Its a Strife not a Life

According to the story of their life, Life is good apparently,

Or is it the picture that is painted the differently,

Or is it that they don’t want to put the pain into paint,

Or could it be the pain that's too much to paint

My mind just went overboard

Staring at a sight extremely plain

So i have decided to tell it as I see it,

I have my aches, but somebody has to try                                           

  The kind of life we're living, we no longer friends, we claim to be

We’ve lost all brotherly love we all once proclaimed,

We live like members of the disciplined forces,

But with immense lack of the discipline,

Like a sick army with no hope of any medicine

Yet the disease is escalating,

Feeding on our minds with negative ethnicity

Spreading fast from the villages in up-country to cities in the counties

All claiming to fight for the same side,

Yet we refuse to work as a team with no shame,

If we are all after the same prize, why is everybody paying their own price?

Are we still a team?

We call each other brothers,

But we're living a life worse than that of soldiers in the battlefield 

We are soldiers with solidarity deficiency syndrome.
When one of our own takes a hit, we keep marching,

Like a soldiers   on their marching orders

Our writers write that we should live without limits,

I wish they could also write a manual on how to achieve that,

Especially now when our leaders don't allow us to survive even within the limits

We are living a life where a motivational speaker with suicidal thoughts streaming in the back of his mind, is promising hope for a brighter the future,

And preacher preaching peace on his lips,

But still you can trace a concealed piece on the hip.

Life where kids are told by their parents

To read to become the leaders of tomorrow,

Only for them to grow up and walk into the agony of telling their kids

  

The same old phrase "to lead you must read"       

The version remains unchanged   passed on upon generations like a hereditary treasure

What a shame, they never became, leaders

Because they couldn't rise through the ranks,

It’s not late and nothing is impossible they were told,

Later when they are too old, frail and lame,

They realise it’s late,

Everything seems impossible,

47 counties, 42 tribes, all in 1 place

Using hate and race to rank and rate,

Still, it’s horrible even when you are of the same tribal roots

You must pay bribes to survive as they loot.

NAFSI SI HURU

Sheria nyingi za nini mwatunga, ilhali kwa kusudi  mwazivunja

Wanasheria na waheshimiwa yakiwemo, miongoni  mwa majina mengi mnayojiita

Eti yanatokana na baadhi ya mataji mengi wenyewe mnayojitwika

Umekua mtindo kuvunja sheria kwa kufanya fujo mikutanoni

Nami naikamata kalamu yangu kama tindo

Za Arudhi nazivunja kamwe sizingatii mitindo

Ila sio kusudi,  Yakuandika yamezidi mengi

Meli kisha ng’oa nanga, nasikitika sina muda

 Mezani basi sikai tena,eti nitosheleze mizani

Mengi maovu wayafanyayo, wanyafanya hadharani

Kwa kusudi watutiya tafarani Kila uchao mwingine wao,

 Mfisadi afichuliwa tena  miungoni mwao

Ungozi kwao viongozi, umekuwa kama mchezo

 Kulaumiana mbele ya umma, maskini anapo umia

Sina budi kusita kila mara katika uandishi wangu

Dakika moja kwa heshima za mashujaa babu zetu

Kwa imani, popote walipo, natumai wapo pema peponi

Wao waliojinyima kizalendo  zao nyoyo kazitoa vichakani

Kajikaza kisabuni, kusudi wajukuu tuishi pasipo mashakani

Laiti wangalijua, wasingali mfukuza mkoloni

Ninao ushahidi wa Mashujaa waliobaki mkononi

Haufichiki uchungu wanaohisi moyoni

Wanahudhuria sherehe za kusherekea uhuru kwa huzuni

Tayari nchi imenyakuliwa tena na majirani wetu

Kiongozi wetu ni rafiki yake kiongozi wa wanyakuzi

Sijui tuwalaumu akina nani safari hii

Wanaoiba asilimali ya umma twawaona magazetini

Ilhali maskini wasio na hatia wamejazwa gerezani

Hakika ni mengi myafanyayo, tuelezani za nani mwafuata nyayo

The Fear Of The Unknowns

Uncertainty is crowding my mind,
Like clouds heavy with rain
With conflicting thoughts crushing my brain,
Leaving waves of doubts behind,
Am afraid am losing the war to the fear
The fear of the unknowns

My mind is under siege
With winds of doubts cruising to and fro
Causing blurred visions and swiping out dreams
I have no peace of mind the nightmares have taken root

Too many decisions to make
Very little time, they are argent
My mind has become a double agent
Torn between the Do's and the Don't s

Doubts casting brain incisions
Haunted by a lonely feeble but persistent voice
A voice that has only one question... "What if?"
I'm Running out of time , yet am lacking precision

An Old friend is back in town
He wants us to meet and catch up
I know we need to catch up for old time's sake
But, What if...?
What if this ain't a coincidence?
What if he is changed to wrong?

There is a new girl next door
She is beautiful
i know i like her
And i think she likes me too
I can tell from the way she looks at me
Especially when am working out
I should ask her out instead of staying indoors time in time out
But...What if?
What if my feelings for her are not profound?
What if its just another infatuation??
What if it will end up as another fling??

Am tired after work
The sun is setting on the horizon
It's a nice sight by the shore
I should take a walk by the sea as i enjoy the the breeze to help me unwind
But ...What if?
What if the wind blows too strong
Too strong for the banks to hold and water comes running ashore and carries me whole???
What if...?What if...?What if...Am just swimming in
fears of the unknown???
What If????!!!

what has become of life??

Am lost, and in strife
Trying to find figures n features
To help me understand what it is life
I've become a wonder-er who wonders
Taking any path,  any path that will give answers
You like we did in maths
Answers of what life has become

All that was good is gone
Replaced by all that is bad
Fights are allover
Even among the birds

All love is lost
And the little that is left has become a game
A game like that of thrones
Money is the Ace  and the kingmaker
A fat wallet and u will wear crowns as many
Faithfulness is scant
Like any other games it has its game-cheats

Its like there are forces,  unseen yet so strong
Pulling n pushing
Only to one direction that of falsehood
Now Everybody is in the neighborhood

There is nothing to celebrate
Some are too weak to even make ends meet
Yet others throw parties every other week end

Shades have become so many
Grey has now fifty
And they are all over
Nothing looks familiar not anymore
Not even our sisters faces
We  even wearing shades of all sorts
I guess to see things in a shoddy-shady perspective

The streets are no longer safe
The streetlights are just but highlights
And nothing seems right
Even the beggars now look mean
Life has become so insecure
We fear our own shadows
We no longer sure of anything
Not even ourselves
We take selfies every now and then
Add captions just in case

What exactly has become of life?!!

what is love?!!

To the hearts of love
From your generosity i beseech
This piece of knowledge i seek
For i have searched and searched
From countryside villages
To cities with villas and pride
What's love?

I have been there before
Believe am not naive
Answers are few
So am popping the question live
Whats love?

And please don't say love is kind
I've come across lovers of various kinds
Many want to live in palaces and be treated as Queens
Yet they won't act like royalties
They can never be loyal
Whats love?

Please put it plain while you explain
Its been confusing and intriguing with pain
Am getting tired drinking from the same pint
At least give me a list give me a hint
Whats love?

For a long time I've been wrong
Thought love was patient
And so i waited and waited
Until i became a patient
Sick with solitude that
Even on valentine's i was quarantined
Whats love?

Don't tell me love is persistent
Because  every time i persisted on commitment
She she insisted that needed her space unlimited

The kind with no strings attached
Once the heart is broken
There are no strings to attach the pieces
You always hurt, you can never be at peace
Whats love?

Show me a sign
I'm on the verge of losing faith in love
I'm almost calling it quits and resign
For all they want is dollar signs ($)
Whats love?

I was lost as a host
Thought love was simple and straightforward
You know a few tricks, like how to write her name in Romans
Always make her laugh as you shower her with romance
You just need to try and be a little romantic
Now i know better for i know that I don't know
what is love???

Matters Of The Heart And Mind

My heart is a fight

Afraid to take this flight

It involves both mind and heart

But sometimes even the kind hurts

Though I'm falling and enjoying the swing

I'm afraid I could be just onother fling

I'm in love again,I can't help but laugh

But still,afraid it may end up rough

My heart thinks you're precious

But my mind warns to be cautious

I got you tapped in my blood

You even made my hemoglobin thicker

You are all over my mind like floods

Yet your sight makes my legs grow weaker

Please forgive my resilient

This is the result of Bad exprience

I have torn before,another tear I'll not survive

I have cried all this time,thank heavens I'm still alive

Please don't stop this fight,untill the war is over

Let's destroy all the walls and clear everything clear and plain

Let's ensure that no obstacle is left in the rear, that may bring on pain

So that When this fight is Over there will be no casualties but lovers and loyalties

I have learnt the Hard way You have to conquer the Lust in Order to Last, In These matters of Heart and Mind

(C) Poeticghibson 2014

I Think Am Loosing My Religion!

I Think Am loosing My Religion!

I'm on the verge of loosing my religion
Somebody must stop This madness
For what I see is the master Devil,Legion
But I will rest neither will I settle for less
These must come to an eternal halt

They are like different buses on transit to unkanown but common destination
Christianity,Islam,Hindu,Budhists all the same
To heaven To take they all claim
Somebody stop these, less I loose my Religion!

Oh Heavens I Beseech
Curl the blue sky and Rain me with ink that my pen won't drain
For I'll be Tempted to write with my own blood, Before I loose my religion And the will to live

And as You pour me with Rain InK
May You as well Shower Me with Wit
That I'll Know what not to write
That I Shed more Light

I think am loosing my religion for I pay for a miracle that will never Be
Churches are no longer Safe
Not even for the babyface
A bullet is lodged In baby CypriAn brain
That's why I demand rain

Mosques are no longer places of worship but classrooms For Murderers
Islam is no longer the religion of peace
In they Are carrying fire pieces
As Priest are busy selling Prayers to the poor
Sheikhs are all in delight for mass killings
Without a single shred of shame
They wine and dine as they claim Fame
No guilt will make them Quit
These Has To Stop Less I loose My RelIgion!!
[C]poetic ghibson.4th April 2014
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