TerryFied

Hitch me a ride…

Hitch me a ride to the FatherMy childhood calls and I lack answersHave me on your wings and soar on highHeaven awaits and there my script lieson the laps of the Father,holder of the key to unlock my memories When my breath fails me and gravity demands me back downTell them I tried healing theContinue reading “Hitch me a ride…”

Eliott

You always see her sitting on that plastic seat in their backyard. Well, it is technically not a backyard but I cannot find the word for that small area behind connected to that backdoor. Is porch meant for the front only? Do you get my drift? The problem with our area of town is theContinue reading “Eliott”

My Sadness Spoke to Me

He found me again. This time I didn’t start at his unannounced appearance. He took a seat on the left side of my heart, my Achilles’s heel, ruffling out his coat and folding back on the chair like he was the king of it. I could feel the strength I had been building over theContinue reading “My Sadness Spoke to Me”

Clandestine

Love me for tonight then goFor in the moments I allow an hour longerI’m sucked into the black hole that is your soul,forever lostMy thirst is quick and my fix is you in those moments when the night is darker than our pastand the silence louder than our heartsYou hate me as you love meContinue reading “Clandestine”

Bewildered self

Every turn of the moon,a new pain replacing the oldEvery time an angel closes his eyes,a new lost love to mournEverytime grandma hangs up her rosary,There’s a sin to atone for I’m clowning where I should be crowningCrying after a boy every seasonMy heart is full of bursting mends,Pus and rot flowing over the gaps,aContinue reading “Bewildered self”

Sorrows of a dying spirit

My home is a nest of chaos masked by calmness. Detached souls trying to bond best explains us. We fight nights and put on our masks come morning because that’s all that matters; our reputation. My home is a lab where the mind is keened into submission and meekness, obedience the goal. When happiness descendsContinue reading “Sorrows of a dying spirit”

First Date

I’ll call these series of poems First Date Kottowa was introduced to me by Wanjiru Wainaina, a mutual friend of ours. He writes beautiful poems and captivating short stories and he wanted us to partner in one. I was so afraid I’d let him down, but yoh… This project slowly set off… It was almostContinue reading “First Date”

JOHN TERRY

To most football fans, the title above may be a name you are familiar with. This post though, is not about that defender you know. It is rather, the title to a poetry conversation written by Terry Wambui and I. Terry Wambui. She is an outstanding poet. Amazing at her craft. This art runs inContinue reading “JOHN TERRY”

siren of the sea

Being of the seaRules the underworld in all her repulsive glory Unbeknownst to those afloatShe awaits their unknowing call Answers like a siren calledEmerging from the water breathtaking than everHer beauty hypnotic as it is a facadeHer voice finely aged wine as it is a poison’s maskA mirage passing as an oasis to a thirstyContinue reading “siren of the sea”

Hercules

I met Hercules On my way to hell, He was in war garb Ready to conquer and win I was dressed in sack cloth Ready to die and perish forsaken to Hade’s Underworld I met Hercules Straight and strong I was feeble as a twig He was a jolly sight Talked me into the nightContinue reading “Hercules”