Month: February 2011

From the dawn, the morn will wake my words.
Soon, the noon will bring my awards.
I am not fickle as I struggle out of this pickle.
And swing my sickle, taking in the harvest for a nickel.
Rejoice, in my voice overshadows the noise.
As in the hood my boys show off their toys.
With this talent I vent my feelings like I have been sent.
While in my cocoon a tent I erect to avoid any dent.
This life and the search for a wife lead to strife.
At the edge of the knife I sit and play my fife.
I am walking and talking and my head is rocking.
As the morn is dawning, the stars I am stalking.
It is time to rhyme and kill the mime.
While they whine, I dine and catch a dime.
I get my piece when you diss and I don’t miss.
You hear the bullet hiss, your life is on lease and I tell you “peace”.
I take on the streets with these beats, can you feel the heat?
It’s a hit because I’m fit to amuse with wit.
As you read this verse, don’t forget the One above and what He has.
Don’t let your thoughts buzz, always remember what He does.
And before I go, don’t say no because I will blow.
Just ask for more, so you can get the flow.

Recovering from fame, I am in the blame of shame.
I’m neither wild nor tame but all the same it’s still my game.
This poetry makes you angry or ready to marry.
As I bury your fury and show my chivalry.
My redemption from this temptation takes gumption.
As I give a solution to the pollution out of my volition.
I write of my plight and win this fight.
As I take a bite of light into this night.
I’m rolling, not flossing of how I’m balling.
While soaring, I’m foiling plans to make this boring.
I lay down this line, go up the vine and take what’s mine.
I show you the signs, tell you I am fine and leave you to pine.
Ready to retaliate from your hate, I set a date.
I’m not late to open the gate because this is my fate.
I’m weaving and spinning but I’m never leaving.
Your words maybe deceiving, they mess how you are feeling.
I’m not walking away; time to make my hay and this is my day.
I’m not waiting till May, as on the bed I lay, time to get my pay.
In this game I am the leader, you are the reader.
And however much you are bitter, my thoughts you won’t hinder.
I put my pen down, don my gown and reverse your frown.
These words I have sown, elicit poetic moans, hence I am the king and no longer a pawn.

Just like a line starts with a dot.
So does love start with a thought.
Lines drawn with care look magnificent.
And caring thoughts reveal their content.
Ink flows up and down a paper.
And real love emerges from the worst weather.
Erasers always come in handy.
And forgiveness tastes like candy.
A circle is a continuous line.
Similar to the thoughts that are mine.
A fresco lacks real intention.
And silence leads to confusion.
Spirals cause inexplicable dizziness.
And emotions leave me baseless.
Zigzags show impulsive thinking.
That always sends my brain ringing.
Portraits speak a lot of words.
And my eyes see future yards.
Painting takes a considerable amount of time.
And thus long my acts won’t be a mime

It’s funny how I describe love.
It’s almost as if I can draw.
Once I tried, but my hand couldn’t move.
So I decided to let the talent grow.
I don’t have to say how long i waited.
But you can be sure that nothing happened.
The good thing is something else radiated.
And with practice I became hardened.
Today I can look at your hair.
And write about the bonds the strands share.
Watching the glow of your skin.
Makes me compose words from where am sitting.
Listening to your jokes and stories.
Removes all my doubts and worries.
Regardless of how mixed up I get.
I can fully describe how we first met.
Your touch is so sensational.
Thinking about it almost makes my pen fall.
All that I know is that am sure.
And my heart gauge is on pure.
It’s only the look your eyes have.
That could lead me to describe the art of love.

Alliteration is the letter.
Rhyme is the sound.
Rhythm makes it better.
But love is the word.
In my mind I form these words.
On paper I concatenate them.
Starting from where my pen lands.
All the way to bringing your personality to fame.
You talk in riddles to confuse me.
And I decode them as proverbs like a fool.
Thus letting my emotions diffuse from my brain to my heart.
You turn to me and use me as a tool.
Then mercilessly burn me out like a wart.
The ingenious ways of your actions.
Complement the active path to my solving the problem.
Your pout heightens my attraction.
And hence on you I purposely lay the blame.

I don’t believe in stars but she says I’m a Gemini.
She says she loves both twin sides of my personality.
She sees that my character is much more than meets the eye.
I like her more because of her honesty.
And she lovingly tells me that my best friend is daft.
This is just a way of her declaring the possibility.
Like the day she said my couch’s leather was so soft.
The mere mention of her name increases my visibility.
To the fact that there is a probability.
Of a day that I will have the opportunity.
To greatly reduce the length of that distance.
And have her in my arms for an instance.

Religiously puzzling and emotionally mind boggling.
Redemption better come soon.
Because insanity beckons while riding this feeling.
Her dimpled smile;like Jupiter and Venus shining next to the moon.
Her laughter is enough to have me in stunned perplexity.
Recursive thoughts being the major culprit.
My reactions work negatively on my dignity.
As my eyes work their way up her skirt-slit.
Only to be instantly drawn to her eyes.
Exuding elementary love coupled with mastered passion.
Body,heart and mind rebel sensing lies.
But the imminent treachery proves not to be her fashion.
She augments to my life like oxidation by chlorine.
She breaks the bonds only to come up with stronger ones.
Molecularly attached as we emerge from the smoke-screen.
The tango of life together we start to dance.
I don’t want to miss any of your rose-kisses.
Or the tingling feeling on my skin as my ears heat up.
When like a jig-saw you place together all my pieces.
And softly rest my head on your lap.
Let’s not call it love because we are beyond the norm.
Only we know what we share and the serenity it brings.
Its more than affection and attraction expressed in any form.
The pain of deliberated fission and how madly it stings.
The loss of you through an unwise mistake.
No justification can be made because it only makes my eyes wetter.
The imagination already leaves a somber thought in my wake.
You wouldn’t have to hate me because nobody’s gonna hate me better.

Sometimes I sit and reminisce
Standing up is not an option hence,
My thoughts I transfer in a haphazard manner
As fear crops up n flies high like a banner
I slapped my class teacher in primary
And opened a pathway to unbridled rivalry
A maze around my juxtaposed thoughts
And getting a hold of each memory before it rots
I remember what I don’t want to
Only to forget what I need to do
The tears won’t flow if you slap me
But they definitely will if I remember you didn’t
What we always forget to see
is the emotions that are shown through a hint
We let go and decide to let it be
Thus putting nostalgia dollars in the mint
For once I wanna be poor
So as to enjoy what I might not recall
Take my brain on a tour
Rather than ram the memory wall
I hate it when I tear up
But hate is better than fear
I wanna fill the dark gap
With memories of my most dear