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?

The Smiling Infant

The yell, the shriek
The piercing cry
Of that infant, the newborn
Seemed normal at first
Till it strangled and killed
The ululations, the dance, the joy
Of the three quarter, pain-watered fruit
The birth of the sun

This was mama’s birth day
Ruined by my yell prolonged
In place of joy seized fear
For this yelling infant
Unyielding to all effort
Away mama’s cronies went
Downcast
Their effort unappreciated

I swore and cursed
As baba narrated
The unfolding of my born-day
I thought it a relief
Had I joined in their joy
To kick, giggle and smile
To ease the pain
And give in turn
A culmination of joy
The smiling infant

I swore to appreciate
Friends above all
And wished I had
A good load of them
To remind me above all
Of mama’s birth day
And that smiling infant
I ought to be

I smile at your wishes
In a bid to appreciate
The effort of thine fingers
I grin as you wish me
A happy birth day
Though within bites
The yell and shriek
That clouded that day

I smile as you wish me
To outlive my predecessors
Though I know for sure
Limited our life-scale is
I smile as you regard me
To blow 1001 candles
While in sooth I confess
Never to have seen a birthday’s glow

As I watch the scramble
For this fictitious cake
Aglow with candles
I swallow a smile
Down with this rounded ball
Of delicious African cake

I smile awash with sweat
As I picture hard
The reality in your wish
The realization with which
I’ll sit and be happy
Blow all the candles
And cut the best of cakes
To have merry in the fullest
Yet with you, My friend

I can’t complain at all
For friends are meant to be
Good wishes to be appreciated
Without demur but a smile
For that’s what I ought to be
The smiling infant

Truth Be Told

Be told oh truth
Calmed this seethe be
That the pierce of peace
May thrust deep
To sew up the dent within

Posses me oh legion of truth
Engulf me in thine beauty
Be the song, beautiful I sing
Bring forth this pricking pain
And heal the murderous incision

This suicide by will I take
To seal the gaping wound
To let mine heart burst
Truth to set free
That in death I may live

Let it be known that I
Son of the bull fell
The thud stole away
The shell round my heart
And with a taste of pain, I writhe

Let truth be told
That you, dearest you
Pushed me down
Inflicted this wound deep
Yet subconsciously did so

From wasting save it
Tell me it’s safe
That though I may fall
Further down
Your grasp will be there.

Adieu

Behold the strength therein contained
In thine heart to make or break
Ye chose the latter forwent the former
And break ye did yet with precision
Experienced a predator aimed & struck
Taking your time ye let the prey
Linger long to be wary of danger
Lo and behold,
The resounding
Re-awakening blow

Adieu
Long live thine heart
To tell the tales
Of thine life

©gich

Confess & Be

Breathless you may be
Beneath heavy life loads
At your tether end you be
Seeing nought but life's back
Ever on your toes
Yet life's yet to yield
Forth surge feelings
Confession they eagerly await

Miserable you may feel
Yokes too heavy to carry
Hopeless you ought feel
Upon recurrent breakdowns
Surrender you resort
A breed of withered confidence
Justified your confession be
But yet still hold on

Confess you are miserable
And misery you'll forever harbour
Consider self incapable
And brace for nought but breakdowns
Confess you are hopeless
Hope flees; life ceases.

That Smile...

Had i the meanest heart i could not give
Owned i the worst face i could not smile
Were i the world's bank i could not spend
Had i the prettiest girl i could not love
Yet a smile on that face not could but charm
To give my heart, smile the broadest
To spend my last and love my life.

A Thought, A Yearning...

Sometimes we bear thoughts
Never to bear them
Sometimes we yearn
Things beyond our reach
Our hands fully outstretched
A passion to possess them
The rift between us
Struggles with our hearts
With much gusto & verve
As our passions
Our desires ambivalent

©henry paul