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.

Heavens know who I was to be!
And I am

under abject poverty ,
  receivership and unproductivity
    retardation and helpless behavior
      rowdy dull and gloomy
          always silent and stressed,
no hope for a better life.
poor and today my feelings are strong to believe!
  that if sickness befall me,
    I will die on my rags of bedding
       since for sure,
           I have nothing to call mine,
              apart from this poverty that has chose to follow me.
whatever the case ,I have accepted my situation!
train of debts ....frustration and depression!
only the heavens knows why!

On the way I come
Highway that jam
Fumes and smoke
Outskirts of a town
Worries and strain
Cars up and down
Headache a spark!
I call it my travel
Inside a matatu van
Heating and boiling us
Or me
I be specific
No music to flow
This is turning rough
Maybe
Next time
I should be on my person

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 .

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.

from the beginning ,I had a zeal
the one I always kept sealed
not one,even my closest friend could peel
I knew how it could ruin my deal.
so like I lived to thrill
people thought I was silly still
but mine secrets were not to spill
I knew there were thieves to steal.

now that I hide no more,
and my passion has come out real
I am keeping it steel
for it is the only way to keep it shine like a drill

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.

poetry is a drink,
sweet and addictive.
poetry is fire,
in flames and burning.
poetry is song,
sweet and with chorus.
poetry is everything i know!
better than money,
sweet as honey.

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 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.

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

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.

Life has gone too fast
It made me a big tortoise
Now
I am a tourist attraction point
But still I believe
That
All will be OK.
Qwan imam

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

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?

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

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.

Charles Taylor
6 days ago      5 days ago
love true
I love you
I love you because it is you
I love you because I love you
I love you because you are really smart
I love you today, tomorrow and
Forever.
Love me back because true love is mine love
And protect me love dear
My love is effortless
And
Meaningless is life
Without you...
My first poem
Regards
Love!
#love

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!

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

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.

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

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 here a poet
And like I do,
Someone messaged me
Like a friend ,I replied
She gave me her mail
That she had an important story to share
Like a man,I gave her mine
She was thankful
But soon she turned a refugee
Under refuge in Senegal
And desperate for help
She asked my occupation
She asked my account details
She asked for my support to transact
$55000
I refused all of them
Now she needs money
To come and meet me on Kenya.
I went ahead
To check her account in here
And she had a one COPY PASTED POEM,
And she was got,
If you are the one,
Kindly try when I am drank
I will pour out all my secrets
I will transfer half of my money to you,
The only problem is
I love Christ
And I don't go near a pub
Leave alone getting drunk.
I will disclose your details!

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!

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 was a model of a humble mother
My father thought me humility
"My son, run away!"
My mother told me.
"Do not sit,with the proud,son,
Rough they will make you
Careless you become
'I am sorry',you forget"
Father talked to  me.
My teachers were humble
"Do not be rushy,
Do not make rushy decisions!"
I Respect Mr KORIR GILBERT,
Wherever.
I came from humble Background's

Now I feel sorry
When I see you big friends,
Fighting over this expansive cite
Instead of making poetry grow
You spoil our moods
We laugh no more
We just hide anger
I hope this place isn't for such
Let's cool down
Let's not fight over here

Read my next poem!

do i look expired?
i think am inspired!
for my friends who mistook me for a stressed guy
they should know i am blessed
i am not pressed either
my everything fits okay
right from hairstyle
to my toes
my trousers aren't torn
my pockets aren't empty
if i could have a chance to host you for lunch
i surely won't hesitate
to let you know who really i am
because for sure you don't know me....
you just wander around
asking about me
you call my friends asking about me
you text alot questioning me
you are wrong ,i can't wait to inform you that
never worry about my life
never question how i take it
never show mercy to me
never pity me.......
i am okay
i am happy
i am prosperous and never stagnating
i was born a hero
and i will die one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you should know
less than you think you should about me.
i sent this to all my secretaries wherever!

Silence  sight
No word
Decision of solace
Silence and sullence
Takes control.

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..

What is poetry ?
I am defeated please!
Kindly answer me

Two points I consider.
1)I can bargain two
But I will take one
This is lack
Of seriousness

2)I can always bargain
Having chosen
The best I need
This is being
Serious to the brim