The apology
Felt inadequate
But that’s
All he had
Words of
Honest remorse
Said directly
And plainly
In a sad
Halting voice
Of despair
And love
They hung
In the air
Followed by
Silence
As he prayed
For their
Magic
To work
By Evans O, (Twitter: Ker @EvansO_)
The song in my heart for you never stops
It rings in my head and repeats in my soul
Never have I been so much in love.
Sooner that later,
I see, in the dreary mirror in my soul,
The song will change, but the chorus.
It’ll remain.
Beauty!
In the future,
We shall be together,
So that I can feel your warmth.
Our inner feelings to take shape in reality.
Time has passed,
You didn’t find a way back,
The world didn’t accommodate us,
We shall find a place in paradise
May 2005
When my life is let lose,
When all knowns is suspended in selfless abandon.
The night sky which is dark lights up.
The scary rigmarole of dwindling fools,
Speaking uninterrupted since the beginning of time,
I surpass this foolishness and capture my light,
Am not alone,
We are many, stretching into eternity, vacuity.
I speak of a man who was but is not,
The defenses of the four winds are weak before me,
AM lose, floating away into nothingness forever.
You, who dwell in your comfort of things seen,
Where shall you stand?
16th May 2010
They live on crumbs and stumps,
We live on butter, bread and bacon.
They live today.
We, others think of tomorrow.
2010
You don’t know my fear,
It stealths to high heaven in shudder coldness,
It reaches God, bows and subjugates in total submission, but isn’t convinced.
23rd January, 2008
(I attended the Orange Democratic Movement – ODM Party requiem mass at Ligi Ndogo, Ngong’ Road for those murdered in Kibra after the post electrical violence broke out, I will not forget the violence and teargas we ‘ate’)
Return my sentences,
Return my weakness,
Return my words,
Return my emotions.
My words long gone to you, are pale now in my soul.
Those words were my passion – of which am now intrigued to implore.
Do me a favor,
Return to me my lovers
Who share pure love with my soul.
Along the terrainous stretches –
We walked together.
Uttering and inspiring words of comfort and promise.
Was it not ‘her’, who made me move on?
My mind still n a trance
For those words mesmerize
Do return my poems.
(before dusk)
2010
As this day fades,
My mind wonders about tomorrow.
Will I still be,
Will I still be the lonely cliff that stands alone,
That stands alone on the plains of Turkana?
Will I still be,
Will I Still be the lonely cloud, wandering far-off,
On the distant horizon solo?
Will I still be,
The motherless kitten that knows not how to hunt for food?
Will is still be,
The acacia tree that stands,
That stands nostalgically on the road to sudann?
Will I still be?
I sit at crossroads in my heart
Before me, a green distance of tall trees and napier grass,
Slightly dancing in the wind for some unknown music,
The soothing morning sun shines on my engrossed face
I humble and obey the rituals in my heart
Behind the façade of a smiling face lies a restless soul,
Jailed by the fear of the rebirth of yore
All point t one hell of a life I trod.
The sun now behind the cloud, I tolerate the sudden chill,
It gives me a refreshing feel of things to come.
Perhaps, I shall never again experience the empty stage of starting off,
Maybe, luck lurks in my path now and forever.
Emptiness, lost hope, and anxiety might never be my portion anymore,
My shield shall stand the storm of injustice against my being.
I pause, look up and a sigh of relief escapes me,
Saluting the passing breeze.
I think my journey is now on course.
Is shall sit at the council of elders and learn the trick for the road.
I close my eyes and in a fleeting moment I gaze in my soul,
The place of the plains ensnares my imagination,
I surrender to the beauty of innocence and calmness thereby
(the bustle and hassle only for the ants below)
I meet a girl by the thorny bush;
He breast are still shy, legit,
To my eloquence she succumbs
We mate, I sire and there’s a mark on that part.
My spirit is free from the constraints of the city
I surpass my taught laws and tread carefully
Inside the world of explanation
30th March 2008
The fire in your eyes!
The poet in me.
The cosmos Ad Infinitum.
This is a poem for you.
My energy fields have done their round/trip continuum,
They’ve settled back near your attractions
When I started, it was me inside you.
Those eyes promise much.
I’m drunk with them,
I’m merry in my helplessness towards their passion,
My knees can’t hold,
My defences are nothing around you.
Oh!
That infamous line of yore,
Full of my teenage testosterone and promise,
Laden with prophetic surprise,
‘Magy will come back’
23rd July 2015 at 5:23 a.m
A poem written to honor my wife, the inspiration in her eyes today morning.
Our current modern disposition rests as in all humanity,
The message of brotherliness within died minutes ago.
Choked and strangled by the serpent which at our dawn
began to coil around our tree of being.
We made noise, but it wasn’t strong enough…
Now, we raise our voices again,
After decades of accepting subjugation,
After swimming in tandem with the serpent’s idea.
Our protests recede back into time’
And reveal in black and white, our Pharisaic essence.
It uncovers a debate between serpents
Each accusing the other of deceit.
They are sounds of encouragement,
Voices of cheering on each other,
To this road of freedom we have taken on lately-free from conscience.
No difference.
We are alike, we are brothers…
Our children,
Our youths
Mothers and fathers-our parents
March possessed towards the alluring sea
The sea which promises and boasts of all that could be invented.
We believe.
That every disabled
(More so, mentally)
Are fit for stagnation.
Yes, not one.
Even our learned- empathise with my situation to be counselled.
Am surely phobic
Yet they force me to show them my all-I refused
But they tore me down anaesthetically,
And rob me of my ego. My manhood!
I have no love; (pause)
We have no love, (pause)
I feel no love. (Pause)
Nobody loves me. (Pause)
Nobody (pause)
No, (slight pause) not one.
17 November 2006