MY MTOTO IS A 46ian

deep  into the sprawling surbubs of kawangware,
 hidden between the mabati mansionettes and the beautiful black slimy sewerage rivers.
 beneath the grey perched skies,
 to the swirling dusty winds, 
lies a ka mama...
 she is sweet..
 sweet as a ka three bob roster,
  yet fresh as the mbere guks,
 her walk ordained by the rythmique riddims,
long she has flown with air goteana
,  her favourite flight...
  i can't call her baby,
 she always screams 'wacha ufala jo'  so i call her msupa,
  to that she can smile,
 i can't take her for a burger,

 she has a thing for madondo,
 and oh well my pockets,
 sad state they be in,
 we don't do evening walks, 
'hiyo ni kuwaste sole ya njumu' she says,
  so we sit besides the roads,
  waving to every konda and dere,
  'niaje marto' 'vipi jonte'   answering to 'umecheki yule msee'  questions,
  and debating on 'yule dame ni...'  starters,
  yet she is a fine piece this ka mama,
 with a rangi ya dollar coating,
 hidden in the belly of the cold Kawangware,
 a forty sixian, my mtoto is...   

THE FATHER

We drink our sadness away,
One for the road we shout,
One cold one to the bum tented maid,
Yes one my dear folks,
A drink to hell on sorrow lane.

Yes one for the road I said son,
It's never easy facing a woman's wrath on a sober mind
She rants and breaths like a tasmanian devil,

Hef screeches grind lounder than our neighbours posho mill,
Her gaze pierces deeper than grandfather's spear,

Yes i bed her through the cold nights
Her skin hotter than the gods lay,
Not an eye do I close,
She from the mountain scapes,

But you smile at her snare,
Laugh at her anger,
Not in sight but beneath the shadow of her sheep skin,

The rest son
This father will do

THE WOMAN HE NEVER LOVED

In the dark shadows,
where self and friend solitude meet,
in the serenating tupac vocals,
among the shushing whispers of the night,
i thought of her.......

She was of tender skin,
a well roast of the coastal heat,
her eyes were of earth,
and well punched in,
i thought of her....

Her weight was feather,
of many men,dreamed,
yet none her seas could sail ,
but one.....

But he that was him or maybe I,
born a man of no heart...

A rider of pain,
not an emotion could take..

And so to a season of cold he disappered,
and her left in teary pours,
and she took it in,
that her was,
would,
and in whispers,
the woman he never loved

(Poetìc Eve)

soon such love he may neva find
so fine a sea he may neva sail
in the season of cold..
... and so many lost love
he may return
..yet to find..she lost that love
to one that could not wish to lose her
it wil be too late..
...and her tears will be sunshine
and her smile..as the horizon

(Skillz Tha Poet)

yes it may vanish to the horizon,
there where golden rays lie..
and to many a lost he shall not return,
but grin to the touching skies,
for then she shall be happy,
and such his joy

(Poetìc Eve)

such his joy..what a loss
finding love...letting it out...
may never  find such
she will smile with new life
while he smiles at the touching skies
too far to console him...
beneath all he may wish a return...
maybe too late...
but love is denied..likewise embraced

(Skillz Tha Poet)

and such joy rings merry bells,
for he let a bird go,
maybe his was true,
and to say console turns the winds,
chases the rains
and so saddens the moons,
for he saw a star,
and gave it out to another,
a man so true

©2012

sizzling warmth

her tiny body beckons,
fingers calling,
twitching lips,

she lies down on the feathery bed,
linen flowing across her flesh,
her yellow thighs piercing from beneath,
parted,
a display of her hairy cunt,
moist,
full,
awaiting a gentle touch...

my cock enraged,
blood rushing with eruptive pulse,
electric as the skins touch,
warmth,
wetness.....

we are in...

 her eyes roll,
a hands grasp,
tighter,

deeper i thrust,
more she chokes,
deeper,
she moans,

her taste is different,
scented,
with coastal salts and sub Saharan roses,

she calls,
in slippery tones,
her lips puffed,
all coloured....

the juices beneath,
hitting her bare flesh,
in freezing cold,
yet her cunt won't let go,
more it wants,

more of the sizzling warmth,
to gush between her tiny thighs,
into her womanhood,
with mississippi burst banks speed,

USED

my phone rang with a choking tone,
little thought hit it may have fallen,
but a smart one knows the mood of either side,
so i picked it up to a weary voice,
laced in pain and a retreating feel,

she said am done being the used,
each new dawn still abused,
am i on the wrong or just misunderstood?

she said,

the first came with a cunning voice,
with naivety i gave in to the gush of pain,
he tore me apart i couldn't walk,
such value i had lost to some silly words,
misfortune to follow it was my first 'ball,
so we ran to diagnostic men,

and so they have been coming,
different words different skins,
and silly of foolish thoughts i with them bed,

she paused to weep,
and i my thoughts raced,
I had loved her but too scared to tell her, for she not only was a Venus,
she also had the royalty in her blood,

in mumbles she said,
why this upon me?
ain't there anyone different?
i have been used to the limit of line,
now I can take a fist full,
my back too,
they have cupped my breast, now finger prints left...

and of the last minutes of her life i heard...

last night they came in six i well knew,
showed me a list they all tick,
wrapped me up and took turns,
took images of me in piss....

silence...

now i awake to news that she is gone,
such a beauty so badly used...

SHE, THE PLEASURE

thoughts were lost,
blood was hot...

her skin was electric,
her fibble self quivering,
trembling like the evening leaves,.

her breath was heavy,
her moans choking,
growing faint with every thrust,

the position was fair,
IT from behind,
through her warm thighs,
supported by her curvy behind,
into her warm womanhood,

the little hairs that sat upon her lips,
soaked in cum added the intensity,
aggravating the ghostly wolf that sits beneath my skin,

a hand upon her blade neck,
the other cupping her hard breast,
her nipple bursting through the fingers,

she screamed for more,
each word alloying the veined monster,
her teeth gritting,
with every further exploration,

she screamed,
she cursed,
she blessed,
she rebuked,

there were godly minutes,
from Venus to Hercules,
she made promise,
and made me take vows,

minutes flew,
the walls shied off,
then the storm,

she was trembling,
I felt it  erupt with all the might of the African volcano ,
meeting her floods halfway through,
then with a turn,
she stole me a glance,
a faint smile,
then collapsed.....

i would have sat to laugh,
but the magical feel of her skin,
made me say a prayer,
and watch her beautiful image,
as it lay there,
warm
of pleasure had...

Death

i return with a tear,
sadness my mistress,
never she let's go,

beat the drums,
for death came,
he never changed his cloak,

hard as the morning wind,
yet smooth like the setting sun,
he whispered through the evening breeze,
silence he said.,

silent we lay

will i

i still hold on to hope
believing you will finally turn my way
and shelve your fears,
put on that lovely smile
and whisper into my ears.....

i wish to chase you down to the beaches
play with the sand on a sun fall
hold you tight on that cool breeze
and feel the warmth
and quivers of that lovely skin

but will i ever?
you have judged me for a few words
doubted me on unheard tales
yet the truth you hardly touch,.

why this platter empirically served
to i do you offer,
in such distaste?

GREETINGS

greetings i send from lands away,
besides sulken bowls of tears filled,
man is a friend yet a foe
to nay but he a brother tag bequeth,
greetings i send,
from lands away,
where this dark livery,
of a dying sun begets a mate,
but nay ....i wait,
and to roses that did fade,
of passions that did drown,
canned spinach would raise,
but lest a mind be popeyes',
but hey greetings i send,
to mates i never met,
and foes hiddden in scarlet kisses,
i breath,
and to same i bethink of thee.....

farewell with pleasure

she was as sweet as the dripping honey,
fair as the morning leaves,
her touch was smooth,
and warm like the afternoon sky,
her voice was soft,
her words....oh..
melodious tunes of an African clay cast,
she walked with the goose sway,
left.. bum.. bum.. right.. bum.. bum,
rythmique...

after her, many ran,
to be welcomed with the painted smile,
that weakened every eye that did cast a glance,
in they went,
out they came, each a tale so different,

they did pride selves on the Conquest,
the lions that laid the prey,

now she lies ,
cold and grey,
scaled and thin as a desert horse,

none after her runs...

tonight the ropes will bury the brave,
such farewells of pleasure bid

Tears Run Dry

i have tried to write my emotions down, and may have succeeded in many a time but this, for the best part i have had a date with sadness, shared a bed with pain..... and today they visit again..
it be no ones fault for they tried. but these tears i shed to moan mine self, i had a queen, but I treated her like a maid, had an angel but i whisked her away,
now but tears..
a man should not cry they say, I. will

In happiness after

It lay out on her shoulder,
Risen up to her four foot eight,
Haughtily she shook off from his hold,
And you could see a tear....

And i from Pandora through Pankhurst have seen,
It never turns gray lest its intent is a fall,
But beauty has slain,
Liberty and happiness at cost.

And she had it all.
Held by her ancestral horbs,
The hairy hunker on the left,
Skating his wisdom down her lobe,
The caveman on the right,
Blubbering nothing that was right,

And of she went to their merry,
A distraught beauty,
In search of happiness,
But it never lies before the sun,
But after

Lost in the third

We had it slow like a mountain stream,
Steady and clear,
And all the small gray pebbles at sight,

The first,
Vanished like a water drop,
On a Saharan dune top,
All but left a bitter face,

The second,
Drained like a beer bottle on a thirsty truckers' hand,
Gone,
Down the sewer,
Not a thought spared,

Now the third,
And i am lost,
Juicy and yellow,
I call her baby,
She calls me daddy,

And i am lost

In truth, in pain

The love making,
Coupled in teary nakedness,
A heart beats,
A turtled red,

Back i am,
Home i be,
Emptiness,
The reality,

So here is i,
Cuddled,
In the porny truth,
In the coldly pain.....