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Deep and overstood

Wavy wanton weather

The Divine Bandit

I’m waking up last Monday but one
It’s freezing so I make my bath warm
I’m walking outside with a hint of tonsillitis
A slight cough has just began
I’m praying that it don’t do me harm
And hoping to get where I can forget this

I woke up next Monday with a bleeding heart
Just like this weather people have become heartless
And the haziness in my head like a full-blown fog
This cold am experiencing tears me apart
It burns my face as I stand there “almost” fearless
Tears riding up my cheeks and tongue out like a dog

I will wake up today in the morning
I’m still coughing but this time dust is the culprit
Whoever thought that the sun would blaze
I have found myself in my zone just…well.. zoning
I know my soul and body are not yet ready to split
This unpredictable personality leaves me in a daze

If you can’t get what I just wrote
Then please give up because you never will
Only a chosen few and I can decipher the above
My writing is not a means to gloat
It’s just the void in me I’m trying to fill
This is all I can show you because it’s all I really have

Deep and overstood

21 Answers

The Divine Bandit

I’ve kept a keen ear and heard your questions.

I bet it’s now time to give each a response.

Take your hand and lead you through the motions.

Lift it to my heart and let you feel my pulse.

I will now start to give you the answers.

Hoping you will respect the truth I give you.

Avoid the lies that may prove cancerous.

Take the risk and show you the perfect view.

I really do like it when you dress in red.

Though you compete with the color every time you blush.

Not only is your bed good but you are good in bed.

Don’t start giggling yet, I need you to hush.

It’s not a lie you are in the smart ladies list.

And your fighting spirit can be seen, when you clench your fist.

You might have fears but you are still very strong.

And your love for cats does not disgust me, a lover of dogs.

Your voice is magical, whether purring in my ear or just singing.

And enough can’t be said of your dancing, especially the way your hips sway.

In any argument we have, I like your kind of thinking.

And your smile at the end of it always makes my day.

It’s not a lie that my love for you comes naturally.

And the secrets from your lips will never be retold.

You may not have a sweet-tooth but you get sweeter daily.

And your love for me, I treasure than the most precious gold.

Words maybe cheap but I will always protect you.

The world maybe crazy but I’m crazier for you.

You have such style; you bring the word compliment to shame.

And I would never forget you even in the world of fame.

I appreciate you each day for all your support.

And when it comes to dissing, you are the best sport.

Finally when it comes to us, we are the best.

And each day makes me believe we can withstand any test.

Deep and overstood, Kenya

Prospective Prose

The Divine Bandit

To my last born daughter,

These are the reasons I’m writing you this letter.

Words of wisdom to your brother and sister,

Tell them why they have to keep together.

This is the life that they wanted to take.

But for you this life I had to make.

I’m really sorry my death I had to fake.

But all I did was for your own sake.

I was there when the president was half black.

The same year we all fell like sitting ducks.

It was then that I decided to go and pack.

But don’t worry one day I will be back.

Your mama and I never used to be this fat.

Whatever happens she still holds my heart.

I miss her little lower back tat.

Just as she misses her furry old cat,

Tears flowed when they burnt down that church.

The flames juxtaposing their deed so cold,

Justice and reconciliation didn’t seem to mean much.

But the fumes from my countrymen were the realest seed I ever smoked.

The smoke in no way made my memory blurry.

Until the day I die, I put on for my country.

In my days I walked my talk.

Promise I made to your mama I gave her a rock.

Serenaded her with my rhyme stock,

Red all over I saw her heart unlock.

This, my daughter: is a legacy.

Be responsible and heed my warning.

See the dog in these boys escape the fallacy.

But still be so hot, add to the global warming.

Go to church anytime that you can.

Listen to the preacher but follow the Bible.

Glow from within shine like the sun.

Follow His word don’t listen to fables.

Before I sign off and put my pen down.

Let me say all and avoid a post script.

I want to see you put on a graduand’s gown.

Be my genius girl and don’t follow the drift.

Let your hair down and be the talk of the town.

Make your mama a present and be her gift.

I could go on with this advice.

But I have to go now protect your world.

The rest will be said at a face to face.

Always truly, Your, loving dad.

Deep and overstood, Life, Love

Lost…….for words

The Divine Bandit

She said I’m afraid that you are not.
Afraid of the pain this life brings.
I told her I was too, just in a manly way.
And the smile on my face didn’t tell it all.
I told her of all the battles I have fought.
The pain I got from all detached strings.
Told her things I thought I’d never say.
While brushing dirt off my knees, because I did fall.
I told her I liked her a lot.
Evading the words that gave my heart wings.
Held her hand, kissed her eyebrow, a single step everyday.
Pressing the receive button to her heart’s call

She says what we’ve got is magical.
I say what we have is heavenly.
Her smile always leaves laughter lines on my face.
And she gently kisses each one of them.
Could this be eternal?
She gives the answer, “definitely.”
Is that what I heard? Because I was in a daze.
My eyes never left hers since the time she came.
I take my shoes off so our lips are on the same level.
Her eyes closed, lips pouting, her heart beating, peacefully.
Holding her face I emerge from the haze.
Our lives entwined, our breath becomes the same.

I say what we will share will be unique.
Free and devoid of any simpleness.
Each step of our lives marking a love promise.
Each kiss marking a new step in our life.
We will be two of one in our love clique.
Enjoy the bond defining our singleness.
Truthfully march through each compromise.
Spread this feeling like butter with a knife.
Raise each other when we feel weak.
Hold each other in loving kindness.
Spend time together like we are Siamese.
Finally prove my love, make you my wife.

Deep and overstood, Life, Love

Imperfectly perfect…

The Divine Bandit

Let’s say I couldn’t write.

Let’s say I couldn’t rhyme.

Let’s say I couldn’t fight.

Let’s say I couldn’t mime.

Let’s say I couldn’t dance.

Let’s say I couldn’t stand.

Let’s say I couldn’t prance.

Let’s say I wasn’t a nerd.

Let’s say I didn’t smile.

Let’s say I didn’t laugh.

Let’s say I had no style.

Let’s say I wasn’t tough.

Let’s say I didn’t hit the gym.

Let’s say I didn’t enjoy it.

Let’s say I played no games.

Let’s say I wasn’t a hit.

Let’s say I had no pride.

Let’s say I wasn’t all I could be.

Let’s say I chose no side.

Let’s say I wasn’t me.

Let’s say I never lied.

Let’s say I never stole.

Let’s say I never failed.

Let’s say I had a definite goal.

Let’s say I was full of integrity.

Let’s say I was honest.

Let’s say I didn’t have the temerity.

To try to be my best.

Let’s say I always put others first

Let’s say I had no dirty thoughts.

Let’s say I never rolled in the dust.

Let’s say I never sunk in moats.

Let’s say I kept all the commandments.

Let’s say I never fornicated.

Let’s say I wasn’t bent.

Let’s say I wasn’t tainted.

Let’s say I chose to be you.

Let’s say I had no defect.

Let’s say I had a better view.

Let’s say I was PERFECT!!

Deep and overstood

Let’s live in the present

The Divine Bandit

Words are not enough, signs not so strong.

Yet I remain tough, till I sing my victory song.

This life proves to be rough, and this journey is long.

But with you by my side, we can forget about time.

We can live for the moment, and not worry about tomorrow.

For the moon changes the tide and I kind of always rhyme.

But all is lost in your scent, as a new leaf I do borrow.

Like a puppeteer, my actions you do mime.

And gracefully make me smile, turning me away from my sorrow.

Time will move as fast as we want it to.

And it will drag as long as we don’t take a leap of faith.

You will hold your breath as you watch what I do.

Live each moment, completely oblivious of death.

But I’m not a cynic, just too brave to realize.

In the tick of a second, all could be gone.

Yet nothing scares me, no matter its size.

But you send shivers up my spine, whenever you catch me alone.

But all this is folly, if we don’t act soon.

For our longing will burn us, like a vampire at high noon.

Just be mine and let’s live in the present.

Deep and overstood, Kenya

This is me….

The Divine Bandit

Sometimes I give you lyrics.

Sometimes I give you quotes.

Today I will defy your laws of physics.

Put my pen in, mix the tots before we make our toasts.

I know how good I can be.

The writing is on the wall but have you checked the ceiling.

You can never predict me.

Listen to my words before I have you reeling.

It’s time to let it go.

Because what I am, you will never know.

I got into this black world.

A black man ready to play my black part.

Never thought it would lead me to a black heart.

Lying here on my black mat.

Contemplating my black past.

Anger showing through my black face.

Never winning this black race.

Get swallowed in this black hole.

Watch it suck my black all.

Finally finish my black act.

And then its curtains to this black fact.

Deep and overstood

Welcome to my world

The Divine Bandit

I’m looking at you from where I sit.

Try and figure out what’s alright and fit.

Contemplate the words to my next hit.

Try keep them clean and all neat.

Lose a step, suckle this wisdom teat.

Keep the fire burning my fore fathers lit.

Raise my voice tell them we need to meet.

Get my tools out of my lyrical kit.

Serenade you with my infectious wit.

Raise your heavy heart from that dark pit.

Make you smile I’m not the poison in the meat

Lift your face up escort you to my love seat.

Chip at your icebox bit by bit.

Welcome to the world of  The Divine Bandit.

Deep and overstood

Flow…..

The Divine Bandit

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.

Deep and overstood

The Art of Love….

The Divine Bandit

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.