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MUFFLED TRUTHS

Hushed out truths
Can’t seem to find the correct words
Choked by my own tongue
A stream of unsettling tears
Thoughts darkened and in thicket’s like an unexplored jungle

Speak out, she never shuts up they retort
What’s ailing you, always complaining they say
Grow up and face your fears, a closet of creepy skeletoned demons
Hold your head up high and stop being weak

This is a safe space
Am a shoulder to lean on though thorned
Leaving her laid wake, insomniac with red eyes
Shuttered soul and lost hope
When last did you afford a smile?

Sir. George Githunguri

© Aug 2020

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Here we go…

Feeling fresh after a long day intensed.
A lily scented room, a rose petaled floor .
Slowly i open the door, “Where you off to?”
a sweet echoed voice asks
Turning my head in surprise, as movement beneath the white satin cloth halts…….
“It is cold out there?”
She phrases her words in a questionable manner.
Mummed and muffled my eyes shut as if in disbelief , as she kicks the cloth to reveal herself ..
S.o.S i scream, “yes Skin on Skin” she whispers while winking at me.
Am robbed of words, as I close my eyes waiting for her lips to dawn on mine.
When we about to entertwin, I hear my name called out loud.
“You may come in now”…! “The doctor’s ready for you”

Sir. George Githunguri

© Nov 2012

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THEY SAY (ix)

A bee is a housefly who decided to take his life seriously
A skunk is just a cute exhauster with digestive issues
Zebras are but donkey’s born with a silver spoon
Sloths are but high junkies on the zone
Koalas are cute teddy bares from a fair tale, who a kid wished alive
Safari ants are but angry enforcers of the crawling creature mafia
Buffalo’s are but cows who lost their Mabble’s and we’re unable to domesticate their anger.
Kangaroos are but tall jumping bunnies who trained to box and opted to carry a satchel.
A dinosaur was but a snake who swallowed a hippopotamus that got stuck halfway his belly
Crickets are just backbenchers who were constant noisy makers and never knew when to quit and now politic it all night.
Turkeys are but chickens who missed out on anger management
A hyena is a wild dog that dropped out of school.
Lama’s and khat users, spitting similarities


Sir. George Githunguri


© Aug 2020

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Quote 174

 The day you'll break free from the
thought that you deserve better than
others, that's when your vision will
clear and divert your focus to what
you have and not what other have
attained.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Apr 2020

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MENTAL CONFINE

A life stow away
Cast into oblivion
Consumed by anger, amused in wonder
Running a race never to be finished.

Bold but tongue loose
A depressed idealist.
Thoughts crisscrossing ones mind.
Let it go and move along.

Heartfelt condolences
Late is the history, battling to let it rest
Heavy is the act,
Nested are the feelings, every sad song mastered lyrics.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Sep 2017

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Grief Edged With Guilt

Forever shall I burn in purgatory.

The winds shall blow the dusty remains of my bones.

As my names in bold be etched on the coner stone.

Five spired pillars lay ontop of my motionless self.

A center piece at the national museum will it lay.

May the blood in me boil and catalise the suffering.

The thought of water melt my cells like acid.

Their grief ignite like a flayer all over my vains.

For a sinner I was hoping to lay mine eyes on the bright light.

For every word uttered dry my mouth than the sahara.

Rejoice my enemy they shall as they fuel the fire.

And to tire I shall not for repentance will soothe mines pain.

Forgiving is He who suffered to make me whole.

For by his trials I find more than just peace.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jun 2015

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Quote 121

Dirty ain't always unclean, at times
its progressive creativity

Sir. George Githunguri

© Oct 2019

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Deterred

Overt, flustering indecisive succulent feelings.

A feral exuding charm, intense but yet exotic.

Slight lean to your peril facial structure.

The great fluctuating mounded, bulging grinned look.

Like a briar, so stiff and blunt flair. Vicious rants , but with great trepidation you cracked up lips split.

A potryal of un subjugated innocences.

An artificial smile creeping up on you, as you turn a blind eye, for it covertly seems to be gaining ground.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Feb 2013

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Insight 111

Life’s like an engineless plane, you can attach wings to it all day but it still won’t fly.
Moral: listen don’t just ready yourself to answer and identify the issue first before investing in the wrong solutions

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2020

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Do I !?

Passionate to have built my empire based on my fantasies and desires yet in reality I own not my happiness
As a fruit a Man_goEs out of his way to please , discarded ones used but never gives up for see what it blossoms into.
Freedom being a state of mind and maturity which is freedom with a choice
Innocent as it is known to be, the lack of knowledge there in resenting not humanity.
Joy craved as we are taught to find it in others, other than from within us.
Fear that shaken your loins, creeping through you like a sewered rodent.
I care so much as to let you know that alike we may not be but the same aired breathe we share.
Times constance is like chemistry with no particles, agree to disagree.
An ugly soul is not born so, but molded towards the hatred by whats around it.
Sacrifice the self will to commit oneself without any kind of gain.
Pain is just reality and lack of acceptance as to whats what and why.
Birth is not the start of life if a spirit is murdered from the beginning.
Judgement a portrayal of pride as opposed to offering a hand as a true guide.
Humility being a true leader whose skillful in the know-how to follow.
Engraved are the words physically but not by heart, a liar am looking at whose believes are his truths though I know it to be a tale.
A beast pounded by his own authority, limited to the power that bounds others.
Mellinials tagged, 21st centuried and mapped.
#ConfusedElement
:#GeorgesPoetism
#It_Happens
#ShhhLifeInProgress

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jan 2017

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NO WORK DOWN

We don’t defer from a khat user since we are dreamers also though theirs more product enhanced.
  If world Peace was an option would you be for it?
Yet you quarrel with your neighbor , you’re the source of your co-workers, friends or communities troubles just because you want what they have and since you can’t attain their levels you choose to stir up something.
  Where there’s war there’s peace they say and vice versa is the truth
  If you had three wishes what would they be?
   Would you be satatisfied with the outcome and choice down the line or would you tell us I was stupid then and am now mature, or is it a time thing where we have to enjoy life and utilise what’s at out disposal for tomorrow is not promised out with the old in with the new scenario.
  We are all wired differently though to all we have a few things in common:
Life : we are all alive and not because of our own choosing or strength, my former deputy (Mr. Nderitu) ones said ” as long as you were the sperm that made it out of millions then you are a winner”
  A lot of sense from a simple sentence which makes you wonder what if ?
Major transformations are happening all around us and the world will never stop for you to be successful, as I write this I can feel mines skin tightening and embracing my skull, my face cringing and my brain overthinking.
   Yes we all live in our heads mostly , making up scenarios that will never happen or take place in a different manner. We pray for miracles

Sir. George Githunguri

© May 2018

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Not every NO garuntees you a YES nor 
is it a path to a success story over
the rejection

Sir. George Githunguri

© Feb 2018

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Quote 119

Every time you miss someone or don't
see them just know "it's not been a
minute, it's been a lifetime" for
birth and death is taking place.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2018

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LURKING IN THE SHADOWS

What will haul me in more following?
Should I filter or does my camera do the trick?
Should I turn on the comment section or off it for this?
But the true question that doesn’t ring ” is this appropriate, for what if it was me?”
Crippled humanity sunken way down without morals
Inability to fathom that life’s a gamble and we are all a dice/deck away from death
Clearly health is wealth, but the latter doesn’t always conform to the former
Sheer outrage reduced to an obstinate action

Now a hanging man noose, but it’s from a decision they had to choose
Whether from lack, depression, aggression, failure or whatever the case
Left in search of the reasons behind it all
Nothing in writing to explain the leap to such an outcome
Might have felt like an outcast, bottling in alot that they couldn’t let go
The flickering light deep down inside them against stormy unwavering winds or the world
A stand off between their reality and immense expectations
How does one result to Tie and Die?
Why does fear overpower faith?
Happy ain’t always as such , check on your friends/family

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2020

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CONTENDING AGAINST

   Love is a misery and when it strikes our way we all see nothing but pure gratification, we experience warmth not only in our loins but deeply rooted in ours soul.

Beauty is the feeling so surreal that we surrender the notion of what we term as personal beliefs are exited through the window and compromise is the hard hit reality we have to gamble with for now.
 

The levels shift gears when hate is injected and the purity shaken be it by betray, jealousy or whichever the case. The imperfections starts to be more visible since the eyesight becomes quite clear wiped away is the fog and the bigger picture is clear.

Contention is nothing short of what was and what is since the things you’ve been told by friends, family or heard about your partner starts making more sense, not a day goes by that one doesn’t despise the feeling that theirs guard was lowered and stupidity heightened to a place where clarity was a word on the dictionary.

Sir. George Githunguri

© 20th April 2009

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NOLDU ?

The pain, the horror
Slight terror more trauma
Talk of shame and honor
Sick of games and drama
Plain taste of karma
Clean slate for a dark fate
Adrenaline high shelved by fear in trying
Factors that scream risks
Spotlight when it hits just right
An engaging smile well inviting than a welcome mat
Hefty laughter, ribs aching with happy tears flowing
Provocative thoughts begging me to change them as I spit thrice
Small talk, nothing short of knowing more
Write a story how complex
A show of glory some upon acing it all
Facing the music on stage unable to dance
One in hand slightly better than lack thereof
Black and white not even the two are as blank as they seem

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2020

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PUSH ON

For I have had it both ways
Been gutted like an animal and also celebrated like a new born
In shreds while piecing myself together and also had a variety to choose from
A rumbling tummy whose only response was a glass of water and at times at a buffet setting feasting on visually before plating it.
Chased away for being a liability, yet like a dog with a bone times would come when their attention on me they’d not let go.
Sneezed and in response was a bless you, while in another setting looks of disgust followed.
Teared down when hopelessly deprived of this world’s haves and have nots
Seen the affection that humanity has to offer and it’s effects, on the other side its afflictions and and a blind eye turned towards it all.
Screamed in an empty room just to let it out and also at a concert hiding the frustrations in plain sight
Weakened by my loved ones cry for help and helplessly watched on as I could do nothing to alleviate their pain
Been on the receiving end of a business connection and also connected a few, the joy that brings is just phenomenal.
Stuck on my own thoughts with never ending unanswered questions, but able to assist others sort theirs out.
Liquidated my all to solidify my today in hopes of a better tomorrow, from scratch is just a new beginning with grand experience this time.
Queued to purchase the premise that am not good enough and I’ll amount to nothing, but unshackled my mind for what the society thinks of me is not who I am.
An exchange of words turned to fists, at times anger calmed down by the right approach to dialogue.
Strange to say ave enjoyed pain and in some instances couldn’t even wish any of it on an animal let alone a fellow being.
A topic of gossip ave been and also been among a group bad mouthing others
Dined with who society pegged as great and also fended for self with scraps and am still here
Cashed in cheques and been on the receiving end of great deals though stressed, been broke to zero and still joy oozed out of me like light piercing the nightly skies.
More to write, alot to think of and all in all that’s not the end but a tipping point gauging my stamina in this balance of life.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2020

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Be honest to the world for a lie is but
darkness(night) which will be exposed
by the shinning light of the day(truth).

Sir. George Githunguri

© sep 2017

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RAPPORT

Life’s about moments
We share our all just to see others happy
A compromise made towards a successful day
The inner joy that separates us from our demons.

Whether in pain or filled with laughter.
Memories are what we are all after.
A colorful spirited smile.
A tender gentle reminder to uphold sanity.

A skilful soul knows whens best to be silent.
Release the anger through meditation.
Not to agitate self.
Advocating for privacy and yet assertively sharing all your shortcomings.

The intensity that’s in us all
Who crave for a life of unburdening sorrows
A loner whose not afraid to loose affection
Strangers we were before and if it sure is the way to go do be it.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jan 2020

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MEN AT WORK, WOMEN A TWERK

The one I love lives in me, making me feel safe for home is where the heart is at peace. Her strides are not of haste nor does she catwalk to impress but moseys like a a supervisor in a factory checking on progress, she admits to be primitive not because she is but she well knows she doesn’t understand everything about the world, but knows she’s ready to listen and learn what she doesn’t know and also top up to what she knows.

A character worth the time a true personality whose stubbornness knows no boundaries, a star was born in her and she hernesses ever last ounce of who she is just to better what she has. Brave in her own way and steps aside to avoid unnecessary battles knowing the biggest war she has to overcome is between herself, fun loving and supportive for nurture was rained on her like a bursted dam with weak walls.

My love has a sweet spot for snacking, an appetite so huge for life which is shared by the embrace of culture through various delicacies. Her taste pallet like a pissed off alarm clock rings in her tongue with anger every time she misses an opportunity to take it out for a treat.

I hate her so much yet love her much more and have in turn espouse her snags making them my own and hopefully vice versa, to know her is to want her to be her is to love life and to have her is nothing but a way to piss me off.

Her picturesque tumeric like skin tone diverts the ambience of the room and the focus outlines her enchantress look filling mines ticker. She whom I love does love me and sure enough I adore her, our sense of humour encompasses what we call Joy from within, her greatest fear is loosing herself, her own self worth not forgetting her will to live.

Shits gotten real and breakdowns have seen her plummet like a rolling stumbling rock down the cliff of despondency, her almond shaped eyes damp with tears as her throat to sore to scream out her frustration. Hurt beyond despair hunched with her head on her knees and arms wrapped like a blanket around her legs. Back stabbed some many times you’d mistaken her for a dart board or a war zone.

Smitten we are that our insecurities can be conversed and no judgement implied, she is the epitome of open mindedness and every time me and her get hit on by someone we play along and later share as if to say we still marketable. We both believe everything happens for a reason and not to force the season, but we also don’t start something we can’t see through since we stand by each other.

To bad she doesn’t know me nor of my existence, am I noticing things she doesn’t?, Or could it be a figment of my imagination? Am I close to it so bad or am I loosing it ? Well I better get the clay and mold her up for she’s just but more to me than this, I am single so disregard all of this plus the title differs from the whole piece.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Apr 2020

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GENERATIONAL FOOTSTEPS

Tip toe as to the reason of the sneaking by.
Bye bye is the wave am used to for the vessel that’s life will forever flow.
A beast to my own desire, judge me not.
Beauty oozing like honey droops from the hive.
My life’s a mystery, so adventurous why not document it.
Can’t seem to account for every last minute, yet my goals are netted.
Hating arguments yet debating it out like a Parliament.
At par all seems far as I gaze into the horizon I crave for that man meats poison.
In the midst of chaos, no ones got me like you do.
At all times moulded like art by this culture.
Never been a clans man, but man just listen to my plans.
My clarity is begotten by character, persona and humility let alone all this vanity.
Am at my end hanging from a cliff, but my spirits are high for I have tied a knot so as to hold on.
Gone is the safety net though life has tired another knot up top to help me step on my past and hold on to this new found hope.
A note is in the air am yet to find out whether am being pulled up or lowered down, for whichever way is safer is unknown to me.

Sir. George Githunguri

© 27 Dec 2016

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GYRE

How does one explain a butterfly to the sightless.

The depth of the colourful rainbow light cleared eloquent skies.

Pushing me with your actions and asking me to stay with your words.

You dont say you love me with your thoughts and hate me with your heart.

Always tapping on my shoulders just to stub my back .

Telling me you want to start while your the reason we falling apart.

I thought we had chemistry able to form a compound.

Like a hound dog my toungue sticks out, salaivating at my past.

Theres nothing left but loothe an pure disgust.

We used to mellow like ice scream under the sun.

Grinded are our spirits like fine powder.

Its clear that our flame everywhere seemed to burn.

Now all thats left of the flame is but a smoky fog.

As insignifcant as a whisper in the windy storm.

Sir. George Githunguri

© July 2015

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YOU JUST WAIT

A day will come when am going to make an onion cry
I’ll stand tall and chop it silly, watch it tear up as I smile.

A day will come when I’ll give the mosquitoes restless nights
I’ll buzz on them and give them no peace, suck them dry and leave them with itchy pimples

A day will come when hardships will face each other, fall face down to rock bottom
They’ll face the music and feel how it truly feels to be in between a rock and a hard place.

A day will come when I’ll piss off the flu by giving it one hell of a migraine
It will require more than 500mg of painkillers and flu gone just to keep a straight face.

A day will come when I’ll bite back a bedbug and tease it by asking if it slept tight
Piss on it and leave it smelling like an unwashed pig stay

One day I’ll shit on a bird as it’s chilling and minding it’s own business
I’ll make sure it looks at me and curses my name.

One day I’ll scare the scythe off the grim reapers firm grip
Make him wet his cloak (unsure if he wears pants)

One day I’ll bite a dog, send it to the emergency room for a rabies shot
See if it’s true whether I’ll make news.

One day I’ll knock before opening the refrigerator
Patiently await an answer and leave a message if unanswered.

One day I’ll trip the floor
Watch it plummet to the ground without breaking it’s fall

One day I’ll have the sofa sit on me and the bed sleep on me
Give them both a rest for a day

One day I’ll drain the swamp just to find the ugliest toad/frog
Kiss it and see if it transforms to a beautiful princess as far as the fairy tales goes.

One day I’ll stare at a goat with suspicion, have it wonder what it did and if we know each other

One day I’ll hire a  hit-woman to hit on a man and take him out (pun intended)
Call it a reverse wing man for a change.

One-day I’ll sneak in and like a stealthy ninja scare the boots of my own fears
Get to see if they hold it together or not

One day I’ll start feeding the hand that feeds me
Will never stop and will always sacrifice for it without ever biting it.

One day I’ll slide in my own DM

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2020

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FIERY PATIENCE

Breathe
Calm down
Cool your heals
Let it all out
Take a large chill pill.

Infuriated
Erruptive thoughts
Steaming with anger
Dark filled emotional outbursts
A sudden urge to punch someone.

Feelings
Blood rush
Stuck on high
Low on self esteem
A depressed yet optimistic soul.

Warm than usual but cold
Old soul am told
Sleek in movement
Cuddled embrace
Murmur.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Apr 2020

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THEY SAY (iv)

We choose not this world, it chose us instead
Doesn’t mean you should be reckless and feel entitled
Life was in motion before our commotion of existence
We should change as a people or doom ourselves
The sweatness of tears is best felt when we cannot find words to express joy
A bitter smile has a betrayal smirk lurking on the side of the lip
Sheer anger and misery renders one in shreds if control ain’t self
A winner is everyone of us given that we are the sperm that made it
We all have an opinion, the choice is whether to air it out or keep it to yourself
A warrior of modern day times requires Information and smarts to conquer anything thrown their way.
Least you expect a sacrifice to be made for you yet you never reciprocate
Age isn’t always accompanied by wisdom, sometimes it comes alone open your eyes and see it yourselves.
A stubborn soul is not always a disturbed one, though an overthinker
Wonder why people’s behavior changes when it nears their birthdays and some don’t treat others as per their demands
We lift weights to broaden our bodies, but are burdened by our own insecurities which we don’t let go
Refuse to open up to new things which in turn limits our knowledge

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2020

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FOR KEEPS

Here stands a monument of hope.
 

May bliss and solace be a beacon of whosoever sets foot on this grounds.
 

Free spirited and open mindedness be a stepping stone, towards the positivity that is in their soul.

Forever shall the guiding angels stand guard by your side, and surely shall faith and hope never leave you.
  

The path than shines bright may it never dim, for the oath to enlighten may we all partake in.
 

Glory glory will the songs blazing the air, as we rejoice in the good that was once and always be with us.

Salute to you my loved one ,  as you take your rightful place in the kingdom.
 

Let not the wailing cries  and flowing tears submerge us, for we are celebrating your life with us.
 

A keep sake of you in terms of the memory we so hold dear.

Fare thee well to the departed and watch over us always.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2017

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AND SO IT GOES

That I am holding a deep red rose
In a tear filled mourning room
The sweeping winds of pain blows
And tears fall upon the bloom
A twinge of unease overcoming my limbs.
Nothing to hold on to, yet weakness creeps in like the Grim ripper.
Savage is the act that lay down under as I am yet to let go.
A good word here, a sad face there, but the question being the end of the journey where?
Mourn not for the purpose set for him/her is fulfilled the preacher says.
And so he/she was begotten and soon hope not yet to be forgotten.
Solace may you find you fragile hearted one and bliss be upon those you left behind.
Soldier on my dear and watch over us as we face this fear.
You might be fallen but we rise on your behalf, matching on and igniting the fire you left ablaze.
A whisper so strong the echo fills my body, oh why you I ask?
Hollow is the depth 6 foot under, the casket waves good bye as it travels South.
Time to sand you over oh sweet one, My rose will rise to form a flower bed for you.
Its gross how mucus and tears mix up to show you, of how we felt and melt in sorrow.
Adios my brother, goodbye my sister Aloha and rejoice for you journey to a special place.
Until We Reunite

Sir. George Githunguri

© Nov 2017

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Quote 183

Goals:- what you can do, what you
cannot learn how to.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Apr 2020