I named him Wordy

Unspoken wordy, yet he speaks alot,
Quiet but full of surprises,
Never sensitive towards slavery,
Like a popular new treatment,
Not ready to play nice,
All his wars must be won,
Works to break every new player,
Thinks he can stop bullets,
I think he is dealing,
Legit medical reason,
Cause every compliment sounds like an accusation to him,
He thinks, and thinking sucks,
So he stops being wordy, thats his plan,
But i know he has a good heart,
I hope though, he cares for the truth,
He is broken in silence,
Yet his hallo is hi, only longer in words, though still short in intension,
His propensity of screwing things up grew instead of his desire to have fun,
Wordy, the ending to the wordless story, no stories,
Never acknowledges failure, or move past it,

Wordy tries not to be a jerk, but he still is work.

The power of knowing........

You know, its wise not to wire judgements towards a blind man for his lack of sight, silence in itself shouts INTERVENTION, i know, what a twisted way to make one confess, just like telling a gothic woman that tattooes don't age well, i know, quite painful, just like wishing a break up was a technicality, when you are praised because your choices were the same as your praiser's, i know, its never about you, is it ever? When a bride wishes that before giving marriage room, to a hopeless-to-be groom, swept off her feet with a dirty broom, and it took soon to doom! Its really okay when emotions lick, just let the power of knowledge win you a lottery to a wise pick.

A GIFT NAMED ADE

Am inspired by the man with a dimple,
Created a way of travel for happiness and made it ample,
First he caught my eyes as a celebrity look alike,
But after a conversation he gave my endeavors' Psyche,
Every time he popped up in my chat room,
I saw that my openness and even my vulnerability would loom,
Does he burn to be great?
Or is it that sense of self-worth was born his mate?
Its like he never suffered what other men invented,
For the way he serenaded his virtues,one would think his faults were never vented,
In my biography of souls , he is noted in my radiant pages,
For its not what he gives but what he shares that he prospers in ages,
His grand intentions, makes friends like i sink deep in gratitude,
In my memory of the heart, chunks this huge aptitude,
Ade, a good deed buffering in a wicked world,
And i happened to be a player, to whom this green ball you hurled,
Am not bending the truth to be kind but rather descending deceit to the dead,
The good ones might not have been born but within us they are made,
His painted smile stands in his profile photo,
But it always gives this stranger the friendship motto,
Though his wall coats different colors,
And guess what the shade utters?
Women standing on different parlors sipping amusing compliments,
Men expressing abundance of praise in simple statements,
Seems he never missed an opportunity to make others content,
No wonder i celebrate his simple acts of kindness so eminent,
We see failure seeming temporary and success permanent,
From somebody we have no claim, and he has a proper and scar less intent,
From him i have learnt through listening and internalizing his advice,
Because in women such men can tell the moral fiber of vice,
Everyone can find fault, few can do better,
Ade you are like a book, the gift in you can be read not only now but also later.

Mtumia

Ulezi,
Mimi siuwezi,
Kisa, wema hautengenezi,
Uovu haupunguzi,
Umezidi ubazazi,
Kukiri ya upuzi,
Si jana wala juzi,
Hayo ndiyo yako makaazi,
Kashindwa wako mzazi,
Aliye na zaidi mapenzi,
Nimefanya upelelezi,
Sitopata mageuzi,
Ndio maana siyaulizi,
Siniteue kwenye hii kazi,
Nina zangu pingamizi,
Siifanyi hata kwa hirizi,
Unayo mwenyewe mageuzi,
Fanya hima upekuzi,
Mtumia ulile hilo andazi!

I HAD A FRIEND

I had a friend who is now no more, take a look at da mirror dis friendship has gone raw, am filled wit anticipation to find out what happened to the cupid's bow, baby i tumbled down and u looked at me and left without makin a sound dis tym round, i jus hop dat doz u tru to r nt js freak in de ass but fund ur pass, remember da world out thea aint college!

Whats life then

Whats life then.. Without a selfish friend who eats all the minced meat alone that was supposed to serve as lunch for the both of you, a friend who refuses to fetch water for you just because you did not prepare them for such a task,how on earth were you expected to know if you were going to get sick? A friend who expects to be treated in a certain manner or for you to put up with their annoying crapy behaviours which they themselves can never put up with, a friend who wants yot to go the extra mile to make ends meat for them but that for them is a not go zone, seriously life would be boring because there is fun in having all these friends especially when its your turn to pay them back being the bitch you are! Y'all in trouble!

How dare i walk away

How dare i walk away from my preety smile with my awesome dimple, from the awesome dream of being an independent educated intellect with a good life i can be proud to call my own, from a beautiful family that God blessed me with, from the awesome friends who help me define good and evil in different shapes and sizes, from my comfort zone that allows me to take all responsibilities and fall in love with each and everyone of them. How dare i walk away!