MOVE ON ‪#‎spokenword‬

Inaumiza,kuskia eti uliamua kuhang on
Kwani umekua nguo;
No wonder anakubadilisha na mwingine daily
Amekufanya his Sunday best,his sexual well
Kukunywa ile tym ako dry spell
Na,unadai huezi mwacha
Juu ako dark,tall and handsome
Pia ana character,anashika rada
Coz alikufunza sweety si tamu ukila na karatasi
Akihema juu yako kama Mollis,ka boli,akikupepeta
Anaplay feelings zako as if ur heart's plastic
Hajali mimba,kukuambukiza,uwe another statistic
Na unaendelea kuhold on,huezi move on?
Mbona,mbona,mbona
Za mwizi zikifika arubaini
Umbembeleze na mapenzi ya dhati
Huyo mwanaume ametupa mbao
Mpaka anadoz na wale mathe wa kumikumi
Mbona
Mtu hata haezi kununulia lollipop ya tano
Hana fikra za future asave hata one bob
Is it worth it,your heart,less than 50 cents
Are you that cheap?jiulize
Unajiconvince ati atachange,Jamaa anafuata hata change
Ya fifty,Use your common sense
Mrembo,unatumiwa tu,Ukiisha kua fiti
Mwanaume atakujump,akuache kwa fence,umehang on
A move on,ama a move in,na mwingine
So,let go and let God
Let go and let God
Better yet,unaeza endelea kulive in facts fake
In fantasies your relationship ukibase,Ukidai ni love real
Ukisahau mapenzi ya Yesu ndo ilikam kwanza
By Ye strips alikuheal,Time alisulubishwa kwa msalaba
Ni ukweli nakushow so usihate
This is only advice nakupee
Decision we ndo utamake
Kuchoose the truth or the rest
The ball is in your court
The ball's in your caught

BURNING INSPIRATION

I feel like stealing all paper in the world
I feel like writing my whole life down
I am socked in ink
I am an author burning inspiration.

BEAUTY HURTS

In his arms you cuddle
Pain moistens his hollow eyes
Behind the frail smile
An anguish so heavy
Wounds from stabs of insecurity
Your beauty hurts

When hardwork conceives promotion
The air's polluted,your name
Like the stench from "bama"
Gossips of sexually transmitted appraisal
Rule their guilt masquerading minds
As they gag the prideful mouth
Your beauty hurts
With each swing of your curves
Men stick their tongues out
Salivating upon their lustful fantansies
Howling erotic whistles "ksksksks,madam"
(no wonder them called dogs)
Thirsty eyes are quenched
Your figure recedes,necks break
So do a relationship after a bitchslap.
Surely,your beauty hurts

THAT NIGHT 1‬

That night
Not the same voice
That once pounced my ears
Full of romantic nectar
Escaped her mouth
That night
Her voice was feeble
Lips dry and shaking
Drier than the dust in Kwa vonza
Not shimmerring and succulent
Like they did last week
From the magic of our kisses

That night
She struggled to speak
Tears flooding her swollen eyes
Not a pleasurable pool
Like the waterfall last week
These ones full of desperation
An ocean of anxiety and confusion
Finally she mumbled
Words that got my heart wild
Torn apart by reality of her tone
"I Missed my ."

THAT NIGHT 2‬

With eyes flooding than Budalangi
Chest wetter than her pants in
The fateful night,panting
Sobs of questions without marks
Answers she knew but still asked
"What we gonna do about it"
Like the being in her's a thing.
That night
I lost the audacity of words
Intepridness knew not my world
I stared at her with eyes,cold
Like a geek in a drinking party
Like a city boy lost upcountry
The sight of the lady heavy
Wasn't a glittering beauty
Which I once pampered honey
Just one shot before we marry
Promise I will let you meet my mummy
That night
She only had a magic
Of a stomach sooner bulging
And me,
Stood shorter than a Lilliputian
With the spirit of a villian
Numbed my hearty pain
Drank of ruthless wine
Poured out the words plain
THE KID IS NOT MINE.

SAUDADE‬

This place
Angels weep of broken wings
Righteous deeds demons worship
Each breath a concoction
Of dried pain,pulverized affection
With each gush of wind
Lost kisses the air stink
And the moonlight's nothing
But bitter memories of feign love
The warmth of his deceptive arms
This place
Where X answers the Ys
Of your waaaiii!!iiiii!!
From your flooding crimson eyes
Saudade

‎TRUE FRIEND‬

When all seems but lost
Hurt feasting your weary soul
Cracks leak of bitterness
Eyes rain broken promises
Wounds bleed residual love
My arms warmth will clot
A forehead kiss to bandage
My mouth behind you rally
Despite your guilt tickling my concious
I will sing along sombre ballads
Lullabies too to comfort
I will whisper sweet nothings
To rebind smashed pieces
Your broken heart mend
I will be your true friend