Love is war
Fought in emotions,
Sometimes wasting your precious time shouting
O gal love you love you to my heart and soul,
When it turns good on your side you smile and enjoy,
When it turns worse, you feel the goddess of beauty never created one for you
That is purposeful reason love is war
     And for real
Love is a sort of war, vanity and besides sorrow
Fought in the battle field called heart
Where casualties sweat real blood
To colour its nature,
Whose impact can either be positive or negative...
O gal I love you love you to my heart and soul

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!

Connected by the spirits
Forces that pull our hearths close
Forces of the unknown power
Power of obsession
Obsession that belongs to hearts.
Without each other means hurting
Hurting for no reason
Of reason but confusing
Unknown reason in fact.

Twice to say, tear to pour
When no energy to  wake,
Full of energy to kiss
When no energy to smile,
Full of energy to laugh together,
When no appetite to eat, full of appetite to drink together.

And in time of  love a force  bring us together,
And we realizes,we are complete together,
and with no other,
Without each other just  a shattered life,
Just think,
I am also thinking

Though I always strive to perfection,
I do find myself backward a times
Kiprotich is human you know,
He is not  a robot, I have feelings,
He isn't a saint either, unless you think so,
But a sinner trying,

Born a critic,
Was told my great grand, whose name I carry was a fierce won,
My Brain easily  succumb to pressure,
When anger mounts on it,
I can squeeze water out of a dry rock,

You call yourself a winner, which is true in Romeo,
You are always in the winning side, and there is no contestation,
All those does not give you any power over me,
I am my own man,
Remember I stood for you, when you were in tears,
Don't trample   over my weakened muscles

Your  storm is over,
Mine has just started, twisted life
What if I had despised you then,
How would you have felt,
You criticize every move that I take,
Am taking a new twist, in search of the antidote.

Gone are the days when manna and quails fall,
Tonight I precipitate this message,
A true liquor of life,
We are all bestowed to carry our own cross,
Jesus died for us all, but man dies for himself,
Brother you can call me names, my shoulders are broad enough,
I  shall carry the cross anyway,

In life struggle no pain is better,
Do onto others what  you gonna enjoy when inflicted upon your skin,
No one is special,
Am shocked but not surprised,
Though i had seen this coming
it's motif is now clear,
For your consumption  business is unusual,
There is a real change of tact, am
prepared to pay the ultimate price,

And by the way haven't you absconded responsibility,
Haven't you one day failed to performed your duty,
Stop this holier-than- thou attitude,
Always be pragmatic in the little things we do,
Man is to error they say,
I know I need your help like we when friendship was our boss
but if you are not willing......

The godfather of aluk
Here are my humble submission in a book,
Life is serpentine somehow
You ask the question why and how,

The struggle is so sweet like bitter lemon,
The challenge is deadly like serpent's venom,
But my promise is to  get there ,
No matter what I am here,

Bad as the sight of hell,
Possessing Lucifer's piercing horns and smell,
The abadacabra's of life,
Putting into pieces like the sharp edges of a knife,

Sincere hopes of the mother getting shattered,
The winner is the devil,
Such instances are evil
Ritualist a times sacrifice their unborn children through miscarriage ,

The struggle of getting a perfect companion in my tender life is like playing against Millwall ,
It has always hit a stubborn wall,
Results are always futile,no marriage ,
From time to time there has been a miscarriage,

I am now on a personal recess and relegation,
As I watch the movie of a successful delegation,
Want to know where I went wrong, through revelation,
Though certain it will take long, another miscarriage.