Love in the Age of ADHD

This was supposed to be a song about you, like all other songs, seeing as you’re my muse. (Why are you my muse?) I had it all planned out: short punchy lines leading up to the doors of your heart. (Why do I want your heart? I’m not even that fond of red meat. Last …

Karma Runs Out of Patience

You hear it with ears deaf, Feel it with your unfeeling, The silences that weigh like ghosts on gossamer. Fog that does not lift but only becomes colorless, Those fine scratches on your back by invisible tender fingers: claws. A whisper of pain and pain to come. You’ve danced with danger for far too long, …

Loved in Spades

Drowned and buried, Suffocating in the weight you pour, Covered in blackness, Barely breathing, Alive and aflame, yet Crushed and rejuvenated, Panicked, pained, Loved in spades.

Omnia

Her fragrance was Omnia. For an instance in time she engulfed me in its essence, her essence. And I, like many men before me, faltered…but only just so. Days of hope and heartbreak culminated in one moment of resistance, the ultimate stand, that I be the seducer and she the tempted one. At the edge, …

Too Close

Too close to you that you’ve blinded me. (I have blinded myself to you. I only want to see you.) I cannot see your cracks and creases. (I do not want to see you naked, shamed. I revel in my illusions of you.) Yet, even in my basking in hell’s fire, (Even walking naked through …

A Different Kind of Pain

……is what I want, Sharper, more piercing, Meaningful, soulful. A better struggle, The beautiful throb of a heart resonating With the eternal energy of the universe. To dream when I’m asleep, For not want of rest, To eat when hunger strikes, For not want of anything, To not want. Why want when dreams are no …

A Creeping to Death

Though you kill me slowly. I don’t know how not to Live without this pain. You are my muse and my misery, And I’m never happier than when you mock me, Choke me, your sardonic smile is the last I’d like to see As I slip into the darkness.

A Search for Blue

Searching for a better kind of blue, Your blue wasn’t blue enough, A better high, flight to the blue blue sky, Never coming down, never coming down…..

Just a thought (drawing parallels)…..

If you believe that you live in a country that does not care about your tribe or your gender, you are privileged. You have grown up in a Kenya that has enabled you to not know otherwise. You don’t need to be sorry about it, because you didn’t create it. It’d just be lovely for …