Never stop Falling...

In more than a million ways;
Your eyes speak out Love.
My heart burns in incense and myrrh.
Like a torchlight you illuminate my my heart.
You deep me in the Fragrance of your Love;
And i come out sparkled and radiated.
In jokes, riddles and fables we relate.
The banks of my eyes overflow with Happiness.
You shower me with laughter and smiles.
My ribs crack and rapture with Joy.
Passion pops from within like champagne.
We share a glass of warm feelings.
Love overwhelms and fills my heart to Brim.
Our cup, our cup runs over!

Purpose Driven

Like a rainbow after the rain God scribbles on my brain.
And I scribble poetry on a line.
I put all my thoughts down.
God writes on my cloud;
His writings sink deep and i make Him proud.
Filled with inspiration i write.
Like a candle in the dark i burn bright.
I echo what He says;
And dance to what He plays.
I represent His will to the fullest.
Prose and poetry I write.
I don't question His Holy Spirit;
Neither do I let the devil lower my Spirit. 
In excellence I try to fight my battle.
With patience and humility i ride my shuttle.
I radiate His beam and I live for HIM!!

Epileptic Episode

Tell me…is it wrong?

I spent long hours at night nurturing my obsession

I burn the midnight oil amidst literary exposures.

Countless hours I spend bumming between thoughts.

I would spend my late hours cursing out poetry from within.

“Is this worth it”, I would ask myself.

‘Just write’, my heart would whisper to I.

With my hand glued to my pen I would scribble on my notebook.

In thoughts I would re-live my pains, doubts, fear and Love.

At times I would travel in space to foreign galaxies.

While sitted on my desk I would hear the silent screams;

         Screams of the voiceless and the desperate.

While still sitted on my desk I would hear songs;

         Songs of jubilation and celebration.

Trust me…its exciting yet scary.

At times I would plunge into a deep specter.

I would attend weddings, birthdays, anniversaries etc.

Infact I once attend my own funeral.

Unbelievable…? Yes, I know!

It was as sad as it sounds.

I was moved to tears as I faced my worst fear!

The fear wasn’t death…trust me!

It was the sight of seeing my love helpless and vulnerable.

My kids flinched in sadness as their eyes welled up in tears.

Anyway let’s not get emotional...not today!

Today am just in a rhetoric state.

Am just stating…Is my late night hours worth my stay?

I refer to them as my ‘Epileptic episodes’

For they come abrupt like seizures.

If am to give an ending to this rhetoric statement.

It would be a two words Epitaph “Self-Indulgent”.

Why...???

I ask myself why?

Why do I keep on doing this?

I nurse this obsession day-in day-out!

My mind is not settled,

My thoughts wonder in search of satisfaction.

Passionately and earnestly I seek,

Frankly, what I seek is a miracle…

It’s an insight to discernment.

In this foundation I beseech thee,

Desperately I implore, oh Lord to let I be.

Although everything seem vague….i still hope.

My heart craves for understanding that comes with it,

My mind yearns for revelation.

I desire to fathom what I don’t know.

Be able to see past the reality,

I fancy dancing to the tone of discourse,

Understand the mystery beyond written words.

My joy lies in the unknown meaning,

It’s the hidden philosophy of life.

The un-fore-told wisdom which pokes my brain,

That which turns my thoughts in swirls

Like a whirl-wind I work hard and smart.

Oh, Lord fill my cup with the desires of my heart.

         Drown me in a pool of your blessings.

         Set I high upon the rock! 

OPERATION LINDA NCHI

Kenyan soldiers take arms

Father, sons and brothers walk into the battle field

With patriotism deeply engraved within they match forward

History is made and the future is secured.

My countrymen wage war against Al-shabaab

Like a surgeon removing a cancer tumor they wage on

Kenya my country my pride they sing and soldier on

From a distance we watch and listen to Gun shots.

Kenyans die as we secure our victory against Terrorism

With heartfelt groans we mourn our departed patriots

They gave their lives so that Kenya might live

We can never consecrate nor hallow their deaths

What they died for is a just and noble course

Today we take increase devotion in their course

They will live to be remembered.

Fathers, sons and brothers we salute you!                                                                                                                          

H.B.D

Birthday come like shooting stars,

They brighten our past,

Shading more light to the future.

Like a new page of a book,

Our birthdays flip open, come and pass; sweeping us to another class.

Today is your birthday…

You fall like a shooting star.

I know your face glees and your heart smolders with joy.

But how I pray!!

That this birthday fills you with insight;

Bringing you a step closer to understanding LOVE.

The love of a husband who is always beside you…

The love of a son who adores you like a goddess.

The love of people who care about you and wish you well,

And the Love of the Almighty who watches over you day and night.

Happy birthday!

Like the clay in the Potter’s hands

 
Like a broken piece of pottery I lay

          With pieces scattered all over.

My being drowns in a pool of misery.

My broken spirit vanishes into thin air.

A broken and contrite heart is all I have.

A blot of sin crushes my inmost place.

Pity and Sorrow flood from within.

Guilt hangs like a scotching sun.

My clay feels dehydrated like a sand dune.

As Euthanasia attack my pillar of dust…

          You are proved right!

For like the desert-rain your timing is perfect.

My clay softens in your hands.

You put together my marred pieces; 

          shaping them as seemed best to You.

Like warm butter sliding down a hot toast
          You smoothen all my rough edges.

Again, within the Potter’s House I commit my cause.

          You are proved right!!

For like clay in the Potter’s hands so am I!