The Warrior

I look forward to the day 

when I'll wave you from the other side 

of River Cheploch, 

and watch your form gradually fade away 

into the beckoning Tugen Hills, 

into the dark and cold embrace of a 

former bandit 

I'll then haul myself up the Kerio 

escarpment, 

listen to the silent voices of my 

ancestors 

jeering at how stupid I was 

for making myself a disgrace in the clan 

for letting the affections of a woman 

turn my head around 

when I get to my father's backyard

I'll hunch over a laptop and write you a 

poem, 

I'll write that I am gathering my bows 

and arrows 

to prepare myself for battle

to rescue myself from the world, 

from you 

Listen, It Happened

listen, it happened

didn't feel like you were hovering

above earth 

feeling so unlike an ordinary mortal? 

didn't you think it was the best thing 

ever?

but then you tumbled down

like an elephant atop a tree

as you nurse your hurt feelings, 

you wish you'd foreseen the crash

but you know, life has no navigation 

Listen, it happened 

when you find yourself in a destination 

not of your liking

isn't prudent to trace your steps back 

brave the underbrush 

make a way in unbeaten paths, 

brave hunger and thirst 

brace yourself to get lost in the 

makeshift jungle of regrets 

survive internal wars - 

monologues,

and finally, a solemn vow to oneself 

not to be gullible ever again 

listen, it happened, 

there is nothing you can do about it 

gazing at the ruins

long enough won't rebuild you 

stop, the ruins aren't even aesthetic 

it happened, brave the simple decision 

to walk away from your former self 

and be each other's eternal enemies 

Detached

I'll be content loving you at a distance, 

detached from all the 'burdens' 

that walk beside affection, 

for by definition of romance, 

I am as imperfect as imperfect can ever be 

I'll be satisfied with not knowing 

about how your day went 

I am not interested in listening 

to whatever slows you down 

I am almost certain there's nothing I 

can do about them

I'll love you in a completely detached manner 

I crave silence, sometimes, 

I can go for days not wanting to talk to you

or see you, 

or be near you, 

unfortunately, that's not how a lover should love 

I'll not love you right

and there isn't much  I can do about it 

we will not speak the same language of love 

and I'll drive you insane 

because I won't seem like I care about 

I'll want you, but never ever admit I need you 

The Best Times

The best of times might as well 

be the worst times, 

because, often times, the good times 

are either illegal, destructive, 

or a death sentence coated with pleasure 

and when everything has passed, 

and all you have are memories 

scrubbing the edges of your mind 

revealing the finely inscribed word - guilt 

henceforth, no matter how much fun 

you had, 

it all boils down to "I shouldn't have had it"

No Longer Friends With Myself

I do not recognize myself anymore, 

a stranger has taken over my body, 

leaving vague recollections of my 

former self 

The body that you see isn't mine, 

I swapped it when being me 

was no longer in vogue 

You might recognize the body, 

but it's run by a different software 

I am no longer friends with myself

tell me a friend whose maid creed is sabotage 

which friends encourages self-destruction

and thinks it is too much fun? 

my former self will say things 

just as strange to you as they are to me 

I do not recognise him 

and we are no longer friends 

A Good Day To Try Again

today won't be your day, again, 

if you do not try harder 

there is nothing to gain 

if you are not relentless in the 

pursuit of your passions 

today does seem grim 

a ray of despondency is creeping in 

and, like a sadist's scheme 

threatens to haul your dreams

into the waste basket of oblivion 

today is a good day to try again 

you may be a little bit lethargic, 

but take that step, walk even with pain 

for they say it is important to keep moving 

that single step will take you closer 

to your much coveted dream 

Your Kind of Love

you aren't the kind that loves 

half-heartedly, 

you take the plunge, 

- headfirst, feetfirst, heartfirst - 

it never matters 

because loving is about life and death 

and the right love justifies 

anything in between 

but then your kind of love, 

often pits you against mongrel-humans, 

the kind that never learned to love 

or deliberately choose to love incorrectly, 

at will, ignorant of its significance 

you will love them still, 

hoping your affection will change them 

have you ever stopped and pondered, 

may be you deserve the love 

you give everyone else? 

especially the underserving 

the kind that wouldn't jump a puddle 

for you 

when you could cross oceans for them