In the beginning was her smile,
Caught mine eye, it held for a while
Her beauty,
Simple!
A flash of a thought,
slow feet.
From walk to trot
approached i.
Cautious!
Curious!
to put name to face,
to put face to from
her whereabouts to know
already
aflame.
In the beginning.
was a game,
that goes by common name
the hunt,
the chase,
caught in the intrigues.
of numbers
dates
impulsive adventures.
nocturnal chats.
palatable excitement.
In the beginning,
was not intent
to feel such intense.
to carry her heart mine heart
In the beginning
she was she.
i was i.
now,we
the her and me.
Thursday, November 06, 2008
The Split
Today i broke her heart,
told her we should part.
Because of me she cried a river
wondering why i would leave her.
Today she prayed for mercy,
and i for forgiveness,
...and as i left she asked me "why"
"Goodbye!" my one reply.
told her we should part.
Because of me she cried a river
wondering why i would leave her.
Today she prayed for mercy,
and i for forgiveness,
...and as i left she asked me "why"
"Goodbye!" my one reply.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I've Moved
I've moved,
with sacks,
shoes,
and socks of mine.
closer to tranquil,
quiet,
solace.
I've moved,
removed i,
from proximity of you.
the lies,
that about you buzz,
flies,
over rotting carcass.
I've moved,
schooled,
in heart,
in mind,
Sharper.
This poem is a good-bye note written at the end of a relationship by the one who is leaving after a betrayal.
with sacks,
shoes,
and socks of mine.
closer to tranquil,
quiet,
solace.
I've moved,
removed i,
from proximity of you.
the lies,
that about you buzz,
flies,
over rotting carcass.
I've moved,
schooled,
in heart,
in mind,
Sharper.
This poem is a good-bye note written at the end of a relationship by the one who is leaving after a betrayal.
Monday, May 05, 2008
I'm Interested
I'm interested;
in how you woke today,
in the dream you dreamt last night,
in the time alone you spent.
I'm interested;
in how you mother is,
in your fathers persistent whiz,
and that your unruly brother.
I'm interested;
in the colors you like,
in the things that bring you delight,
in your worries, your cares.
I'm interested;
in the color of your eyes
in your dimples when you smile
and when you anger, that frown.
I'm interested
...in loving you.
in how you woke today,
in the dream you dreamt last night,
in the time alone you spent.
I'm interested;
in how you mother is,
in your fathers persistent whiz,
and that your unruly brother.
I'm interested;
in the colors you like,
in the things that bring you delight,
in your worries, your cares.
I'm interested;
in the color of your eyes
in your dimples when you smile
and when you anger, that frown.
I'm interested
...in loving you.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Poster
Your picture on a poster.
your face,
captured!
the dark of your eyes, soft.
the curves of your lips, smooth.
a dimple.
Perched above.
a feast,
for hungry waking eyes.
a salve,
for eyes sore from longer days.
as drift i;
from sleep
awakened!
and all day
those eyes
that smile
...linger.
your face,
captured!
the dark of your eyes, soft.
the curves of your lips, smooth.
a dimple.
Perched above.
a feast,
for hungry waking eyes.
a salve,
for eyes sore from longer days.
as drift i;
from sleep
awakened!
and all day
those eyes
that smile
...linger.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Election speak
The closer we get to election day, the more heated the discussions, the more the emotions rise and also observe. I've been in the company of my friends each of which have different political inclinations. The one thing i do dislike is this TRIBAL talk that has so clouded many in thinking that we can see these politicians for who they are - A TRIBE OF THEIR OWN.
Case in point, look back at the last lot and how they managed to keep increasing their own benefits with this excuse and with that.
It appears to me that in any new government, like in any sort of organization or society, there will be roles to be filled.Some will be the darlings of the public, some will be public enemies, some will be THUGS of corruption, others will be GOOD examples.
The tribe of politicians will continue to grow, new ones are coming and the roles have to be filled. It is for us then to chose the lesser evil and hope for the best.
Case in point, look back at the last lot and how they managed to keep increasing their own benefits with this excuse and with that.
It appears to me that in any new government, like in any sort of organization or society, there will be roles to be filled.Some will be the darlings of the public, some will be public enemies, some will be THUGS of corruption, others will be GOOD examples.
The tribe of politicians will continue to grow, new ones are coming and the roles have to be filled. It is for us then to chose the lesser evil and hope for the best.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Ramblings on stocks
There is a lot of buzz about Safaricom IPO and how lots of money will be made.From what it looks like, the stock will be oversubscribed, and going by some sources by a couple of billions.
One wonders whether elections will have an effect for this appetite, and more how the other stocks will be affected.
I look at this with slight despair, with the knowledge that the bigger sharks will be eating more of this pie i.e corporates and i may just be reduced to minimum number of shares.
One wonders whether elections will have an effect for this appetite, and more how the other stocks will be affected.
I look at this with slight despair, with the knowledge that the bigger sharks will be eating more of this pie i.e corporates and i may just be reduced to minimum number of shares.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
If you want
If you want,
hearts can sing again,
sing to end of rain,
sing liberated by pain,
sing to another start.
If you want,
farce of casual friendship will fade,
that of a deeper one invade,
filling empty spaces deep,
with joy,with happiness and laughter.
If you want,
your captive i will be,
where the world is you and me,
never loyalty to doubt
a pledge, with mind,with heart.
If you want,
then let it be
again that you and me
and life...we will make it be
a greater you and me.
hearts can sing again,
sing to end of rain,
sing liberated by pain,
sing to another start.
If you want,
farce of casual friendship will fade,
that of a deeper one invade,
filling empty spaces deep,
with joy,with happiness and laughter.
If you want,
your captive i will be,
where the world is you and me,
never loyalty to doubt
a pledge, with mind,with heart.
If you want,
then let it be
again that you and me
and life...we will make it be
a greater you and me.
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