Standing by the Jordan banks was a man - the Messiah
God amongst us, He humbled himself
Walked with humanity understood human calamity
Yet graced with divinity
Did not clamour for fame nor publicity....
Standing at the brink is humanity
Cordoned by sins propensity
Man eat man, hate man conformity
Displaced from grace all creation's misplaced
He died to give back hope to a lost people... The Christ
our Saviour, our safety , our sanity
Titles for free, some paid for
none truly of merit
Perception of mans worth
Rendered from man to man
Yet God has through Christ titled believers Co heirs, beloved, seated on high
The very righteousness of God
If one was to stand in titles, may it be in this
Blood bought, written in the book of Life
Jesus our Kingsman Redeemer
No title can rival
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Spirit of our Nation
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Where do you reside
Is it in hearts you hide?
Where can one pin point your location?
Are you a corporate hope of an inner vexation?
Are you buried in the ground?
Sons and daughters whispering from a secret mound
Are you daily pounding on the streets?
Reciting Wananchi’s inner conflicts
Are you in the breasts of Fathers and Mothers?
Resounding prayers from different hallowed quarters
Are you in the slums?
Tired of waiting for hand outs, tired of being described the so called hoodlums
Do you speak from the rural enclose
Are your opinions and purpose a threatened recluse
Who hears your voice, does it whisper or shout
Does it have choice, merit or clout?
Mama Mboga, Jua Kali Hawker
Are you in the breathe of the Casual Worker
Construction laborer, Farm or Dock hand
Where do you stand?
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Are you just a phantom voice?
Having no shape or poise
Are you extinct?
Having no abode or precinct
Are you past, present or future
Perhaps speaking from our culture
Are you enshrined in our constitution?
Are you recognized in our young men’s visions?
Are you good and fair?
Or do you break and tear
Is your cause just or is gain your thrust
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Just who are you
Where do you reside
Is it in hearts you hide?
Where can one pin point your location?
Are you a corporate hope of an inner vexation?
Are you buried in the ground?
Sons and daughters whispering from a secret mound
Are you daily pounding on the streets?
Reciting Wananchi’s inner conflicts
Are you in the breasts of Fathers and Mothers?
Resounding prayers from different hallowed quarters
Are you in the slums?
Tired of waiting for hand outs, tired of being described the so called hoodlums
Do you speak from the rural enclose
Are your opinions and purpose a threatened recluse
Who hears your voice, does it whisper or shout
Does it have choice, merit or clout?
Mama Mboga, Jua Kali Hawker
Are you in the breathe of the Casual Worker
Construction laborer, Farm or Dock hand
Where do you stand?
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
Are you just a phantom voice?
Having no shape or poise
Are you extinct?
Having no abode or precinct
Are you past, present or future
Perhaps speaking from our culture
Are you enshrined in our constitution?
Are you recognized in our young men’s visions?
Are you good and fair?
Or do you break and tear
Is your cause just or is gain your thrust
Spirit of our Nation
Just who are you
No More Shame
NO MORE
No more a picture of someone else’s imagery
No more introspective dichotomy
No more decried daughter of eve
No more answer to laced venomous peeve
No more shame within
No more relegated to voiceless existence
No more regarded as object of circumstance
No more imputed and marred
The title of Woman scorned and scarred
No more shame within
No more playing caricatured description
No more victimized by Medias prescription
No more flustered by worldly depiction
No more open to self prophesied infliction
No more shame within
No more secondary in intelligence quota
No more illusionary in leaderships rota
No more discounted in corporate functions
No more embarrassed as a specie of emotional unction
No more shame within
No more belittled indeed daughters of God
No more tossed aside like creatures of worthless sod
No more, for in Christ women are chosen in the beloved
As partakers and heirs of his Kingdom
And in him are truly honored
To have no more shame again
No more a picture of someone else’s imagery
No more introspective dichotomy
No more decried daughter of eve
No more answer to laced venomous peeve
No more shame within
No more relegated to voiceless existence
No more regarded as object of circumstance
No more imputed and marred
The title of Woman scorned and scarred
No more shame within
No more playing caricatured description
No more victimized by Medias prescription
No more flustered by worldly depiction
No more open to self prophesied infliction
No more shame within
No more secondary in intelligence quota
No more illusionary in leaderships rota
No more discounted in corporate functions
No more embarrassed as a specie of emotional unction
No more shame within
No more belittled indeed daughters of God
No more tossed aside like creatures of worthless sod
No more, for in Christ women are chosen in the beloved
As partakers and heirs of his Kingdom
And in him are truly honored
To have no more shame again
NO NOTHING TO SEE HERE
Whitewashed edifices
Like grand elephants
Purported to be of
Public benefit
Files mysteriously appearing - disappearing
Hushed conversations, hushed con versions
Siphoning monumental colossal sums
White collar hoodlums
Say
No Nothing to see here
Amazing maize maze
Evasive maneuvering like quick haze
In your face, like household secrets
Known yet not known, Said yet not boldly
Boundaries taken
Minorities forsaken
Voiced! Braying on microphones
Insist
No Nothing to see here
Churning emotions misleading the masses
Strengthen “the party”
The masses cry why?
We have been compromised
We have no say, no pay, no way
Justice wears a cast
Dubious is its light
Whimpers
No nothing to see here
Blinded masses like poisoned rats
Aimlessly running from the prey
Careening to laid out traps at bay
Caught in the seams of intrigue
Not realizing the players are the major league
Notoriety dons cloth and collar
Innocence in pretentious demeanor
Clamors
No nothing to see here
Like grand elephants
Purported to be of
Public benefit
Files mysteriously appearing - disappearing
Hushed conversations, hushed con versions
Siphoning monumental colossal sums
White collar hoodlums
Say
No Nothing to see here
Amazing maize maze
Evasive maneuvering like quick haze
In your face, like household secrets
Known yet not known, Said yet not boldly
Boundaries taken
Minorities forsaken
Voiced! Braying on microphones
Insist
No Nothing to see here
Churning emotions misleading the masses
Strengthen “the party”
The masses cry why?
We have been compromised
We have no say, no pay, no way
Justice wears a cast
Dubious is its light
Whimpers
No nothing to see here
Blinded masses like poisoned rats
Aimlessly running from the prey
Careening to laid out traps at bay
Caught in the seams of intrigue
Not realizing the players are the major league
Notoriety dons cloth and collar
Innocence in pretentious demeanor
Clamors
No nothing to see here
Surprise
Surprising how much my heart keeps opening to you
How you have it
How you move it
Like a fissure in a mountains terrain
My heart split open
The molten lava within brews hotter and hotter
It makes me warm at times it frightens me
Mother Nature has her calm
But sometimes her banks of untamed emotions erupt
Unreined
Frightening
How do you tame the heart, when its crack keeps widening
Engulfing you – engulfing me
So I pray,
Father you built… made… created this, created you, created me
Be that third string, that thread that holds us together
Safely
Reining us in and reigning within
His form of love, that rules Mother Nature… says when the tide must roll in
Love like a calm, budding like the spring, growing stronger daily, flourishing
Flowering, nourishing ….
Water brooks flowing, its sounds calming, its song restoring
Yes my heart keeps opening to you … though now… it’s calling for its maker to propel it fall or rise
That the Maker makes his mark in us… his love our daily Sunrise surprise….
How you have it
How you move it
Like a fissure in a mountains terrain
My heart split open
The molten lava within brews hotter and hotter
It makes me warm at times it frightens me
Mother Nature has her calm
But sometimes her banks of untamed emotions erupt
Unreined
Frightening
How do you tame the heart, when its crack keeps widening
Engulfing you – engulfing me
So I pray,
Father you built… made… created this, created you, created me
Be that third string, that thread that holds us together
Safely
Reining us in and reigning within
His form of love, that rules Mother Nature… says when the tide must roll in
Love like a calm, budding like the spring, growing stronger daily, flourishing
Flowering, nourishing ….
Water brooks flowing, its sounds calming, its song restoring
Yes my heart keeps opening to you … though now… it’s calling for its maker to propel it fall or rise
That the Maker makes his mark in us… his love our daily Sunrise surprise….
You do it well
Play us the court jester
Tell us that same old joke
No play the usual smart aleck
With answers for just about everything
Wait no do your usual routine
Mr. PolMagician where everything keeps disappearing
Oh let’s not forget the man of cloth thing
Make us believe you care deep within
That performance you keep doing
Dancing and prancing warrior like ...is quite fluid
Entertain me some more, sing me a song, tell me a quip a riddle
Oh man do a back flip
That’s why I keep you there
You prank while I flounder
Notwithstanding I laugh till I cry till my seams split
As your midriff gets rounder
Tell us that same old joke
No play the usual smart aleck
With answers for just about everything
Wait no do your usual routine
Mr. PolMagician where everything keeps disappearing
Oh let’s not forget the man of cloth thing
Make us believe you care deep within
That performance you keep doing
Dancing and prancing warrior like ...is quite fluid
Entertain me some more, sing me a song, tell me a quip a riddle
Oh man do a back flip
That’s why I keep you there
You prank while I flounder
Notwithstanding I laugh till I cry till my seams split
As your midriff gets rounder
NO Please Don't
Girls in blossom and forced to grow up too soon. Girls who feel awkward and shy as their breasts press uncomfortably against their dresses now fast becoming small – such stress. Breasts that are fondled forcefully by trusted fathers, brothers, uncles and friends whose eyes shine with delight that belie the blight of the child now growing yet not fully understanding this weird role.
Hating it and hurting but having nowhere to run to. Shy smiles and tears settling on lips quivering faintly “no please don’t”
Hating it and hurting but having nowhere to run to. Shy smiles and tears settling on lips quivering faintly “no please don’t”
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
DANCING TEEN?
She was looking at her reflection
Focusing on aspects of her composition
She swayed her hips tantalizingly
Wriggled her bottom suggestively
Smiling coyly appreciatively
Pre Madonna now
Thanks to Channel O and MTV
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty
Her mouth formed an impressive pout
Picture perfect for any magazine
She sauntered about cooing and singing
Oh touch my body - let me be your sexy thing
Her hands caressing her sides
Seeing that she caught her idols moves with pride
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty
How she dropped it like it’s hot
Dropped jaws is what she got
Not just from appreciative friends, among them older experienced men
She has no clue, what her moves can drive depraved men up to
Her hands on her barely visible growing chest
Little girl thinks she is a great dancer at best
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty
Girl don’t grow up too fast
Find yourself get some class
Grow your mind, something to last
Yes have fun but don’t get swayed
Know enough not to get played
Find your identity; let it be strong in God
And not in MTV
I know how it feels
but then I was twenty
Little girl stay your age, don’t run for going on thirty
Focusing on aspects of her composition
She swayed her hips tantalizingly
Wriggled her bottom suggestively
Smiling coyly appreciatively
Pre Madonna now
Thanks to Channel O and MTV
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty
Her mouth formed an impressive pout
Picture perfect for any magazine
She sauntered about cooing and singing
Oh touch my body - let me be your sexy thing
Her hands caressing her sides
Seeing that she caught her idols moves with pride
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty
How she dropped it like it’s hot
Dropped jaws is what she got
Not just from appreciative friends, among them older experienced men
She has no clue, what her moves can drive depraved men up to
Her hands on her barely visible growing chest
Little girl thinks she is a great dancer at best
I know how that feels, but then I was twenty
She…
She can’t be more than ten
Yet going on thirty
Girl don’t grow up too fast
Find yourself get some class
Grow your mind, something to last
Yes have fun but don’t get swayed
Know enough not to get played
Find your identity; let it be strong in God
And not in MTV
I know how it feels
but then I was twenty
Little girl stay your age, don’t run for going on thirty
The Girl Next Door
I heard her crying
Heard a creak of a doorknob
Crying from a room next door
Sounds of muffled sobs
At times whimpering no let me go
More tears
Her crying
Next door
I saw her walking
Dressed in her school uniform
A picture of a sad broken beauty
Her eyes clear like cleaned windows
She tried smiling
Though not with her eyes
So accustomed to crying
This girl next door
She should be playful
This girl next door
She acts old and doleful
Like there is nothing to live for
She eyes her peers acting all grown up
She seems troubled why their game is so charmed
So young yet loosing her pup
Such games for her no longer childlike her heart pumps alarmed
Who made her soulful?
This girl next door
As her whimpering reaches my corridor
My room, my core
Oh no, awake from this dream
This girl
Who is she, was she, is she?
I let out a scream
Me!
Memories stream
Heard a creak of a doorknob
Crying from a room next door
Sounds of muffled sobs
At times whimpering no let me go
More tears
Her crying
Next door
I saw her walking
Dressed in her school uniform
A picture of a sad broken beauty
Her eyes clear like cleaned windows
She tried smiling
Though not with her eyes
So accustomed to crying
This girl next door
She should be playful
This girl next door
She acts old and doleful
Like there is nothing to live for
She eyes her peers acting all grown up
She seems troubled why their game is so charmed
So young yet loosing her pup
Such games for her no longer childlike her heart pumps alarmed
Who made her soulful?
This girl next door
As her whimpering reaches my corridor
My room, my core
Oh no, awake from this dream
This girl
Who is she, was she, is she?
I let out a scream
Me!
Memories stream
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I am Kenya
I am Kenya
A nation of tribes and colours
A mixture of culture and people
I’m not just Kikuyu, Luo, Kamba, Masai, Luyha, Meru
to name but a few
I’m all of these, these are all of me
Sons and daughters of this nation- I Be
I am Kenya
Whence came from the separation?
Who said one tribe one nation?
I’m all; I encompass all these differences for they are part of me
This ground, these borders they speak of me
Kenya
The mounts, the hills, the streams, the seas
The plains, the farms, the beasts, the trees
The song, the dance, the people, their bearing, their stance
All Kenya
Different, yet singularly me
Yet some try to divide me, how can this be?
For all these variations speak of me, are part of me, are all of me
Why does brother rise against brother, sister against sister?
Are not these but Kenyan Fathers and Mothers
Protectors and Nurturers?
Who set neighbour against neighbour?
On this hallow ground once stood shoulder to shoulder
And now my legacy threatens to smolder
The fabric of the Kenyan flag is tearing, across the nation the ground is wailing
Its people are riling and quailing
Our land - blood like rivers prevailing
Can Kenyans rise above this plight?
Gather under the Kenyan flag and anthem sing bright
To redeem the truth of what is good and right
Stand together with liberty and our differences unite
And be One People One Nation!
Kenya!!
(Inspired from a theme if Kenya’s spirit could speak)
A nation of tribes and colours
A mixture of culture and people
I’m not just Kikuyu, Luo, Kamba, Masai, Luyha, Meru
to name but a few
I’m all of these, these are all of me
Sons and daughters of this nation- I Be
I am Kenya
Whence came from the separation?
Who said one tribe one nation?
I’m all; I encompass all these differences for they are part of me
This ground, these borders they speak of me
Kenya
The mounts, the hills, the streams, the seas
The plains, the farms, the beasts, the trees
The song, the dance, the people, their bearing, their stance
All Kenya
Different, yet singularly me
Yet some try to divide me, how can this be?
For all these variations speak of me, are part of me, are all of me
Why does brother rise against brother, sister against sister?
Are not these but Kenyan Fathers and Mothers
Protectors and Nurturers?
Who set neighbour against neighbour?
On this hallow ground once stood shoulder to shoulder
And now my legacy threatens to smolder
The fabric of the Kenyan flag is tearing, across the nation the ground is wailing
Its people are riling and quailing
Our land - blood like rivers prevailing
Can Kenyans rise above this plight?
Gather under the Kenyan flag and anthem sing bright
To redeem the truth of what is good and right
Stand together with liberty and our differences unite
And be One People One Nation!
Kenya!!
(Inspired from a theme if Kenya’s spirit could speak)
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