The dream
In my dream they came from north and south with sabres more crescent than alladin’s
With blood shot eyes asked for bitten apples and green droids with blood shot eyes
With Jedi tricks and eagles wings I saw and conquered
In Fri’s dream they came from east and west with sabres less crescent than alladin’s
With hot blood filled veins with smae desires like they had in my dream
And they prevailed! They saw and they conquered.
Journey to Baghdad
Allah uwakbah they screamed as they brought me form all parts of the globe
From the farmers nitrous fertilisers to the pharma’s nitrous glycerine plus many more metal bits
I was brought to the city of Baghdad to live my loud reign of a few seconds
She would carry me close to her cloaked skin, untouched unseen by any man
Blessed by imams, scholars and dark cladded Taliban emissaries from across desert lands
Sneaking past camouflaged young men who have travelled a long way from across the sea
As She straps me delicately to her warm skin, my cold loins gains warmth of nirvana
I clasp her belly and breast beneath the night of her dark clothes ready to inflict pain in my orgasm
Like a family we lead our puppet o a promise unsure to deliver in the afterlife
When in our blissful folly we reach our point zero, she pushes buttons of Armageddon
I make a million incisions on her inviolate body as on innocents and infidels
And in this blissful end the last my million pieces hear is Allah uwakbah
Oils on a palette
I will feed you with words, words like oils on your palette
Paint the landscapes of our life with every growing seed we sowed
Of pinks, blues, purples and of mysterious colours yet unknown.
Where did I lose you, luminescent under fading February’s foliage
Let me gently brush off the dust like with soft archaeologist stroke
Stroking the good heart laying in a tranquil ocean of love
Bring me April, bring me a touch screen and word press and let my head poeter
Watch me fight with time, three grey hairs and one chilly morning in Nairobi
One full mooned beer belly yet Cupid cannot cage the little love boy.
Unlocking my dumb days, release plenty oils for the palette, paint paint
Free my muled feelings tend them with gently roughened kikuyu grooming
THE CHILD IN THE DARK STORM
He takes her hand in the dark winds
The winds flirty fingers snuffs out his fiery twigs
His heart trembles but he hold on to her hand
A child fears in a dark storm;
for he knows not what strangers await in the shadows!
Your heart carries a grail, child, fear not;
The moon, not far off, wrestles with the dark faced nimbus
To walk tall by you like a company in battle
A feary heart in the dark storm;
For she knows what strangers await you in the shadows!
Lagdo
Mi Head Berserkie
… of abikus and obanjes, of famished roads and things falling apart!
I heard there were seven roads but each one conceives seven more
I hear the gyre was widening but here it keeps spinning inwards
I hear my head blowing out like schizos and bipolars in Uselu!
Its like a dance of the outcast at the market square
Shut your eyes run with your children; lest you see the forbiden!
Harambeeeeee!
Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!
I will be fine! I will be just fine!
Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!
Harambeeeeee!
… of the songs of the warriors, of the songs of the griots!
Calling out the tribes, calling out the winds – ‘harambe! harambe!
I await their answer; but only foot clapperings brew in my head
I await their wines; but the sky’s asplitting …with wrathful thunderings
Its like the wine for the high priest brewed by the psychos
Taste not of its disvirgined loins; lest you drunk your brains!
Harambeeeeee!
Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!
I will be fine! I will be just fine!
Hiya! Hiya! Hiya!
Harambeeeeee!
… jango is dancing in the sepulchre, with the music of the maniac
He has the femur of a deadman; and the scaphoind of a young child
He sniffs the skull of a mad poet born in the mid of April’s rains
‘harambe! harambe!’ let the dead bones arise! Harambe! harambe!
Its like the call to the corrupt stooges; to meet their death at Etoudi
Share not in crooked pepper soup; lest he scapes you for his name!
I Have Gone Past Lampedusa
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