Prison is not entirely confinement
it can be physically restrictive...
but you only bring the society of a convicted mind
to engage themselves with more intimacy.
Our situations in life are no more as restrictive
because humanity glares at us with unrelenting reserves.
So like prisoners, we are in constant conversations
with amplitudes of ourselves and our minds.
We refine and shed like snakes the old skin.
I reinvent myself on a constant struggle within
We have become like scholars,
sentenced to reflect on life.
Because the time served is a lifetime.
We are eager to impress our judge,
Doesn't matter who we make the judge...
For our past become crystal clear as time winds,
Like convicts growing more aware of the crimes committed,
than a justice system governing our land.
And when it comes to psychological evaluations
Our moral fibers would serve as interesting fodder
to morality issues in our country.
Our history presents some things as repetitive.
An' the modern man still grapples with them.
We are the patterns of our thought,
When we have our most undivided attention to genius
Realizing the challenge,
We result to propose dimensions
That compose and define a mind of genius.
We do our greatest harm,
for a mind is free an' full of love for things
and because no meager mind has a matching charm!
Yet, There are those who are free even behind bars,
For truly,
There is no prison of mind.
Only what is in our mind, and that we are.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Live yours right!
A person puts up a spirited search,
for the certainties of tomorrow,
to grasp predictability upon the events,
of the natural world and the artificial ones.
Then there are those certain aspects of morality,
That we are in continuous pursuit of perfection,
To get better, to want better, to have better.
Yet there is a certainty of death,
and life puts on a grave importance,
for those in suffering and the ones in bliss.
We become authentic with our activities.
Every endeavor becomes personal or has our personal touch
To free the oppressed, to feed the hungry, to heal the sick...
becomes the domain of the privileged.
Health in society is to care for all,
Law in a land is to govern all, if not our morals...
Food to feed thee strength of a working nation
and that of those who are struggling.
The empty walk in tatters, shred to pieces within
Love for them has faded, and are monstrous in the eye.
Then the qualitative and the quantitative measures of life
tells us apart, of who's worthy and who's not.
and that is introduced as our norm,
We accept it with much trepidation,
discriminating amongst friends and making foes.
The order sips into disorder, convincing us we are still right.
However far from human we have come,
Our outbursts and menacing nature makes us alien.
Those that do receive true salvation,
are too timid to speak up.
The times are rife for a repeat of history,
where good men are sacrificed.
The true revelations is that we are life,
a beginning to it and inevitably an end.
A darkness and light,
So I live mine right,
while another lives theirs as they see fit!
for the certainties of tomorrow,
to grasp predictability upon the events,
of the natural world and the artificial ones.
Then there are those certain aspects of morality,
That we are in continuous pursuit of perfection,
To get better, to want better, to have better.
Yet there is a certainty of death,
and life puts on a grave importance,
for those in suffering and the ones in bliss.
We become authentic with our activities.
Every endeavor becomes personal or has our personal touch
To free the oppressed, to feed the hungry, to heal the sick...
becomes the domain of the privileged.
Health in society is to care for all,
Law in a land is to govern all, if not our morals...
Food to feed thee strength of a working nation
and that of those who are struggling.
The empty walk in tatters, shred to pieces within
Love for them has faded, and are monstrous in the eye.
Then the qualitative and the quantitative measures of life
tells us apart, of who's worthy and who's not.
and that is introduced as our norm,
We accept it with much trepidation,
discriminating amongst friends and making foes.
The order sips into disorder, convincing us we are still right.
However far from human we have come,
Our outbursts and menacing nature makes us alien.
Those that do receive true salvation,
are too timid to speak up.
The times are rife for a repeat of history,
where good men are sacrificed.
The true revelations is that we are life,
a beginning to it and inevitably an end.
A darkness and light,
So I live mine right,
while another lives theirs as they see fit!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Done
It is no wonder to me, that the truth has been so elusive to many.
Mostly because the truth is right in front of our eyes. It is so simple and yet powerful, it is thought to be kept hidden. To realize this truth gives both strength on one side and cripples on the other.
How else do we live in a world of serious contradictions, that bringing conflict between one another, and within ourselves. It is better to do whatever in our means to survive and undo any obstacle in our without much remorse. We are tearing the bonds between us, creating new ones on condition of this or that.
How does the world fail so much, that my home is plagued by curable diseases. That while I have meal in my home, another suffers under the tyranny of poverty. The gap is growing wider, estranging neighbor with neighbor. How many days must we wake to see one another like human beings. What is this promise of a Kingdom of Heaven? If heaven is not among us who live.
The dead hold the world's wisdom, only they can tell for sure if there are parallels of this world. So what has to be, is life in full. Let those who do wrong pay, here on earth, let who yearn, let be into their aspirations. Every war has it's hero, so will every side. So whose war are we fighting, whose pain, whose peace are we calling for? Mine and yours.
We have learnt through history, our strength is in great measure. Withing ancient wording, and coding. We are what has to be done. The peace, the prosperity of all.
Mostly because the truth is right in front of our eyes. It is so simple and yet powerful, it is thought to be kept hidden. To realize this truth gives both strength on one side and cripples on the other.
How else do we live in a world of serious contradictions, that bringing conflict between one another, and within ourselves. It is better to do whatever in our means to survive and undo any obstacle in our without much remorse. We are tearing the bonds between us, creating new ones on condition of this or that.
How does the world fail so much, that my home is plagued by curable diseases. That while I have meal in my home, another suffers under the tyranny of poverty. The gap is growing wider, estranging neighbor with neighbor. How many days must we wake to see one another like human beings. What is this promise of a Kingdom of Heaven? If heaven is not among us who live.
The dead hold the world's wisdom, only they can tell for sure if there are parallels of this world. So what has to be, is life in full. Let those who do wrong pay, here on earth, let who yearn, let be into their aspirations. Every war has it's hero, so will every side. So whose war are we fighting, whose pain, whose peace are we calling for? Mine and yours.
We have learnt through history, our strength is in great measure. Withing ancient wording, and coding. We are what has to be done. The peace, the prosperity of all.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Passers By...
So I proceeded to retire from my spontaneous life,
and now am at this place which threatens to take me away,
from myself and the heights of character.
I guess it feels like am walking around with a dull lamp,
Peering with squinting eyes at the far horizon,
wondering what powers shall come save me,
from my plight for I am suffering utter boredom.
Yet I can only save myself,
because I am my own source of pleasure
and Man's pleasure is in having his own way.
So I find myself in a smoky cafe,
which am told is some fault of mine...
I can however manage to articulate these things surrounding,
and they are very much to my entertainment.
Thank God for my brother,
who results to incredulous things,
for his own amusement and mine.
There is also some chance of solace in literature...
These past few weeks have afforded me
the little mercies of a reader's digest.
An assurance against mental starvation.
But I have started to enjoy,
the timeless design that is creation,
it is in every passer-by's eyes.
Like tailors handling expensive garments,
produce inventions and the foreigners go crazy calling them.."Designers"
Yet, Just like them I strive to cut a coat above the rest.
How you might regard the attempt,
I live to you to consider the personal touch.
The environment here is quite resourceful,
even though I did allude to its boredom a little earlier,
there is plenty of salt in the sea,
as is in this cafe's shakers.
A fat man is waiting anxiously on a table,
as the lean trendy waiter brings in his greasy meal,
and the doctor right behind him,
sipping on a strong cup of tea.
I, like every one else placed in this mosaic of life,
happen to have a pen and paper,
to document how greedy and sloppy this luxuriant man is!
So this must be a popular joint,
for passers-by and GK AFFILIATES.
their coffee is quite improved too.
Soon,
I'll put everything back into my folder,
and walk out into the boredom again,
join the busy mass passing by.
Because am just another passer by,
With urgent matters to attend to.
and now am at this place which threatens to take me away,
from myself and the heights of character.
I guess it feels like am walking around with a dull lamp,
Peering with squinting eyes at the far horizon,
wondering what powers shall come save me,
from my plight for I am suffering utter boredom.
Yet I can only save myself,
because I am my own source of pleasure
and Man's pleasure is in having his own way.
So I find myself in a smoky cafe,
which am told is some fault of mine...
I can however manage to articulate these things surrounding,
and they are very much to my entertainment.
Thank God for my brother,
who results to incredulous things,
for his own amusement and mine.
There is also some chance of solace in literature...
These past few weeks have afforded me
the little mercies of a reader's digest.
An assurance against mental starvation.
But I have started to enjoy,
the timeless design that is creation,
it is in every passer-by's eyes.
Like tailors handling expensive garments,
produce inventions and the foreigners go crazy calling them.."Designers"
Yet, Just like them I strive to cut a coat above the rest.
How you might regard the attempt,
I live to you to consider the personal touch.
The environment here is quite resourceful,
even though I did allude to its boredom a little earlier,
there is plenty of salt in the sea,
as is in this cafe's shakers.
A fat man is waiting anxiously on a table,
as the lean trendy waiter brings in his greasy meal,
and the doctor right behind him,
sipping on a strong cup of tea.
I, like every one else placed in this mosaic of life,
happen to have a pen and paper,
to document how greedy and sloppy this luxuriant man is!
So this must be a popular joint,
for passers-by and GK AFFILIATES.
their coffee is quite improved too.
Soon,
I'll put everything back into my folder,
and walk out into the boredom again,
join the busy mass passing by.
Because am just another passer by,
With urgent matters to attend to.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Inside...
I saw five dead today...with bullet holes. Nothing like what we see in movies, that's just screen play!
I saw the horror in death, the grave silence and no movement. It made me sick. I held it in,and looked into every dead man's eyes. I am not afraid of death, God's children aren't.
However,I am afraid of something...it occurred to me when I finally decided to go to Strathmore. You mean a lot to me, a tad too much. I know what you mean by pushing me to the periphery, and I never had a problem with that. Until now, when you put it so vividly. Tired you say...I hope not!
We are both quite capable of moving on, with much ease I'd believe. Thing is, I always like it when you come over or when I see you. Life is so vulnerable and brief...am here to make my peace and die.
Be forgotten and make room for some other sensation to the world. I am not sure of this world, what I will get eventually. I am sure though, I will truly and gladly have you. Am not only saying that, I know how serious am feeling.
Pity how things unfold between us, an effortless adventure. You need the thrill I know...I need the scars and the dare devil moments. I did find what I was looking for...it is right in front of my eyes. I just wish you'd turn around and see, yourself looking at me. My eyes have never been this clear, you'll see!
I miss you.
Do not spare me, I don't need protection from you!
Protect me from the world, because I am about to upset it. Disturb its controversies, make my life's attempt.
I want to live full...
I saw the horror in death, the grave silence and no movement. It made me sick. I held it in,and looked into every dead man's eyes. I am not afraid of death, God's children aren't.
However,I am afraid of something...it occurred to me when I finally decided to go to Strathmore. You mean a lot to me, a tad too much. I know what you mean by pushing me to the periphery, and I never had a problem with that. Until now, when you put it so vividly. Tired you say...I hope not!
We are both quite capable of moving on, with much ease I'd believe. Thing is, I always like it when you come over or when I see you. Life is so vulnerable and brief...am here to make my peace and die.
Be forgotten and make room for some other sensation to the world. I am not sure of this world, what I will get eventually. I am sure though, I will truly and gladly have you. Am not only saying that, I know how serious am feeling.
Pity how things unfold between us, an effortless adventure. You need the thrill I know...I need the scars and the dare devil moments. I did find what I was looking for...it is right in front of my eyes. I just wish you'd turn around and see, yourself looking at me. My eyes have never been this clear, you'll see!
I miss you.
Do not spare me, I don't need protection from you!
Protect me from the world, because I am about to upset it. Disturb its controversies, make my life's attempt.
I want to live full...
Where the air is Thick!...
Where the air is thick!
I have gone to a place,
like what a journey would be...
and had sweet thick mango juice,
A Kayamba playing in the back ground,
like that group of men call themselves Kayamba Africa
there was a man though,
a Rasta Man chewing at Muguka
green gobbler and something he's mumbling
between stuffing his mouth.
and puffing a cigarette,
the air here is unmistakably thick
so he says with a thick baritone voice,
"young man!",
"write us some of that scribble you call poetry..."
"am in a mood for anything"
and a thick air came about me,
to put some sense into him!
I have had the taste of the loins
put to folklore my curiosity and yearning...
My friends and I prepare judgment over things,
before our indulgence,
I listen to Bach, Mozart and still get high on Jua Cali talent,
there are emerging Benga, Jazz and Soul birds where I revel,
it is not just the drink and dance floor that takes me there
it is the thick air around,
the music and people dancing to it,
I might just as well have Alvaro while am at it.
I was looking for club Sound…
Listen to my own kind for a start,
That never seems to pan out as I imagine it…
In fact so have many things, I keep holding back.
Of course the fellow going green in his mouth,
Had something to say to this,
Took a lot of stomaching for my young intestines,
“ Young Man[Kijana!] did you use rubber?”
“ Then you know nothing of tasting loins”
Taken aback, “AIDs” would have been a more probable
Way to go about it.
I simply manage… “The world is a terrifying place”
And the thick starts again about me…
Now taking a form of rage.
The thick air around,
In the library between books on a shelf,
Called it philosophy, poetry, art….
I think I saw Hamlet in some play Shakespeare wrote,
And now the soap opera about me,
A love affair am having has failed in comparison of these.
So I’ll keep wanting more,
Scribe my own kind of scheme to brain wash people
That this too is a kind of love.
The thick air about me,
The life here within.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Student Martyr….
Student Martyr….
We are the start of a good tomorrow,
A local campus will unsettle these streets,
Stop traffic for a course,
Because there are others in prison schools,
Waiting to be bailed out,
Out of an eight for fall system,
Doing K.C.S.E and coming to this domain,
The AAAAAAAAA’s and EEEEEEEEEEEE’s of a failing system.
We are student Martyrs,
Make those who come, a better place.
While we set new standards academically,
Set new standards on our fee slips,
Shouldn’t pay any higher for the same bull…
Four- five years in the same school,
Is this a money laundering business?
To build castles
We have not even stricken ….
While a Unite Of Nations threw stones at police,
We the stressed-more ask for police escorts in the evening.
A student Martyr will say the unthinkable,
Do the impossible…
To stand for what is right for all students,
For all teaching faculties to comprehend,
The institutions might not need one individual…
But what can they do when there are no students?
Have they not heard of the Domino effect?
Make one fall, and then start a chain of failure…
Build one, and build all the rest.
Life of a student Martyr,
See one and you outcast…
Hear one and you silence…
Read one and you banish.
A student Martyr in persecution.
Don’t they get it? it is we who make the institution.
It is the University of our minds,
Because in our diversities…
We choose to seek a common goal,
A universal understanding of one other!
A student Martyr in our comments,
In the murmur of conversations between us,
It is the voice of the oppressed,
The grunt of the one violated,
It is the cry of injustice outside…
It is the one throwing stone…
The one reading this poetry,
A student martyr living it!
We are the start of a good tomorrow,
A local campus will unsettle these streets,
Stop traffic for a course,
Because there are others in prison schools,
Waiting to be bailed out,
Out of an eight for fall system,
Doing K.C.S.E and coming to this domain,
The AAAAAAAAA’s and EEEEEEEEEEEE’s of a failing system.
We are student Martyrs,
Make those who come, a better place.
While we set new standards academically,
Set new standards on our fee slips,
Shouldn’t pay any higher for the same bull…
Four- five years in the same school,
Is this a money laundering business?
To build castles
We have not even stricken ….
While a Unite Of Nations threw stones at police,
We the stressed-more ask for police escorts in the evening.
A student Martyr will say the unthinkable,
Do the impossible…
To stand for what is right for all students,
For all teaching faculties to comprehend,
The institutions might not need one individual…
But what can they do when there are no students?
Have they not heard of the Domino effect?
Make one fall, and then start a chain of failure…
Build one, and build all the rest.
Life of a student Martyr,
See one and you outcast…
Hear one and you silence…
Read one and you banish.
A student Martyr in persecution.
Don’t they get it? it is we who make the institution.
It is the University of our minds,
Because in our diversities…
We choose to seek a common goal,
A universal understanding of one other!
A student Martyr in our comments,
In the murmur of conversations between us,
It is the voice of the oppressed,
The grunt of the one violated,
It is the cry of injustice outside…
It is the one throwing stone…
The one reading this poetry,
A student martyr living it!
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