I'm brave enough to fear, deaf enough to hear
blind enough to see, I'm a soul in ecstasy
I'm weak enough to fight, in the dark of light
crippled enough to stand, insane enough to understand
that I'm eternal enough to die, truth enough to lie
perpetual enough to end and straight enough to bend
I'm hard enough to bruise and triumphantly lose
I'm desperate enough to believe, happy enough to grieve
afloat enough to drown and smiled enough to frown
I'm treasured enough to be thrown,a dusk enough to dawn
a man enough to cry,I'm mindful enough to pry
I'm question enough to answer, goat enough to panther
I'm block enough to bridge, free enough to siege
I'm lone enough to clique, wake enough to sleep
love enough to hate, I'm free willed to fate
I'm chain enough to freedom, unknown for my stardom
pleasure enough for pain,I'm sunshine trapped in rain
I'm wrecked enough to intact and powerless enough to impact
probability enough to certain,I'm God enough to Satan
I'm peace enough to war,ignorant enough to know
less enough to more, I'm Yes enough to No
I'm stuffed enough to hunger, silence enough to thunder
obvious enough to wonder, I'm builder enough to plunder.

A lost cause that doesn't want to be found
hunter in the wild tracking without a hound
tethered to slavery,toiling in vain for a pound
I'm the loudest noise of a world without a sound
I'm a dedicated preacher without a bible
a hopeless soul still fighting for survival
a journey man desperate and far from arrival
a ready fighter in a ring and life's my rival
I'm a wounded bird soaring with broken wings
the first light of dawn and the chorus it brings
a trampled bud which struggles as it springs
I'm those dumped sad engagement rings
I'm the lonely path that was never taken
the chocking inspiring words never spoken
the many charming promises that were broken
I'm the dead unburied hearts,the ghosts awoken
I'm those thirsty flowers struggling to grow
the wandering souls unsure of where to go
the deadbeat and shattered,those feeling low
the tired refugee expectant mothers escaping war
I'm the hunted nemesis, bullets seek my blood
the homeless who lost their home to the flood
the internally displaced and raggedly clad
everything grieving, dead and living betrayed by the world
I'm the bitter truth that will never be told
the beautiful country and its people cheaply sold
the wrinkled malnourished children trapped in cold
I'm everyone, silent or spoken, black or white,young or old

There's a deficiency that's hurting my mind
A serenity I'm seeking but just can't find
but I'm still searching for it though it's an onerous task
I'm looking for palms that can massage emotions
which is not too much from nature to ask
or an unrealistic expectation and a fantastic notion
I'm looking for a caring pulse to motivate my heart
to beat again since it halted from ingestion of excessive pain
I'm looking for an eye that will obviously see my scars
but find them beautiful for they represent the many times
I've stood up when I tripped and badly fell
and the wounds I've tended to till they healed
I'm looking for someone who will appreciate
how far smiles walk to reach my gloomy face
and the fight they put up to create ripples
which consequently bring the changes in the place
I'm looking for someone who has dreams but knows actuality
one who will hope for the shores but surf with me across
the ocean of life,someone who will find content in my reality
I'm looking for fingers that will forever lock with mine
a long life commitment, don't come along if with you forever isn't fine
I'm eager for one who can see right through me to witness
and appreciate the wilted garden that lies within
a vast garden which can flourish again if adequately watered
by honest affection and trustworthy care
I'm looking for a just fine person,not a perfect angel
I've had less from this life that I can't ask for that much
I'm asking for someone who'll give me second chances
because I'm bound to make mistakes, being a novice,
a debutant in a field where I have played but a game
I can take the blame all the same, but I need  
someone who won't quickly opt for the evict notice
cause I'm looking to settle,
so I want a lifetime lease in a heart for rent
I'm the incomplete one that needs the one to complete me
looking for feet that dream of cars but can walk
a Mouth that has room for silence albeit the talk
I'm looking for strength, a "for better for worse"
a sweeter story than single, a blessing not a curse
a love that will be ornamented by sizzling friendship
which will endure past stinging thorns and roughing waves
through long dark tunnels and dump flying fox pellet filled stinking caves
well aware that life is a drama,a play written by karma
yet hoping for someone with whom to write the sequel of my amour
and make a beautiful set of books of tales of loss, endurance and victory
a simple story of holding on through thick and thin,
not necessarily a breathtaking romantic piece of history
for I prefer to live in the heart of the one I deserve
in a mortality to a melancholy immortality in the mind of eternity
I would rather be loved in my life than be remembered when I'm a gonna
I want to fall apart and make up,to taste the tears and laughter
'cause no road is all smooth and no rough but the road to hell
and no story is calm all through, not even a fairytale
so if you're out there,aware life is a variegation
with varying patches of perfect imperfection,
that the Sun is cool at dusk and dawn but there are times it incinerates
pestilentially like larva emitted by an erupting volcano
then I'm looking for you,you should know

she didn't look back to see the tears as they crawled
or my tired fingers that snapped with a click
she didn't look to see my trousers high rolled
or my cheeks turn pink especially the left that did twitch
but I wanted her to do it so that I would see her last look
needing to know her final description in our book
I needed to see the reality of how our radar gets shredded
and how she was holding that moment I dreaded
there were questions in my heart that one glance
should have answered like whether there would be another chance
I was sick watching her leave as I grieved
I tried so hard to disguise that I was weak from disbelief
was it all a lie, was that the sour taste that seasoned goodbye?
was the tree not deep enough in ground that it had to die
simply due to the drought of a few weeks doubt?
she didn't look back even when she reached the last bend
that would our visibility totally end
yet I still told myself she would, that we weren't done
as I sat down torn between running
after her or just looking on at a heart burn
with untold fires of rage, and murderous yearning
maybe I should have followed her and begged some more
but if a week wasn't enough to do it could a minute avert her 'No'?
it was a blunt knife plunged to the hilt into my flesh
and mercilessly twisted for me to have a maximum feel
it was spittle right onto my favourite dish when I've starved over a month
it was a cancer at it's last stages slowly eating me away
wanting to chew over and over the little flesh
left on my feeble bones to mere pulp
or a noose helplessly ******* out the little life left
and I wishing I didn't kick the support under my feet
beckoning someone to come to my rescue and cut the rope
but the gnawing tightness around my neck stealing my desperate cry
and even after that bend I still adorably saw her right there
I saw her close to me and I saw her everywhere
how could I not see her everywhere when for years
she was my pillar, my strength and palm that wiped my tears?
I fell back to the ground and looked straight to the afternoon sun
without blinking,all my existence in ecstasy
and in the nothingness I knew that was the last dot
of happiness in my lifetime I would ever see
And as I in vain implored myself to be strong
I only grew weaker wondering what really went wrong

Remind me to walk out on my heart if it ever falls in love
to ignore all its whining once it's broken again
remind me to pluck it out and fry it red on a pan
and savour in the aroma of my own death
as I roast all the love away from this little piece of meat
remind me to dump my soul in boiling liquid hydrochloric acid
if I ever walk back to your arms when fooled by your charms
remind me to create an opening where all that air of reconciliation
will be ****** out my inflated soul,remind me to seal the vacuum
so that I'm eternally reminded of your treachery by the emptiness
remind me to cut my limbs off so that you won't sweep me off my feet
remind me before desire gives me wings to soar higher and higher
remember please, be the wet blanket that puts off that deadly fire
and if my lips ever dry trying to lure me into lubricating them
with the sweet oils of your imprisoning kiss
please remind me to bite and wound them so that
the wounds are infested with pus and undeserving of this your kiss
remind me the moment I cannot take my eyes off your beauty
to heat a spoke and pass it through them so that I can be blind
after all I'll still posses the glamorous visage of the mind
remind me to run back into the biting cold of my shell
if I ever find comfort in your warm embrace
remind me if I start considering forsaking my loneliness
that the warmth of your welcoming touch
and amazing company is pretty much
the disguise of the blazing fires of your hell
remind me to hit my head with a brick
a trick to stir my brain once it remembers
the better times lost instead of the ashes from those embers
remind me when my arms are frozen with constant craving
and the walls of my isolation on the fringes are caving
to rebuild the pillars and fences,to hold even tighter to my defences
to think again when I'm drunk with the wine of romance
slap me with reality when I'm staggering
and I've probably lost the firm grip on my senses
support me so that I don't fall, turn off the music
we can't have another dance,we don't deserve another chance
remind me not to walk past the twilight zone, the just friends zone
when I'm walking back to you fracture me,each and every bone
remind me of how wounded I am, poke my scars and make me bleed
show me where forth love avenue's bound to lead
when I say hello,say goodbye,treat my imploring truth as a lie
remind me if I forget, taking that path is only going to make us cry
remind me when hot amour gets hold of yours and my heart
that after the warmth melting us we are bound to fall apart

I don't want to use the same words as others do
hence I wonder what else can speak my truth
without altering the simplicity of my honesty
without unclear hyperbolic vocabulary
that might instead drive you away
I want to speak with confidence however
much relaying to you without a single stutter
is a day dream bordering the fantasy
I want to coin the most rare of phrases
which could conjoin to display my emotions
just like a network of roads connecting different places
I want to speak light to your darkness
to open your beautiful hazel eyes
with the realness of my heart
I want you to share with me my hurt
forever if that exists & never drift apart
to lend words to that which in my soul lies
a place where reality blossoms and lie dies
I want to praise you more than the eagle praised tortoise
not to make you think you can fly but to have your focus
I want to assure you that much as joy I bring
where good happens, I know the bells of bad may ring
I want to let you know you're more floret than flowers
without losing grasp of my oratory powers
I want to hold your palm & place it on my chest
& let the rate of my beating heart explain the rest
without seeming weird or too direct
I want us to share an eternal bond that won't disconnect
like the attachment the Ocean shares with the River
till death do us part,like scotch and a guzzlers liver
I want to explain how long I've waited for this
and how badly my lips do long for a kiss
that doesn't sum up my encounter with you
but stays on our mind for infinity,that sticks hard as glue
I want to let you know I saw beauty when we met
and that endo-glamour you hold
so much deserves to be told and retold
in a love story you and I can transcribe if I'm not too late
I acknowledge you're a lass out of this planet
and I probably ain't worth a touch of your garment
but I desire to share in your terrene
for in your presence I have known real serene
I want to match with you across the holly
isle though I don't fancy weddings
savour moments as we journey & pray for happy endings
I want you to be that character in my love story
a story where I drive back home to your arms
embrace you tight, have a feel of those bums
where we plant roses and lilies & watch bees hum
I want my kids to have you as their mom
and be proud of their father for finding
them such a sweet and caring mother
I want you to believe there isn't another
I want you to want me too like I you
I want you to know how much I love you
but i cant place the right words to use
to express exactly what I feel because
you're one hell of a treasure I can't afford to lose

My heart will never cease to bleed
I'll never stop thinking about the life they lead
My soul will keep aching for them in need
toiling for another half a decade due to them with greed
my eyes will never cease to see their deed
and ponder why did them,God have to seed
my feet are tired of wishing they could go an extra mile
maybe take some gunfire, burn for my country man to smile
my back is broken by the weight of my rage
it's a fire that isn't dying out, will I ever turn the page?
I'm stuck in a labyrinth of contemplation
wondering what other illness awaits my nation
besides ignorance, illiteracy, corruption,tyranny and fear
& much more, yet I still appreciate hailing from mid the sphere
There's a throb rooted deep in my mind
pondering what on earth could make one so unkind
I hope someday to injustice I'll be blind
I hope a day will come when I'll leave behind
these whys,hows, whats and whens like it never was
I hope time heals all wounds as the saying goes
otherwise I believe the cut is deep and infested
  by the loathing for everyone who stood by a government
we badly wanted away and a system we detested
I've tried to have the pain excreted but it's all digested
it's overdue and getting me dizzy due to the ferment
the memory is fresh, the election a forgotten torment
to some but to many like me it's here,it's every moment
it's that grass thatched house at angle theta or beta
it's the agony of the teacher, doctor & whoever's bitter
it's a sting worse than a cut by a banister's wrong splinter
it's the south pole in juxtaposition to winter
it's that malnourished barefooted child battling a jigger
it's the starving,and those plagued by poverty with food but meagre
from my position this wasn't a loss to the opposition
it was a golden chance ripped off the feeble hands of the next generation
a robbery in plain sight,hit below the belt in our fight
my fingers will never tire of typing about this plight
for the crested crane was shot midway her flight
fooled to go to the polls and defiled worse than a little girl
my prowess will but always demand for a piece
about the day we totally lost the beautiful pearl
and thence not a single heart ever knew true peace
not the losers as we have been falsely accused
but worse, not kigundu and many more who were used

The day the white sheet of my eyes lay upon you
God is one but Angels on earth are few,I knew
My eyes blinked wanting to shut forever
to keep your gorgeousness inside them for eternity
for they knew their purpose was over, finding
me a soulmate,you can call it ******* or insanity
but the day we met,my heart exclaimed in praise of fate
for the first time in my life,prior which I was always too late
that day my heart skipped a beat for your
magnetism kept a constant attraction
sending ripples in it's cardiac build, ripples of tension
my heart was yours even before I knew it
the day we met the world ceased to spin, air got thin
I could hardly respire for my metabolism paused to let you in
the sun froze, cause her brightness couldn't compare to yours
and thus there was a momentary eclipse
for she was cast in your shadow,
and all I could see were your glistening lips
the day we met my feet grew weak because
they had reached their long awaited destination
they were sure for the first time without raising questions
that you were the pearl I was searching for,the friend
the super glue which would stick till the end
flowers withered in your presence and blossomed again
trying to beat your paradisal beauty but in vain
the day I first saw you I forgot all my failures and pain
something that for centuries I couldn't contain
you were the cure for the wounds and my scars
as you walked by twinkling a better spectrum compared to stars
thus lending colour to a life that was dull and grey
the day we met ,I understood why people see mistakes and still stray
for I knew right away no matter how rough the winds blew
even if they tore the sails and broke the masts
Obedience to gravity was a constant,a must
cupid had shot his tiny arrows through me for you
the day we met my fear was cleansed in fountains of passion
and I finally witnessed the reason behind the saying
All Hearts are entrepreneurs in the encounter with the right person
You were an investment I was willing to
undertake without investigating the market price
A life long coveted and cherished enterprise
a tender Rose bound to bear spiky thorns
but I,a warrior,afraid not of guiding the bull by it's horns
into the threshold of my ownership and keep
for whilst people fall, mine fall was too deep
the day we met came with a promise of better times
and of more scripts, poems and longer rhymes
I had little faith and seldom believed in miracles
but that all changed as I watched my affection
for you bind me in invisible manacles
And I became your prisoner and slave,to serve
to wash your feet,scratch your back for a drop of your love
it seemed unfair but even that red drop meant everything
it meant every lick, the birds of the wild would sing
the grail of solitude would sublime and loneliness cease to sting
and all that from just a single drop of your love would spring*
the day we met I knew I was done with searching ,I'd found
a peg to which my wandering soul would eternally be bound
lamentations and rage were deleted off my curriculum
and what's more, my moods dropped off their swinging pendulum
the day we met I surprisingly found bliss and peace
at the same pit of despair wherefore I found my miss
and something sweeter than vintage wine, our first kiss
and believe me, not even Shakespeare would predict this
for the day we met I found a story funnier than most comedies
one which erased the memories of my tragedies

I've found a way to expensively sell my plight
easily throughout the day and night
by just packaging them in mystery
of sadly amazing yet charming poetry
a way to camouflage my history
through dropping in some verbal chemistry
which makes it touching and compelling
found a way to let the world know without telling
I've found means to undress without vulgarity
a way to be kind without doing charity
discovered a clear path to touching without hands
of performing healing magic without wands
with my confusing and jumbled rhyme
I've found a way to speak against crime
to speak for those who lie in the name of truth
and ones who lost their sweet tooth
a way to give courage to chickens afraid of the visible eagle
I've found a way to rescue those drowning in their ego
I've found a way to feed the hungry without food
to bare handedly clothe the homeless and ****
a way to condemn without sounding rude
a way to help rather than wishing I could
I've found a way to give and still keep
to smile with the joyed and with the grieved weep
I've found a way to carry burdens by casting them away
to help winds of change trees of the moment sway
I've found a way to tightly keep my anger at bay
a less tasking manner of living to die another day
I've found a way to my goals even if it's through imagination
to disguise my disappointments in sweet intonation
I've found a way to clear the conundrum onto pages
a reason to keep on living after lifeless ages
I've found a way to make peace, and duly atone
to find company even when the rest are gone
I've found flesh to shelter what's been a moving carcass
shook hands with destiny,I've finally known my purpose

Am at a point where anyone will do
Where I careless about my expectations
from life,a point where it feels like it's long over due
I'm at a point where I can't beg to be understood
where I just let go of those doubting my intentions
where I burn the bridges,where if I cut,I cut ties for good
I'm at a point where I must pay for my errors
I must have my fingers catch the big dreams
I'm at a point where some big dreams are terrors
in the night and surrender's easier or so it seems
I'm at a point where I understand everything
about the much I know which is nothing
*I'm at a point where I have to drop some baggage
to successfully manoeuvre through every passage  
where all my peers are **** and span in suits and ties
aiming to seize every opportunity,lest it dies
I'm at a point where I have to create my own path
rather than follow footprints, realise my own worth
where few ever think of what's left of the years
moments with peers,memories of the joys and the tears
and what's cardinal is now thus now being my only resource
a point where fate's dragging me kindly by force
I'm at a point where I must listen to my inner voices
prior to and base upon them to make my choices
I'm at a point where all are looking to see
if my dreams are really anything beyond mere fantasy
I'm at a point where I must join the race
where I must pull up my socks and double my pace
where the limit's above the sky deep in space
where no speech but my actions can make their case
I'm at a point where indeed life's a game of chess
and I'm most likely in the game as somebody's pawn
but in the struggle to be a player of my own
every move I make people start to second guess
where some roads are taken blank of my destination
and many expect me to answer their every question
I'm at a point where the miles are no longer just an estimation
where I'm defined by the litres of my perspiration
where I can't wait for the irons to be hot to strike
but strike until the cold irons are ideally furnace hot
or else quick judgement will pass if I do not
because all society does is conclude fast and alike
I'm at a point where all eyes are fixed to my direction
so I have to be mindful not to stand up with an *******
where the ball is in my hands and I gotta dazzle with my feet
I'm at a point where I mustn't dare admit defeat