EASTGATE

And so they played
the script we knew and watched

sub-altered identities
and myths of Media-ted #Oneness
superimposed on septic sores
of fermented ethnicities

the myth of shared miseries
across class and race

we sink deeper into this filth
we are all accomplices
in this occassional drama of the absurd
glorious partakers of these
endless murders of our shared Kenyanity

but you must remain
in dreams as a dream
it is safer that way
the reality is too demanding
and dreams are flawless
even without pressure

so this Media-ted #Oneness
must remain in dreams
dream-as-a dream

for reality is too demanding
on this our
inglorious.
collective.
but fickle
mental faculties

let us dream together.

© October 2013

MUTHONI

It is the echo of silence
that perturbs the souls of men
for women too must surrender
to the thriving fragrance of success

it is the way of womanity

a heart once cluttered now flowers
the cracks but temporary
healed and sealed

you are a miracle worker
perhaps the finest of them all

should i dwell in memory
of the best 'other'
or embrace the bittersweet
indulgence of new freedoms

i choose not the wanderer
but the calm embrace of the walk i took
into the beckoning tranquility
of uncertain pathways

yet so good to the eyes
we are now forever

the finest of them all
for you
too
are a miracle worker.

© September 2013

CAPTIVES

With wanton abandon
we stood and rose
queued and booed our voices hoarse
champions of democrazy we were

in the innocence of babes
we raised our visuals
and shared our visions
and dreams of possibilities
we were wrong perhaps
but choices we made none-the-less

now in the ripeness of time
we bow and bend and engage
in contorted performances of barren faith

in search of the vision

Alas!
our once-Jubilated faces
now dressed in melancholic indifference
we shudder to imagine
we were fooled and tooled
we cry ... ... in silent surrender
we curse ... ... in silent trepidation
of what may come

September it merely is
not so removed from March 4th

we are captives
in this our self-made prison
of distorted identities

who really are we
in this game numbers
and celebrated tyrannies


 © September 2013

PLATEAUS

No respector of hue
the sky opens
to all of God's creation

thunder rings to all alike
poorest of the rich
and blondest of geeks

though sojourners
into the future we may be
our feetpaths point backwards
in this law of opposites

backwards and forwards
in constant  antagonisms

or is this a return to the future?

 © July 2013

BODY OF CHRIST

we chase in haste
the fleeting aromas of life
we strive to conform
in a world in need of reforms

but who are you to judge
the living or the dead

yet morality hangs by a noose
as guardians dance away
in earthly purgatories

we swing and sway
sway and sashay
in the rhythmic cries
of suffocated humanness

we are holding hands
we are holding breathe
we are waiting to exhale

in the end
only life matters.

 © July 2013

RITUALS

Listening to the sound of silence
enchanted by the thick weight
of a subsuming darkness

when you stood still and then danced bare
on the sandy lakeshores of Nam Lolwe
(and no
you are not a strip tease artist)

i couldn't step into
these silences you created for me

is there victory in stillness
and conquest in defeat

and why are you on fire?
again?

 © June 2013

CARNIVORE

If you were a favourite diner
would you carry me in your menu

if a bird you were to be
would you let i ride
underneath those your furry wings
to that place so eternal

so if you were a maissonette
would you let me sit on this your patio
my bare butts in celebrated communion
or will you let me lay prostrate
on these your concrete haunches

and if a river you became
would you let my hardy canoe slip slide and slither
through your untested clefts
sliding and slipping through the soft rocks
of your riverine walls

would you let me emerge victorius
on the other side of this one way tunnel?

but you are a volcano
dormant and active at the same go
only erupting at the right touch

boom-didi-boom!

© June 2013

THINGS THAT HAPPEN ONLY ONCE

i have touched the stars

no need for the chasing of fireflies

 

i have seen the star

no more desire for orbiting suns

 

i have kissed the bride

and licked the lime

of surrendered liberties

am grown and gowned

© February 2013