TEK

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The woody pecker peck
Clouds assemble is a distant horizon,
Them of the local dialect scream "Koth mapek"
As the swallows, the swifts, the hawks, the crows
And the weavers try to understand why human brain
Is sharper than a falcon's beak
Yet slower than a sloth
Why sleepy like a snail, smeary like a slung
For clouds formed in the frame
Of their ancestors' eyes and dripped 'mapek'
Today, the form but fail to drench a man on a long trek
Fail to support tree sap and streak
At the bottom of plates, leave hunger
Honeyless hives
Flowers wither
Seeds no-longer form
How will fruit form?

Tek! Tek tek! Tek tek tek tek! Tek! Tek tek!
The sound of a pecker ready for a family
To be fed on rotten human eyeballs
That fail to see the dark rainless clouds
The starved soil
The love for oil
The orb has a boil;
Let all guard their groin
For in pain, fauna and flora boil

PIN-PRICKING CALM

Standards and measures
Of quantity and quality
I have have no qualm
But standards and measures
Of ethics and magnanimity
Takes away my calm

Who dare claim the cardinal points
In action, born of spiral forces of destiny
That walk us all away from standards and measures
Yet those caught and cuffed are banished by the tyranny of our hearts

Ask you i will for my will wields a curious sword
In a word, You? Think suits best
Think brains a waste if they cannot decipher the written word
And a man directionless if a bard is all he is at best

Standards and measures
Of quantity and quality I have no qualm
But standards and measures
Of ethics and magnanimity takes away my calm

THE SENSE CALLED LIFE

Eyes closed, mouth wide open
Legs and hands kick
With wild but innocent anger
The child wails on her lap
Her ears and limbs deafened by its pitch

Now a bushy heap, her husband rests
And to her right the eldest son plays
He hums a car's sound his whitish scaly
Body parading the frames of his structure
He takes a look at her and instinctively
Stops pushing the his precious toy - a block of wood
He pays closer attention and follow the thick ball
Flow from her cheek to chin, into the air, to the dust

Time lapses, the child falls asleep
Frail and smelling like an ammonium gas chamber
It breathes a second at a time
Three months have passed, will it make it to four?

She picks a plastic container
Heads for the lake shore
Along the shoreline lie frustrated fishermen
Pollution and population have taken toll

With a bright smile she approaches
A group of them, already whispering about her sway and curves
One takes her aside, two deer sardines jump subtly
At the approach of the slight calm waves swaying the just arrived trawler 

From a distance watches another woman
Eager to see weakness in the bargain
And move in for a strike at luck should she fail
And unconsciously, she prays for her fail

Her prayers were never answered
For she saw her bend to fill
The plastic container to the brim
She watched her stand up, exchanging smiles with him
No cash from her, no change from the fisherman

Two days of peace follow
At sun set he innocently looked at him walk in
A small radio in his massive hands, a piece of wood in his

The man would turn up the volume
In the wee hours of the dark
The boy would float between whispers, sleep,
And a non-stop creaking FM station
The presenter periodically talks of a show
In the Capitol to fundraise for hunger victims

After they were done, he lowered the volume
Crickets' and frogs' dominate the dark
She turns to faced him
He could not see her but felt the silent question

In a frail voice she slowly started her narration
The meet
Talked of her dagger eyes
Witch blended threats and the fear in her heart
Through stepped into his heart and disturbed he was
The presenter announce the time
He stood up, reached for his clothes and left without a word

II

Two days pass and the honorable member's secretary
Walks in, in high heels and quality counterfeit designer suit
On his table she places a thin file and four national dailies

He goes through headlines and kickers
Looking for pics, points and angles taken on him
He smiles and turn over the next leaf with a quarter ad -
The latest CLK - he stops and looks at it
Reads through details then dial the numbers
At the bottom of the slick picture

The honorable member jolts up after the call
He holds the four dailies together, slump them aside
And out he walked for the usual breakfast meeting

III

The secretary walks back into the exceptionally
Expansive office, closing her eyes upon breathing
The trail of a real designer cologne
She clears the table her boss calls
"The drawing board"
She is not in a hurry
The boss takes his time in his breakfast meetings

Her eyes roam the expansive desk
She takes a deep breath at the cologne's trail ones more
And in the boss' cream leather chair she slumps
Pull the dailies and flip through the pages
She sees the CLK ad, she stares hard
Closes her eyes and wonder whether a rich man will ever be hers

Realizing where she is, she breaks the reverie
Looks at the paper again and sees a filler besides the ad
It was only a few words so on she read

Lake Shore District:
A woman and two children suspected to be hers
Were yesterday found burnt beyond recognition
Found with them was a man's body
The incident took place at the Lake shore District
In the wee hours of darkness
Police arrived at the scene after the burial
They are yet to establish the cause of the fire

She hears the phone ring on her desk
Hurriedly, she picks up the untouched thin file and the dailies
Behind her she pulls the heavy wooden door with a gold title riveted on it
THE HONORABLE MEMBER FOR LAKE SHORE DISTRICT

THE LETTER IN THE EYES

Reading is my justice, writing my shield
And speaking my defender
So to your letter i have done justice
Read it till saturation in heart and tears
Understanding and knowledge , however limited

Now that you are out of sight
I gather it not right, to defend my love for you
Let you know in enough words, that for you
I lived from the day i met you
And for you my heart weeps tears red in hue

From your letter i have written a poem of two million words
In a few words
I still live a time ran out life, struggle with no expectations
For the noose awaits and rims of justice diamond studded

I think again, flipping the thought in all angle
And realize other than you there is no angel
I zonk, and harder, faster, my heart weeps

All you expected was me there, not wild dreams
You expected trust, not wild rumors
Expected a difference
Though all too human

Don't look at me that way my lovely one
It takes strength off my knees and invigorates
Your Serengeti beauty and that cracks whips
Across a heart festering with wounds
Haunted with your love and full of your whispers

I see your eyes everywhere
The bastard in a pool of blood between us
My hands clotted in blood, i still remember your eyes
As they took me away in cuffs amidst a sea of eyes

Because we had to eat, feed and cloth our own
In a world that appears not our own
Now i am a guest of the state
Living nearly in the same state
Rubbing shoulders with murders
Rapists, pickpockets and traffickers
All cursed, caste then cast by systems

You have not come for a single visit
Twenty years now and now i realize
I would not have come either
If you stabbed a woman for stalking
And laying my heart on money

THE COST OF SUN AND SAND

It was the cost at the coasts
Of sun and sand that made me
Eager to feel sun and sand
So under under the sun i toiled , sweat's my witness
And divine teacher of sweetness

Long and lost are the years
For long and frustrating was the toil
That teamed with water and time
To decant the tiny gravels you hold in your hands
As i sit at the coast of sun and sand at a cost

I tried my best but the frustration
I saw in the eyes of the poor
Poked faces similar to phases preened by press
In the battle for truth

Fellow countrymen, I watched
From behind the tints
Wondered what it feels like to be you
For it is no longer frustrating to see you
But freightening to see you
So at a cost borne by you
Cast the vote, for my dreams ideas
Are inspired by what i feel for you

As i sit at the coast of
Sun and sand, i seek ways
To keep my head above the sand and enjoy the sun
Under which i have toiled
And created rivers of tears in a lake of misery
The greatest misery of all - to live by another's wish

Sands of time will liberate you
But sorry for the weighty
Sands and stones upon your lanky shoulders
My intentions were good until i though
Of the cost at the coasts of sun and sand

ZERO

Its okay!

Zero's the value of my account
Zero's the possibility of a meal tonight
Zero's the chance of winning a heart on the lovely planet
Zero's my certainty's hope for bail on a petty count
Zero's my fate's favorite figure though it loathes it
Zero's my zoom lens under the spikes throne king of heat
Zeros in a set of three after two six, his birth right

But remember!

Zero has no value yet the sum game in life
Zero's what Mithra summed the bull's life to, to turn the leaf
Zero was the hour Moses banished the bull to keep the ram safe
Zero remains zilch in the piecerean age of strife

For the record.

Zero's their zapper's zap
Zero's their zeal of zealot and zillionairehoods their zest
Zipping their zinger of economics are
Zygotes zoned in Zions zug zugzwang on a global board
Zig zagged by zero tolerance to any against bang to rights

TIK-TOK ROUND THE CIRCLE

Slowly ticking and toking away
The 21st century is the cog of time
Clearly written in our eyes
Is the registered sound of fear and anxiety
Anger and frustration recycled by the elusive pot of happiness
Denied by might

Fancy kills and cures for eagles
The very vision that feed their young
Create the the killer eaglet culture
Curved within the cosmic statutes
That feature and favor those who have mastered the art
Of feasting on others' tears to earn might

A bullet fired is a bullet sold
A shilling lost is a shilling gained
A deal sealed is a deal bargained
A conflict created is a carat added
A tear shed here, a smile sparked there
It's tick, and tock, tears and smiles
Round a vicious up on which we all stand

The bell tolls with each tick and tock
The wise ask not for whom it tolls
Unless, they can bell a cat pouncing for blood

1+ 1 COULD BE FOUR

If and only if

You know the grid reference
The point east meets west
So would you know the tilt
Of truth and lie on the global moral scale

If and only if

You can pin the point
The point west stops and east begins
So would you know where you are headed
Aided by the forces working the position of the global moral compass

If and only if

You know the weight imposed
On the first heaven by the second and the third
So would would you know standing west or east the cardinals' omnipresence

HOOK-AH

My attraction is fatal and magnetic
Along its flux lines lives magic
Sprinkled by a goddess who spews love and war, anything else's rhetoric
For in her soles i stand in twi-street-lights of cities so scenic
Or obnoxiously oceanic in pain and struggle for basic
The allure to see my cotton soft thighs, my round silk back
Lives and burns in every man of good health, good pay cheaque,
And the zeal of giving in to the natural curse best kept cryptic
Whether adventuresome or premeditated behind a curtain in a rhythmic
Pace of heart beats paternalistic to the ability of the Olympic
Some break sweat, others family, others health or the citric
Salt of their intelligence but how-else do you act Ishtar's majestic hook
The ages old hook that make thunder in wives quake
Next step i make might be on a man whose love for you will go bleak quick

THE EAGLE POEM LAURIATE

Two years longer than Keats a poet still kites
Unseen by many, unheard by many though writing for many
Maybe because at the knees of Orpheus and Mauseus
But steal still he sits smittened
By Hesiods and Homer
The blind who saw and wrote truth home
He who saw the smile of an eagle from the angle
Of Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha! Sharp in pitch
Like its claws, acute in message, like its vision
In communication with its inner oracle
Calling upon fellow Ajaxes
To show them the island shore home grave to Nyakiamo and Yiega
The tigers of an eagle gene tree
Bap! Bap-bap-bap! Bap-bap-bap bap!
The full wing span take-off sound gives an idea of weight,
Napoleonic combat force, Trojan tactics and agility perfected
To out smart, out pace alert senses
That swish fish deep depths of illusioned safety
As Courage and Moderation
From Achilochus beak feeds the eagle's patience fountained will for success
Stoic, the revelations of the sun size eyeballs, in triumph or tribulation,
Both are its duty ordained
Like the allotment of a poet
Kite high but unseen by many, unheard by many though writing for many
Thus for the legacy of his nest, he will continually claw truth
And hurl it at the door steps of hearts of men
To feed on, and drink to, for the truth awaits patiently ahead

US

Like most of us, am in love with money
Like some of us, am in love with women
Like many of us, i however have no women, no money
So like most of us i froth a smile
When few of us slide past us on platinum rims
Feeling more important than most of us
Who see the reflection of most of us on the metallic shine
Dreamt by all of in admission and denial

I wonder why that's what was allocated all of us!
But i know the allotment is received by all of us but taken by few of us
As i stare in the dark void staring back at all of us
Scribbled by none of us in the history of the universe

FLEAS' FEED

Galeano's fleas dream of buying themselves a dog
Mine have for decades bought themselves beings
Across latitudes inhabited lassitude
With no verandas but horizons
With no friends but lost family
No money and health but pride and hopelessness
No ceilings, but stars for roofs

The fleas' fountain of blood see hear and breath but speak not
And so they have heard about stars
Bonos and Stallones, Beetles and Hulks of might
Up the cobalt sky their stars shine or how else are they stars?
Eyes switching from the Orion to the Southern Cross fingers in ditches
The fleas feed wonders if he was born before his star

With unflinching, unreserved authority fleas take bites at his back
To tired to move his nerves register multiple paroxysm
But quickly, hunger, thirst, cold and disease palliate the system
The eyes however fail to lie to the pain - wry tear drops
Looking at his roof, he asks.

Which one of you is mine up above?
Are you shinning upon me right now from above?
Might you have died and left me alive?
Or are you yet to arrive?
Or did someone put you off, but to whose approve?

HUNGER SUPPORTED LIFE

Paraded are horns and claws
Jaws and hypodermic fangs
Canines and cats with weight or ability
On a planet where size has never been
A perquisite for stealth deadliness

Under the water, you can't breath
But if breath can take you far
The razor sharp teeth and eyes
Are on the watch with other witches of the sea
Filling the void in all stripes and fur

Up in the sky power flapping
Create falcon speed, eagle eyes and magpie desires
A hundred miles and you are with eye range
Two hundred miles means half the speed range
So run not, find family and star in stirs to survive

Stirs that create the whirl wind of fate
Winds never heard or seen by prey living
Where life lives on hunger like in the world today

THE CIVIL AND THE SERVANT

Once upon a time the civil had a servant
The civil got served and the servant got paid
Then the civil got greedy but the servant got generous
The civil got fat and the servant got lean
The civil got lazy but the servant worked hard
The civil got power and the servant got weak
The civil bore aristocrats as the servant bore children

Head down on a pedestrian walk the children today walk
Head in hand thinking about the month
Divided in four weeks to buffer a system
Round which the children can't work but count weeks

At week one the balancing act begins
Frustrated how to survive the following three
Then spend the three anticipating the first's frustrations

Once upon a time, the civil had servant
A lucky servant today a dogsbody
Amidst the unlucky majority who earn per capita income

BLOATED BLOTTERS

Do you remember when lies were harmless?
When a toddler's eyes nurtured curiosity and agility
Playing in mud with love a society spurred?
Yes! that is when numbers made sense
When percentages touched a hundred tops
When the once cumulative and deductive math of statistics had not mutated

Do you remember when talents were honored?
When leader left legacies that leaned on the league of deities
Before air, water and life became commodified?
Yes! that was when a people had not voting power but rights to humanity
When the science of cost benefits analysis had not mutated
When A met B at the park and consulted the C not the D

Blame them not if they remember not angels but devils
It's been nautical light-years since and angels today only visible by narcotics
Search a toddler's eyes and see what pestilence has done to pure innocence
As numbers live better in trillions, what next!? Lexicons!
The next table show zillionic zeros after six figures
Yes! that is why guns and and crack pop and blotters bloat faster than balloons

MUCH MUCH LESS

An inch away from the edge of horizons
Sits souls eager for reasons
Brains loaded with crap from institutionalized institutions
Barrels loaded with with fire to answer questions
Seeking the root cause of structural sins

An inch away from the edge of norm
Sit utilitarianism in form of a norm
But the barrel of fire awaits any who see the norm
Of endless misunderstanding disguised as democracy
And not the inborn force to out live Darwin's prophecy

An inch away from the edge if bliss
Sits the king of flies
Proud of abundance as the state of affairs
Assure their continuity into the next millennium gene pools
In which wealth and water wars will whither into floods and quakes

An inch away is the ka-boom! on walls
As forts and wells run dry under seismic waves and its discontents
Broods of the future will vanish like ours in this times
Of a cow for desert and a roach for aid and heart felt condolences
Live on less, or leave behind, much much less

PYE

Wild or calm, the wind's journey is always on
In thick thunderous cloud's or in crystal skies the sun's path's apparent
Seas blue like oceans and jays part of the rhythm of the orb
Housing our worlds, nursing our beliefs cryptic niches

Yelled or smiled at by life, fight to find your niche
One step at a time time the best of empiricism
Understand to be understood - listen to be lent an ear

Bumping side by side at par with your beauty are brains
Each of which blends well with your whisper like voice
Seamless buoyancy of youth and the will to dream
The will to discover, rediscover then conquer

Palatable are pies spotted by eagles not magpies
Yeast baked or unleavened some pies are total poison
Everyday without end, wish you best pick for this reason

TAP!

Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap... Tap...

Them who have not seen the face of innocence
Have not seen the face of a newborn
Them who have never met the big bad wolf
Have never met their mirror image
A creature on two feet with a heart seen through its eyes
A brain heard through the gateway to its inevitable perpetual creditor
Powerful enough to cage its innocence in the abyss of guilt
Camouflaged by the shadows of race and survival

You have heard Ntiru's rhythm of the periodic pestle
Now listen, listen to the persistent sobs of rue
Plastered on walls neither seen in light nor darkness
Like the slithery slough of despond
Holding hostages of the Chiapas or Haitian kind of flock
Synchronized by nightmares to allow sweet dreams
And scripture readings from the moon
The more gathered in molten gold, the more innocence drip in the abyss

Tap... Tap! Tap!!! Tap!!!! Tap!!!!! Tap!!!!!!

G.O.D

He lifted his hand up and i saw the G
He spoke, then left after igniting the O
He rolled down downtown his mind on the D
Gold, Oil Drugs his god

In prayer he left the crowd
Gave them the last words - pray to god
Color and cadre aren't inscriptions on creed
But on guns or diamonds

A consignment arrived last week
Next week he speaks again to the weak
Cracking the whip to drink the weep
Of the them who mine the gold, the oil and do the drugs

So volatile they get but ground low the stay
Dew wet swaying in gale of greed
Keeping on their knees hoping for change
Not in creed but cadre, not in color but greed

THE BROKEN SHOAL

Seeing the solicitor solicit for the solitude
To muster solidarity in their hearts
That are solely and somber
Swaggering spooks who skulk state
Statutes for their commercial astute sake
Slip to mind and make me shiver
Under showers of shame
Swinging them north are we are swung south
Splitting the shoal

POWER PARAMOUR

People like Omar Bongo
Paul Biya, our own Moi and Mugabe
Appear like a pear from a peasant's sweeat
Presented as desert
After a Mobutu's beer
Laced with aphrodisiacs to keep them hard and on
On a bed mistresses by power
Giving rise to fathers of a nation who sire misery

LIFE WITH JADE

From the oil sands of Alberta to the ice fields of Colombia
All kisses on her, eyes closed, cheek muscles in-full gear
From Michu Pichu to Babylon’s buoyancy
Touch the sky  in a witty style all occasions grace
From the peak of the pyramids to Jamaican sands
Kiss her one more time in merry for she is Mary

My mother says she is not good for me

 Geneticists say it kills  chromosome after chromosome
The doctor says my diaphragm can't protect additional content
The law multiply her fingers by two for a behind bar contract
The day we dinned at the Eiffel tower, she became my statue of liberty
Now am in love with her talk so witty, how do I halt?

We have talked and kissed at the coliseum
She talked about man and I nodded in calm
Told me man is a common miser and for that
Carbon and viruses are likely to carbon date
Man before man contains their ability to carbon date mankind

Kissing her at every step we have strolled china's great wall
This is where she warned me never to look any of all
Predicament on another's lap and laugh thinking am far
For those whose conscience convince they are doing better
Forget of the problems designed for the better

I have been spotted transfixed by her beauty at the Mara
Driving into the ecstatic Serengeti lip to lip
She said worry not about judgment
It is the core meaning of comment
Or should we talk about human heart
The abyss of stealth darkness
A darkness dark enough to silhouette in coal dark darkness
A myth only the wise believe

Oh! Mary how merry your mind makes mine
Open my eyes like the London eye
Tick my fancy like big Ben tock our years
Lean on my shoulder,like the tower of pizza
I will bare the brunt honey and roses raise
Though your other name is Jane, you are my jade

THE BETTER HALF OF LOVE

Explain what air is

And I will explain what love is

Explain why air is unseen

And I will explain why love comes unseen

Explain why life dies without air

And I will explain why love kills

Explain why the swift lives in air

And I will explain why envy resides in hearts

Just like you know what air is

So do I know of love as the greatest gift received in blind fold

Just as know why air is unseen

So do I know why love lives seen yet unseen

I too know no air no life

But I know not how love kills, just know would kill for you

Swifts are fast as my fangs of envy

So touch not my love for am her better half...call me hate

Yes we are married and hearts our palaces

Human heart the dullest of our places

Because they receive me eyes wide open

But receive my better half eyes wide shut

Always oblivious of our Yin Yang hoot

The world is at moot, my partner on her death bed

She now equals water in abundance and scarcity

Check mate! Is love still on board?

THE ABOLISHED WORD OF OUR TIME?

Negative in two subsequent quarters rang the bell

Neighbbourhoods got cloudy and rains heavy

They looked up to him and asked in tears

The sage looked unto them radiant in smile

Gallery of knowledge, age of wisdom

Teach us about never for never confuses

Raveges souls and understanding of the universe

Knowledge worrior, first i said i will never drink

Then thuoght i will never touch and squeeze

Intimate in whispers twitching at the toe

Drugs on the prescription lists meant the life and never

I shouted at the drugs that later dragged me through

Lucifer's door in blood, so tell us sage

Is never the abolished word of time?

For the minute we say never, we knock on a door