Unmade

The cut
The saw
The carve
Maybe a sandpaper
Give me a fine touch
An artistic finish
No art can match
Am made!

The clay
The tray
and sieve
Am mudded
Carefully fingered
Dried and burnt &
Am made.

...to be continued

Soak Me in Black

Kitale my first Love,
Land of my childhood
What power you always wield
You steal my sojourning mood

I dread your embrace
Lest in your pillowy arms I be
Detained

Let's do a handshake today
Just today
For am compelled
Not to give but take
Sweet warm an embrace
From sour land turned sweet
Land of the black gold
Though unloved now I pledge
Undying love
Though shortly but I promise
To come again

Soak me in black
For I no longer mind
The weight of my suit's worth
On my purse
Just soak me In black
For I promise to wash it
Hyssop clean once fully soaked
Back home

Paint my car black
For though the terrain be
Too cheap for my Bugatti
Soon it'll be soaked
In black
To secure my car's worth
And recompense
Injuries sustained

Though I drench in sweat
Beneath the sweltering air
Please soak me in black
And I'll wipe my brow
Once, only once
am home

I swear al be all glitter
When I long & come back
For your embrace,
To dip my little finger even
In black
To soak my suits again
Paint my Bugattis
And soak selves in black

We'll be careful though
To keep minimal, if any
Ekile's contact
With black
For he ought to always stay
Sparkling clean
To leave the dirt of black
To the true lovers
Of sour land turned sweet
In our sworn, undying love

©hpg

Heaven Beckons

Heaven beckons
Earth appeals
Nature weighs
Right against wrong
Yours to choose...

Painful to forego, the
Aura of fun and LIFE
Usually a 'necessity', to
Live your life in full

Give it your best
Invest your last
Choose wisdom
Host understanding
Against all glow
Never to pressure buckle
Attain your eternity

©henry paul gichana

This Oath

I will not text you
I don't wanna vex you
About how this takes me
I wouldn't tell you
That it feels awkward
This feeling of guilt
Constantly gnawing
Silently wasting
My inner peace
But do I say,
Nay should I say!
Time's little, precious
Should I waste it?
Prudence says, am fine
Oyster mum
I wouldn't say a thing
I don't wanna break
This oath...

Fear of the Unknown

A strong attraction
A simple admiration
Indelidible the mark
On my heart's wall

I yearn for that day
To end this music
My heart plays
Of a passion untold

The heart is mean
A spring of waters
The treasure unshared
Despite this seething urge

The tongue craves
The treasure to unveil
Forth be words poured
This load to relieve

But words aren't becoming
None to be uttered
At least not verbally
The fear of the unknown.

AutoCrazy

Compare it with madness
In sooth it thrives
In fact it runs
Down every mans veins
Only the degree varies

Promise

Promis neva 2 fail in ths BELIEF:
2 BLV in wht u BLV
N b confident in ur BLV,
2 fight 4 tht whch u BLV, being
assured in ur BLV;
Differing opinion notwitstanding.
4 much is th acclaim born
of a BLV held than to
a pressure buckled;
2 a BLV compromised.
D u promis?