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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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Quote 191

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

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Insight 107

Every person goes through shit 
all you got to do is come out
clean #To understand others you
must first understand yourself

If your investement is based on what
you eat then the outcome is what
you s***.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2013

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ABHORED

Lacking in terms of leadership, just bad mouthing each other as they mislead we the sheep.


Old money running the nation as new money dress to impress, while no money lack the notion for more money is spent to fix the pieces.


Light camera action is what my people are feed on once taxed, yet calling for mass action when none goes their way ..answer not the call.


Clinging on to power like a rebel to his weapon.


Catapulted upwards are we the commoners, only to be smashed down and paraded to the media for a stitch or two.


colossal is the acts of neocolonialism has become our norm, naive souls we are or are we?

Killing the messenger and setting ablaze the unread message.


Calm down and wait , don’t fall for that!! Knowing well that we are the bait.

A downsized nation who can even afford to stand upright anymore?

Sir. George Githunguri

© Oct 2017

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Family is key;- a safety net 
opening us to a world of self
acceptance,as for the lock thats
the choice made on who is family
to you.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Aug 2019

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We think others have it easy yet
we've just been part of their
destination and not their journey.

Sir. George Githunguri

© July 2020

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DECAPITATED EMOTIONS

Sir. George Githunguri

© April 2010

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THEY SAY (iii)

To love is to be loved, but that doesn’t necessarily equate to the sum total
To care is to loose and to be always disappointed, since the hurt never ceases
A day without laughter is wasted and truly hasted
Truth be told it is what it is
Home is where the heart is
The hurt is recognizing that the sentence is incomplete
For home is where the heart is at peace
Least we know what we can bring to the table best not judge what’s tabled
A picture is worth a thousand words they say, but how many do we delete before filtering the one we’ve posted?
A trailer tells you alot about what’s to come, but does the actual film live up to it?
A broken person with a great smile can go miles, as to the reason one born with a silver spoon will cry over something minial since it’s a milestone to them.
Hate is begot by greed and jelousy nurtured by lack of self acceptance.

Sir. George Githunguri

© July 2020

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Pun 106

If dating is a baggage just carry on. 

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jan 2012

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Quote 166

It's not the size of the house that
matters, but the heart that transforms
it into a hospitable home that counts.
You can have a huge house but with no
room to fill your emptiness, but a
sizeable home with enough space for
life to thrive.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Mar 2017

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THEY SAY (ii)

When the going gets tough the tough gets going.
Hence they confuse themselves knowingly, growing mad over this and that.
Old is gold their say, but isn’t gold also old per say .
The chicken or the egg is the which came first question of the day.
While do we eat to live or live to eat is a question of a life time.
Its a world where you find parents trying to buy their children’s affection.
Awarding them game console to console them. Later you find them with a shrink having shrimp at a counseling session.
For change is what they term this as, of which you don’t fight but embrace.
A thick person is the talk of town, while a skinny person does not also get the crown, grounded jokes for the short and above the height of sea level for the tall. So lets call the world a bunch of clowns for being judgmental whether black, white or brown.
You cant please everyone “they say” all you have is to please yourself.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2013

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Quote 194

Never dilute your families experience
at home by sweetening a guests visits
just to earn a stranger's praise and
toughen through your families loathe.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Apr 2016

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Quote 190

We build fantasies that cloud our
vision leaving realities clarity
blinded on us.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jun 2020

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Entwined

Hair like the unicorns mane.

Lets stick on it I mean this lane.

Dashing smile cuter than a koala bear.

For sure without you i can’t bare.

Your skin radiates a finer glow than a fire fly.

Softening my lips wet from being cracked and dry.

It melows me out when we whisper sweet nothings to each other.

It kills me when I have this unbareable unamed pain.

I try had to maintain this so called strain.

A certain glow that tones my skin to a saturated hue.

One might mistake it for being patched up with glue.

A day will come that they’ll tell a tale of us.

I know ill never bail that why i pray to avoid being a prey.

For sure ave done you wrong , my apologies are in order.

Perfection aint my thing , but its sure a learning process.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Dec 2014

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I Stand With The KDF

One day I will die and leave this earth.
Today I try to forge a new path.
That day someone will cry and all will be but a memory.
Although soon to be forgotten I urge you not to worry.
Gone too soon, set in stone will my grave stone read.
Still will I lay, as my flesh feasted on while it decays.
My bones shall lay chilled as the only remains, dust to dust it is said.
The soul that is now me will forever rejoice.

But today I the son of man lives.
Am I luckier than our departed brothers and sisters.
Am I making the best of what I have or whining over missed opportunities?

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jan 2016

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Quote 173

If you happen to die twice, then know
you wasted a second chance to turn a
new leaf but revived your old ways.

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jan 2019

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THEY SAY (i)

Theres no love but true love.
Theres no option but to have.
People desire whats not theirs.
We leave curiously and thats our tendecy.
Ogling like an owl , whistling more than the snowy winds.
Is it greed that defines us as a person or is it human nature.
Culture and religion an impact so strong to those who believe.
The art of life is unexplainable a priceless gift from mother nature.
Lets not call it a masterpiece for the rich believe everyone/everything has its price.
The tides and winds seems to fall and rise, but never grow tired and weary.
For many have tried and failed, but failuire is a lesson.
Many might have witnessed the apple fall but only newton asked why?
A one in a billion chance you are awarded just ask yourself what makes you so special.
Lifes a journey “they say” but wheres the destination I ask?

Sir. George Githunguri

© Jul 2013