kipruto muthemba, 20 january 2012
I want to yell
Louder than a bell
Rang by a male
Or a slave on sale
I want to rip off this shell
And free my cells
From this hell
If only to tell,
You, that I fell,
And am in love:
But instead...
Like a rite
My feelings I write
Yes, you heard me right
On paper like a playwright
All because am numbed
Beside you I am stupefied
To use my mouth
kipruto muthemba, 7 february 2012
You, the whistling birds
I reveal to you
Never have I seen such beauty
Such eyes, smile, lips and hips
If only she was mine
Tall I would walk
In the valley of men.
You, the chattering monkeys
I swear to you
If the sky was mine
To her I would give
As a gratitude for her beauty.
And you, the humming bees
I promise you
To bring her over, so you
The monkeys and the birds
Can see that am not hypnotized
But instead, join me to adore her
The queen of my wonderland.
kipruto muthemba, 29 march 2012
You are my dream
Like to a kid ice cream
I will forever
And from wherever
Treasure you
You are my future
Thee, I will nurture
Thee, I will protect
From whoever
And from whatever
With pleasure
You are my love
And my Jove
You, I will adore
Yours am ever
To err you never
But shower you
With pleasance
kipruto muthemba, 18 january 2012
The mountains of Congo whispers.
To the melodies of the forest birds.
As the river Congo water dances to the tune.
Suddenly; the harmony is broken.
By the cry of a woman.
No! A sweet young girl.
At only 15 years of age.
She’s forced to the ground.
Her body roughly ground.
To the earth’s amazement.
For their manly amusement.
Her back on the land.
She is covered with sand.
They tare her garments.
Men with guns, Gun-men.
Deeper they sink, louder she screams.
Turns they switch, in pain she faints.
laugh while leaving.
The girl and universe grieving.
Hours later, she crawls home.
For safer norms.
But her home is melancholic.
Her 46 year old mother.
Just got psychologically murdered.
Defiled too, by the Men with guns.
FDLR and the Mai Mai militias.
Two lifes destroyed, the story of hundreds.
Actions worthy castrations not prosecution.
Yet UN official urges Congo prosecution.
Our humanity and conscience raped.
kipruto muthemba, 18 may 2012
To forever thrive
You need contributions
From the involved institutions
So love, please do be gradual
Delay your ecstasy
For we are good with dedications
But poor with predictions
Hence can’t tell what happens,
When the music stops
And she goes silent
Dragging our heart to hell
Either self-destruction
Or distrust for her kind
So love, please do be gradual
Gently grow but don’t be casual
To deny us your splendors
kipruto muthemba, 31 march 2012
A society damaged
By too much connectivity
But less consideration for correctivity
Out the window, gone is humanity
And suspended is unity
While she is fornicating
Her mother is two-timing
While her father, seconds away
From raping their neighbors’ goat
All are devils in an angel’s coat
Yet wonder why priest and pastors,
Prefer young boys and are passed us
Economically, from our pocket
Feeding like electronics to a socket
Who’s going to change the docket?
Because enough is enough
These leaches must go
kipruto muthemba, 28 march 2012
To the kins of my mother
Am just but another
Wasted if not lost blood
Not a part of their flood
But a drop in the desert
A fallacious bad dessert
Mine is only but a name
Apparently lacking the norm
The aura and the silk
Of the people from the land of milk
So I ran to my fathers folks
But on the hearts are locks
Instead of a feast
Am branded a beast
Reminded of my milky name
Of my accent so lame
All this for trying to associate
With the people from Mt Kenya
Now I am a tribal orphan
I feed off hands
Of my adopted parents
In the morning, we drink coconut juice
Flavored with some salty sea water
While at lunch time, Osama a chicken
And in the evening, rescue a drowning fish
Only to deep fry it using some E-class kimbo
Thus am reaping the gains relaxed akimbo
For being truly Kenyan
kipruto muthemba, 28 march 2012
We are like their tails
Engulfed by their chains
They say, we move.
They smile, we love
Lunatics, we taken as
But our prize, we get
To us love and sex begets
And if they forget
Another, we go get
Since sex is our goal
Our life’s coal
With porn-stars as icons
Suppliers are winners.
kipruto muthemba, 17 february 2012
Nowadays am in a fight.
Always wrestling the night.
To please bring back the light.
For am promised your sight,
When dawn finally comes.
So on you, my eyes gently moves.
Mind utterly shocked to object.
With my heart silently strolling along.
Amazed by your lovely eyes.
Amused by your stunning beauty.
Confused by your striking smile
“If only my hands could see you”
And with excitement I break
To the melody, when you speak
Damn!! What a gorgeous voice
Now am left with no choice
But to forever hate nightfalls
For depriving me of you
My miss July
kipruto muthemba, 18 january 2012
With a bliss kiss.
I felt breams and creams.
As the thief of my romantic dreams.
Awakened streams of desires.
I've known has passion.
As friendship in promotion.
But not as uncivilized emotions.
That unfolded in its aftermath.
I craved for more.
As the urge sired appetites.
That fired craziness in me.
Hybridizing my cosmos.
Hypnotizing me insomniac.
At her sight am tipsy.
Praying she saves this gypsy.
Since to her, am enslaved.
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