Step by step, climbed to get a good view of life,
The helm was beautiful, but mixed facades of life,
Everything was beautiful, but plastered on a shattered mirror,
Heavens above glared; there was a reflection as it were mirror,
Why beg?, for that u av the power to achieve,
Everything is for a season, the wind whispered,
The clouds with no rain.

Be easy, time will come for humble smiles,
Everything that seemed lost, forgotten will be the sighs,
Gentle will the wind, unbruised will be the soul,
Joy will be the tune; exytment will furnish the soul,
The road to recovery, to many huddles to ignore,
No time to linger, no room to sleep or snore,
The clouds with no rain.

Troubled less is the heart, comfort at last sort,
Journey taken with dreams, yet never looked over the shoulder lot,
Filled with enthusiasm, stranded…

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time will tell…


Tales untold cram and come out with nothing,
Bitter is the taste, a who feels it knows it,
Like leaves are swayed by wind, feel nothing,
Just like the ant, struggling becomes a treat,
Outlaw is the tune, pressure under the steam,
9 months she cries 9 months lake of tears.

Time is but an hour glass, emerging generation lost,
Streets tell ur tale, in ur thoughts each day lost,
Love keeps the smile, without it no future,
The journey begun, yet no glimpse of the brighter future,
Sweat each day, smiles lost in mixed reactions,
9 months she cries 9 months lake of tears.

Dreams become a cup of tea, yet unstimulated is the mind,
Concrete jungle nothing to smile about, tattoo the bible deep in mind,
Two birds flown by, a couple filled with smiles,
Foundations they build together, brick after brick furnished…

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Thoughts tears

Followed happiness, but always happiness eluded me,
Life is wheel of fortune, harmony of pain fighting me,
Scaled the cliffs, like a struggler swiftly past the oak,
Pursed no more, thoughts fighting action to the throat,
No mourning anymore, searching while within plot.

Singing along, the chill spot comforts,
Actions to bottled, trying to keep me out,
Destiny me hunger, fate hold me feet,
Remember the days, no more hiding in the fort,
Everything me crave, waiting my thoughts kiss my action,

Packing the doubts, thrown to the graves of dark,
Shared my best, against the pillow of my dreams,
Most high light my path, friends me need you to show,
Good have a friend in good, evil swallowed by dark,
Together lofty is the way, salvation swimming in dreams.


Generation left un attended, hooligans,
Survival for the fittest, exposing their guns,
Took the path, less travelled it was,
Life’s tale, drenched with sorrow it was,
Stinging tears, strong at heart forged on,
Prayers left unanswered, blessing postpone,
We are victims of our choices.

Ghetto youth, a poem to atrocities,
Hustling day in & out, travelled from cities to cities,
To see your seed smile, inspiration to see the future,
In class to get knowledge, mediocrity of lecture,
Challenge tell the tale, the streets humming to your tune,
Cries with no tearz, to the clouds I sing my tune,
We are victims of our choices.

Like a lion, I will live my mark,
Stories will be told, like a journey to the park,
Invade hypocrites, like cancer destroys them in out,
Kitambo wanaidisinfect, lawama ndio watatupa ka lot,
Barabara ndio hio,blue print ni yetu,
Wheels of fortunes, kuiturn ni kikwetu,
We are victims of our choices.