Why are you selling me your porcelain faces perfect perfect personalities?
why are you wearing that loosely fitting perfection?
You are flawed and
So am i, and we’re both wearing shiny cloaks of good deeds
but I know that when the day is done and the lights are dimmed,
you shed all your sainthood like snakeskin
I do too.
Tell me those wrecking secrets
what you don’t want the world to know about yourself
What you for fear will cause a light be casted.
Tell me about the times you couldn’t save yourself.
The times you drowned
The nights you cried yourself to sleep
Those that you wished away your wishing stars
Show me your pain
Give me your broken parts,
your fractured pieces,
everything that’s weighed too heavily on the floor of your heart.
Give me a map with coordinates that lead into the deepest, most twisted corner of your soul where all of your unconquered demons still lurk.
Let me see them.
Give me your struggles and impurities.
Tell me about the worst thing you have ever done.
Show me the blood on your hands
Let me see the guilt in your eyes
Let me feel the depth and width of the scars on your skin
The blackness of your soul
Talk to me about the times you couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror or fall
Let me fall for the battles you can’t fight
Give me your joys and your pain in equal measure
I want the whole of you, the depth of you, the breadth of all you are
the light that shines in between your broken parts
Show me all of you
And I will show you your own greatest strengths.
Let’s travel the world
The seas and its desserts
The calm in all its tides
Let’s walk through the summer and its hails
Let’s embrace each other
With love and its darkness
In happiness and its sorrows
Lets live for each others soul deeply
With hate that’s pure
With a love that is enchanted
A beat that will never cease
Fragrance that will never fade
Let’s walk into the horizons
Me and you
Let’s create our galaxy
With a spirit that can not be tamed
With a will that doesn’t crave for fame
With a tongue that knows the taste of tears, fears And wins.
Let’s rule the world, with a scepter soaring into the black and back from the dark.
Let’s look into each others eyes And see the world
Let’s take each others hand and see the future
Let’s listen to the pound of each others heartbeat and know how hope sounds like.
Let’s be badass together
Let’s fit in each others shoe and travel the world
Me and you
Hey, listen up
I wanna be polite, but politeness earned me lots of plight and trauma
I wanna be right, but what’s a right without a wrong So, I’m sorry not sorry
Really, I’m sorry I fucked with you in our little temples between heaven and hell, and forgot about the whole team
You know, the likes of those who know of the tempo of my moaning, how I like my lips caressed and body handled.
I’m sorry I only got satisfied by the fine delicacy of your lips, and failed to accidentally fall for your model best friend who insisted on visiting while you were away, the one who winked at me as I laid on your shoulder
I’m sorry for believing in your musical career, so much, I guess that curved bass guitar wasn’t the only thing you played.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry I loved your soul solo in a hundred different ways, while you were only capable of loving a hundred souls in the same way, wired.
I’m sorry my love, I’m sorry for losing my equilibrium, you were always the one with the rhythm, or so I thought.
I’m sorry for slipping those tiny sweet nothing writings in your shirts , for loving you too loud,
I didn’t mean yo ruin your relations with her too, I didnt mean to ruin the perfect triangle.
I’m sorry for believing when you said you were busy with work for our anniversary dinner, that you were too sick and tired for movie our usual night
I’m sorry for my body having to wake up too early to warm your morning feels
I’m sorry I can’t do that anymore, I. Sorry, it’s all down in the trench, I’m sorry I just penned my full stop, not ellipsis.
I’m sorry, not sorry
Its the silence that makes me look at my scars and bruises on my skin and the stains on my heart,
Its the silence that makes me replay the old cassettes again and again hoping to get a different message,
Its the silence between us love,
That makes me spend sleepless cold nights hidden deep in the forbidden thoughts that seem unforgotten now.
Its the silence that makes me question everything you’ve ever been and not, even the truth of my heartbeat and rate and the color of my blood.
But your eyes, love
They tell words louder and clearer than this silence
There is a place you’ll rather be
Baby, let me undress your dirty thoughts
Let me unhook that twisted mind
Spread them on these linen sheets
Watch me take centre stage
turn this room into a dimly lit theatre, filled with an aura of want
Desire and fire
seduction to satisfaction
With the lights off, let me turn you on baby, arouse your soul till the soldier salutes.
Lights on behind me, let me
Create a Catwoman silhouette out of Mona Lisa,
Watch the curves of these anatomy call unto you,
devour me with your eyes
I want to wet your lips
Tantalize your tongue
Elevate your heartrate
Make your veins hum
Watch me burn baby, like the lava inside your belly as you clench your throat muscles.
Drink me deeply with enthusiasm my love, my lover
Intoxicate yourself with my toxic presence
Watch me make you dizzy,
stumble footed, room spinning.
Watch the communion of my womanhood make you break your religious rules made in the confession room,
Molest your soul to cremation.
Hallelujah! The only phrase on your mind
Syllables on your occupied lips.
The perfect sinner
Baby, let me hear those silent whispers and whimpers that uncorks the Tigris and Euphrates of my womanhood,
Then drown your respect in it, ye public figure.
See how my lips move when I tell you to shut the fuck up cause you love when I talk like that,
Look into my eyes baby
See you how I see you
Watch my intentions
Toes pointing at my favourite stars
Humming my favourite tune
Watch me act these narrations better than your favourite actress in those sinful clips.
Watch me map my intentions on your skin
Make you lose your equilibrium
For I’m the one with the rhythm
Feel me talk in braille to provoke your soul, then
Unleash the master!!…
I haven’t lied baby
She is not on my mind
And never at my arms
Stop piercing me with your eyes
Waiting to bleed in words
That’s not her perfume baby
On my lip-stained shirt
My ship wouldn’t sink
In another ocean
My soul wouldn’t float in another atmosphere.
Yes, she stretches smiles
But that won’t leave a mark
The pearls round her neck
I never stare at them
Yours glitter behind the eyes that intoxicate me
Her lips are harsh baby
Yours quench me enough
I’m its religious addict
I can’t call it staggering
But you know balancing heels
Look at me darling
Breath slow and see no sin
You are like a tattoo on my skin
Your wavy curls and curves
Soothes the cuddle
Hurling her out of mind
She is a poison i smoked
But am drunk in your antidote
(I asked him why he lies, and he decided to give a little depth into it… Not previsely the He)
This was written by a good friend of mine, talk of friends with the same mental disorders!
Author: Dan Kamau.
I went to church and whispered a prayer,
I prayed for my neighbor, the one chasing my children in the foken streets with double edged sharpened panga shouting peace! we want peace!
but he forgets justice.
What about justice?
I went to church and whispered a prayer
I prayed for my senator, you now, the one who talks sugar coated words as his hands drips blood, the one who gave us sugarless tea while wine drips from his lips and pockets run deep
I went to church and whispered a prayer
I prayed for the reverend, you see, he was busy, he skipped our prayer session to fellowship with sister Mary whose husbands is dodging bullets for the country. Fellowship, as he shoots hot life in her
I went to church and prayed
I prayed for the soul of my great grandmother whose seems to linger in political arena, casting votes, after three decades of his departure.
May be the gods answered our prayers and brought her back, but i still prayed
I prayed for mister politician too you see, the one with money for wars
but he cant afford to feed the poor, and those in hospitals corridors and pavements and unsorted bill, the one who preaches for peace in public but kills it in private…
I went to church and prayed,
I prayed for my jobless brother, the one who drives mheshimiwas cars not knowing its his little sister in the back going to help mheshimiwa build a nation.
I prayed for my uncle matching in nuclear war zone for my country, his children are in the streets and his wife carries a white child, you see his single mother died because the nurses were on strike.yet, he fights for his country
I went to church, my bloody palms together, muddy knees on the floor, guilty mind, sinful soul
And I prayed.
Why are you lying to me baby,
I see it in your eyes baby, they used to be sweet and welcoming , glow with a luring love, they are mysterious and defensive, they dart here and there
Why do you lie to me honey, I smell it on your shirts on skin, on your lips, on your tongue, I see it in the reflections of your eyes, that first stare before you look away.
I see it on your fingers and its tips, on your nails, the ones you touch her the same way you touch me, Does she arch her neck the way I do. Does she giggle when you touch her tummy too?
Does she laugh hard at your Socrates stale jokes.
Baby, your face tell lies, your lips draw lies, you don’t have that right braille anymore.
Why do you lie to me.
I hear the lies
Your words are twisted, speech filtered, you scamper and skim on phrases, you listen to different kind of music, the kind we kept in trash cans.
Why do you lie to me, lying on my lap gazing in nothingness, is she on your mind when I’m in your arms? Does she distract you when I’m talking to you?
Does she hide in your thoughts when you cage your head in this V.
You lie I’m the only one.
You lie you love, why do you lie to me baby?
Your lips has the color of her lips,
Yet you moan my name and scratch my skin, look in my soul communicate with my fluids and lie to me more.
You say you’ve been working,I proly forgot to ask on what, or is it on who?
Baby lie to me
I won’t even ask why, music to my ears, noise to my heart beat.
Lie to me baby as I busk in this sun, wine glass in my hands.
Lie to me baby as I smile, books and poetry on my mind, I now remember the piece I read somewhere…
Pull that tiny thread and watch me fall apart
Watch me fall to the ground
Unraveling the collected pieces of my broken heart
See me lay there and make no sound
The tears I cry are not for you…
Lie to me baby, when you are done,
When I’m done, I have no mute button.
Stop is the button.
you know, the one with sharp edge broken ice walls,
with me is a broken heart stashed in the cupboard,
his old letters under my pillow mapped with stains of yesterday’s sombre celebrations,
a jar overflowing with sobs and hiccups,
a plate covered with unsaid phrases at dinner,
This sheets reeks with memories he left behind.
I missed to miss,
and craved the bliss
I missed the feel,
felt the fleece
Damn’t was nice,
I felt at ease
I ditched the fear,
reached for the kiss
Threw my dice,
ignored the hiss
Focused on the tease
Shaking of the knees
Seemed not to cease
I reached for the need,
moulded in perfect knead,
she heeded the need saw the the sowed seeds,
followed the lead
So I caught her head
Sparks shot and fire flames followed.
The smirk I duck but heck can I
Trackings the spine line in trails and
there is no turning back,
I luck the nouns just verbs as I lurk on the flesh crushing the bones,
stuck in the zone,
clawed in my dark,
drake in my eyes
nick on my lips I eye
hulk where I need him I pray
For prey I try
Minds got seducted,
To the duct end,
A sin was conducted
I explained to him,I kissed her and…