You Are Beauty

Beauty lies in the eyes
But what lies inside
What lies in kind
No peace
No pride
To catch to hope
To dream
To feel
But still it lies in the eyes
It lies in the eyes of the beholder
But what lies inside the beholder

Its easier to see
To feel
The beauty outside
Than to caress
And express the beauty inside

The cage that breaks and shatters
Is rebuilt still flounders
Again and again it stutters
Sputtering and coughing
See me
Feel me
Covered and gagged
Dragged to the back
Witholding and folding
Hiding its desiring
To show its face
And drink the sun

Oh

That beautiful sun
Of acknowledgment
Yet
Hiding and groping
Completely enveloping
Is the dire loneliness
The anxious oneness
The gagging and grasping
Darkness
The great empty
You’ve felt it

Its fair to remember
In solo
You seem
But in multi
You’re seen
The tears drowning
The fears sinking
The doubt choking
You’re seen
You’re heard
You’re loved
You are beauty.

To my Khaleesi….

I want to feel your breath against my neck

Blowing air kisses

Stealing my own breath

I want to feel your hands caressing my cheek

Unwittingly yet skillfully unknotting my mind

Pushing aside the drapes of my darkness

Inviting the baby of mischief clinging to my ribcage to come out and play

I want to look into your eyes

Those brown galaxies you walk with

Those eyes that remind me of starry nights and twinkling stars

Eyes that see my soul

Dust and all

And still they weaken my knees

Eyes that reached in and stole my heart

I want to taste those lips

Those full

luscious

Tantalizing

And oh so heavenly inviting lips

Lips that wove a basket of word poetry

That calmed my heart and breastfed my confidence

Lips that cover a mouth that sucked

All the worries and doubts out of my mind

Lips that kisses my skin and conceived

Lustful aching and longing from my groin

Lips that kiss so tender yet so consumingly

My brain goes for a stroll and I forget to breathe.

I want to feel your skin

Supple, dark and beautiful

Skin that has current

Electric current that fans my passions

And sets aflame the fires of longing and protectiveness

Skin that charges my blood

And draws its path with goosebumps on my skin

I want to touch those curves

Curves I need to clip the apex to go round

Curves that cornered me into submission

You’d already won the battle and you didn’t know

Taking the mallet of your physique

Smashing into my primal desires

And slapping my face with it

But most of all

I want to converse with your mind and make love with your heart

That mind that is so witty

So brilliant and so knowledgeable

I admit it

You’re smarter than I am in more ways than I can count

No ifs,

No buts

Its the most attractive thing about you

Your heart comes second

So gentle

Caring

Kind

Warm

Loving

Generous

Inspiring

Its so amazing how such a small thing

Can be so large

So large you made room for me and my woeful ness

My imperfections, warts and all

You stole my heart and locked it in yours

This you know

But all the more

You’re a queen

My queen

You’re the suits to my Barney Stinson

The melody on my heartstrings

The cheese to my pizza

The khaleesi of my dragon

Breaker of my pain

Pearl of beauty

Mother of all that is beautiful and true

Slice me with your smile, I am your bread

Sip me from your glass, I’m your mojito

Iron me with your love, I am your blouse

Mop me with your brilliance and charm, I am your floor

Roast me on the flames and savagery of your wit, I am your goat ribs.

Storm.

I sit and watch the tumble weed

Stampeding patiently across the street

The town used to be full

Children playing hide n seek

Cars inching across the tarmac

Sellers flaunting wares

Couples walking in pairs

Flowers and leaves dancing in the breeze to unheard music

But that was then

And this is now

Then the storm happened

It battered the town and shook the houses

Broke windows and fell trees

And there I was rushing home

Trying to beat the impending doom

Running and falling

Trying to reach home

And the storm raced before me

Battered and shook

Howling and stomping

And shattered our windows

The townspeople fled

All the same night

While I begged them to stay

The little child down the street was last

Wiping tears and dust

The thunder laughed

The lightning took a picture

All said, all done

Beside the house I sit

Watching for the storm

Praying you come back.

The fine print

Funerals aren’t for the dead

They’re for the living to gather and break bread

To shed tears in solemn silence

While scheming relatives mark available property

Birthdays arent for the babies,

They’re for the friends to compare

Contrast and take notes

While the baby contemplates

The yearly reminder of their approaching death.

Weddings aren’t for the bride and groom

They’re for family and friends

Caught up in the minutiae

Sizing up the backgrounds of the other

While searching for probable mates

And an excuse to drink and ogle the bride

One last time.

Graduations arent for students

They’re for parents

Celebrating their validation at having successfully raised a human being

All the while struggling to make them not die

Showing off their offspring as successful

In a tandem bid to jealous-ify their friends and relatives

Elections arent for the voters

Theyre for politicians

Clawing for power and office

A peekaboo game

Here for campaigns

Gone for 5 years

Till next time.

Whisky

Brain is tired

All drained,  weightless 

Trying to see forward, darkness

Clutching, clawing, 

Shreds of light evade 

These fingers

Fingers that have scratched and struggled

Lungs that have tried to suck in air

Only to gasp in despair 

Drowning

Alive but not there

Semblances of humanity 

Memory lapses of hapiness

But I feel nothing, senseless

Looking at faces, and trying to face this

Like a person from the village 

Presented with a plate of cheeses

Laughter, I miss this

Try to smile

But my teeth chatter and sound like hisses

Go about the day dreaming of chocolate kisses

Eat a meal but it tastes like sand paper and weeds

Please

Crack a bottle of whiskey

Tip the bottle and kiss it

For a moment

A grasping moment

I’m alive and I feel it

Crawl down my throat

Stinging and burning 

I’m no connoisseur 

But brethren, messirs

Its amazing

Like a dragon

Breathe out fumes and catch on fire

Gaze at the bottle

Caress its outlines with my eyes

And resurect its deepest desires

Finger the rim of the glass

Swirl the ice

Sip 

Thats class

Shaken not stirred

Like Bond’s bond 

With the waitress

And I look into the night

Smile in the dark

Yes, I can beat this. 

Story

I want to write a story

Something sublime and eery

With characters lust and antagonists bitchy

A story with tears

Giving birth and bleeding fears

Emotions so wild

You imagine them in your chest here
I want to write a story

Where monkeys cook tea 

Acting stereotypically British, raising pinkies

A story warping time

And the characters wrapped in twine

Coctails of spider silk and crocodile milk

And whiskey of elephant sweat

Brewed to perfection in a termite’s pelt
I need to write a story

Of a limitless dream

Inception with an incentive

Make you ponder 

Dream of this with your collective

Wake up and pinch yourself

But the pigs are driving

And the horses cant stop belching

Soup of beetroot and a side of grass

Washed down with an octopus’ gas 

So you cry foul

Wake up straddling an owl 

Spreading its wings

Revealing a tattooed breast

Of a human doing summersaults

Spreading butter on a donkey crest
I need to write a story

Thats creative and calm

Like Mr. Krabs with a bucket of clams

SpongeBob with a pram 

And poor squidward 

Oh poor squidward had sex and got left with crabs

Not the disease you rascal

The crustacean, how terrible 
So I’ll imagine this story

Until it diarrhea’s out of my brain

And makes love 

With my paper and pen

But the problem is one and mundane

How do I start to gather my thoughts then? 

With pensieve like Potter and Snape

Or Dumbledore and with his cape

Oh severus

Sever us 

Avada kedavra 

these words sinking deeply 

the character removed her bra

But what words these are

Not an inkling

Barely a twinkling of sanity

Confused so much 

Sitting next to my dead granny’s tree
One day I’ll write a story

And it will make sense

No jibber jabber

Or peanut butter

With words getting butt hurt

As my fingers eat beans

And words proceed to fart. 

So I pray this plea

I may be tiny like a flea

With the imagination of a cow doing peek at me

Or a chorus of frogs that swallowed a boat

But one day

One day

My story will be. 

Lake Nakuru National Park

View Kenya

(White Rhino. Photo courtesy of Kenya Wildlife Service.)
The air is crisp, clean and inviting. All around, birds chirp, a swallow dives down for an unlucky grasshoper in the short grass. In front of me a rough car trail, I’m here, I’m at the mouth of the Lake Nakuru National Park.

(Entrance to the park. Photo bySuperlight Safaris.)

A large game park in its own right, it covers 118 sq.km (square kilometres). Found just outside the town it shares its name with, Nakuru, its easily accessible with multiple access gates off the highway and the town. The park is a sanctuary, a haven to about 450 bird species including the gorgeous flamingos, over 56 mammal species and over 500 unique plant species. Home of the largest Euphorbia forest in Africa, its vast grassland area has the enchanting yellow bark acacia.

(Buffalo at the lake shallows surrounded…

View original post 372 more words

I Spooned Creativity

I embraced the warmth of creativity 
Suckled it

Tasted its breast

Let its invigorating milk of expression flow into me

I cuddled in the warmth of its arms

Let it spoon me

Engulf my mind with thoughts unknown

Stared into its dazzling eyes

Sipped the sweet nectar

That oh so sweet nectar of its freedom
I made love to its sensuality

Let it caress my mind, oh yes, creativity 

The art of of its beauty 

And the beauty of its art

Intermingling

Making beast of two backs within me

Life is clear as should be

I was once blind

The cobwebs in my eyes are cleared

Now I see

With expressions

I birthed impressions

Into this world bring contemplations 

Believe me

I let it ejaculate

And the words leapt to the page

The run so freely

Just so you can understand this

I beseech thee’s’

I’m but a sword sheathed in Orion’s belt

Straight to the Pleiades of your mind I’m loosed

Run and and majestically battle

Like centaurs before me

Avoid oh Scorpio’s sting

Dance alongside Capricorn’s being

And by Pisces drink
I birthed creativity’s child

Swathed her in flowing robes golden

Drenched her in words flowing

Quenched her in milk, bold and 

Fed her from the springs of observing

Pitter patter, pitter patter

Its the officers,  hurry, scatter! 

Pitter patter, pitter patter, 

You can be an artist, it doesn’t matter, 

But so they said as I write quietly by

Plato watching the moon, 

Galileo seeing the sun he swoons,

Bend ideas and free minds

In a world of bondage and mental slavery

Take here creativity, be her wife

Show us what you see

Treat us, be kind. 

Safari 7s… What happened??? — View Kenya

So, I did manage to attend the Safaricom Safari7s… For those ardent rugby, party…. (you know where you fall) fans, this used to be that event. Everyone wanted to be in attendance. From the underage to those almost senior citizens. It was the hallmark, nay, the peak of the rugby season. Let’s be real for […]

via Safari 7s… What happened???  — View Kenya

Let me fix that.

​Let me share a little story…. Its all fictional but feel free to enjoy and share… Oh… By the way, big things are about to pop up on my other blog, View Kenya so… Better subscribe and keep posted…. 

She feels dead inside

The light of her solitary candle flickers

Lingering

For a moment she’s at peace

But off it goes

Vanishing 

With it the last vestiges of love and care go

Into the dark recesses of her heart and soul

Carrying on its ethereal wings

All the joy and happiness she has

Leaving behind 

In its wake a growing, gnawing 

Darkness evolving

Showering and blanketing

Smothering her insides
She’s dead inside 

At a bar

“Two knuckles of ice and a martini please”

A flask of whiskey

A sliver of rum

She wants to get high tonight

Just like every night

Trying to ignore 

Scrambling to forego 

The luscious

Succulent 

Juicy and invitingly haunting darkness within

A room for two please 

No room for this piece

Not this peace

Calm and collected

Dazed and reflecting

Seeking

Comfort from the loins of the glass

Escape in the guy at the bar’s end, arms, 
She died inside

Cemetery of her love frozen over

Thinking 

Dreaming of her young love

Premature love that was 4 years too late

“Walk me to my gate”

Bang on the grate

“My name‘s Cate”

“I don‘t sex now, not till its late”

Says he, she doesn’t want to wait

But this smile

This stubborn awesome smile

Stop this ache

Permafrost dissolve

I’m told

To wait? 

What are these words he spake 

Somewhere in the desert

Oasis takes shape
She’s smiling inside

He’s her bona fide

Partner in crime

“Have something fried

I hate you because I tried

But you insisted 

Controllingly resisted

Gained access to my existence

And instead

Of being mopey and conflicted

Now I‘m happy, joy afflicted”

“I think that

You hid a flower thinking its dead

But what you didn‘t know 

Nurture and love was all it needed

To feel that

It could blossom and be 

The most beautiful thing

For sore eyes, my sight to see

You‘ve been hurting too long

Now come here, 

Let me fix that.”

Kisses.