot slaps
Sensation cutting across
I swallow in your miasma,
Like I will carry my cross
Stop injecting me poison
Because
You are soon making me sin!

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 "

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

You are like sleep
When you are away my body function normally
And I always plan to assume you
When I see you
My  mind turns a factory
Producing sweet phrases unending
My heart pours emotion unstoppable
And my mouth pours words sequentially
No time to think of assumption
Left!

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.

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.

let's see love
let's spell love
let's talk love
let's love one another.

I saw love long time ago.
when I was nothing but I felt something In me.
it was like a motion in my blood.
I used to admire my feelings,
it was so good.

those days I woke up early to see the Sun,
in it's blinding light I saw you.
you could always smile and towards me you could always come.
opening my arms to hug ,you always disappeared and I was left to smile.
I could see the moon  laugh at me
before you mysteriously appear and tell me,
"my love,worry not I'm here for you!"

imagine how I always loved to hug you.
how I would always be near you
how I always bought 'a gift ' for you.
baby;I need you back.

today
I just miss you.
I just need you.
I just smell you.
I just hope you.

if this write has to trend,
let it not if you will not read.
my love.
spell love for me.
L .O.V .E

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.

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

a jobless lad sited waiting for a meal,
loud he thinks
''what a living is this;
sort of a disgrace i am,
my grades and past life expectations were these?''
seriously he studied ,hoping a future,
he  struggled and went without meals at times,
but to his disbelief in the future he saw as bright,
there was no meal!
he is still seated waiting for his dream to come pass,
perhaps his dish,
and something for the child!

I accidentally deleted my poem entitled
"Honestly"
It was trending and really pleasing to me...how can I get a copy?

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.
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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.

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

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

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

Life problems
Wrong answers we give,
Heartbreak,
Wrong choices
Constitutes the longest poems we can ever write.

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

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.

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!!

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...