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TRIBUTE TO BOB MARLEY
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There is so much to learn from your legacy.
With a voice of man; you built empire on Mt Zion.
Music of your soul like prophesy reveled.
Songs of awe still stirring the bushes like a lion.
Only if we could capture them within our very souls.

If we could understand and take the visions.
And apply the glow within searching a little deeper.
In the soul beneath our skins for redemption.
Know what you stood for and shed that abroad.
With your wisdom logged over our palates for emancipation.

From recurrent grave your voice echoes with blossom.
Stirring it up, jamming as with iron like a lion in Zion.
We shed our gloved grief punched hearts to loom.
Spreading rhymes of liberation in likeness of your kindness.


May there lie within each one of us your soldier heart.
When this is used in teaching and touching others.
Then your great inspirations and dreams overflow.

BOB NESTA MARLEY
You still live in our hearts through your music.
Born Feb, 6th 1945 – Died May, 11th 1981.

May 10, 2008 | 4:48 AM Comments  1 comments

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FOREGONE DAY.
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On this day.
After impatient months of cradling years.
The sun busted through vaulted azure skies.
Refracting rays of warm hope inclusion.
On my envious face; splendid like the summer.
I spotted you among all else: walking briskly.
With flowing and steady stride: I gaped.

Our eyes meet and mine wouldn’t wander no more.
I trembled and fluttered from an incredible lure.
Like a dejavu or walking back from illus ional dreams.
The sensations pungent plumbing; I had to say hello.
Wanted to catch it and clutch it forever.
The dust turned gold as we patted ways.

If I was Immortelles; I would have flied with you.
Or climb into your mind to make it right and real.
I swim in ocean of visions; curiously wishing the incredible.
That which impels me to know I was not wrong.
For your eyes blazing an effulgent light in my world.
And your soft voice revel your glory and innocence.
Like an incessant song only heard in dreams.
I knew it was true; what I hold inside me.
Only I couldn’t make you see my pure intentions.

Inwardly grateful; my heart pray for patience.
Like a farmer waiting for a fruitful season.
I sworn to cultivate, mould and make it splendid.
My voice stutter; so I write in language of dreams.
Until rivers flows; I wait and I’m okay with that.
For my heart dance like Nairobi gone mad.



April 20, 2008 | 12:22 PM Comments  0 comments

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FROM KENYA WITH LOVE
Related to country: Kenya

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If they came today; faces would crumple with agony.
Unstaunched wounds of wars would open fresh.
With memories of pledges and battles of deliverance.
The freedom fighters who sworn patriotism.
Tears would drip from eyes round with amazement.
Brothers fighting one another; what of loyalty?
Had the land not been fought for with enough blood?
Shed by unknown warriors now in unmarked graves.

They hoisted the flag of freedom; A colorful banner.
Red as of gusto blood; shed by unsung heroes.
Green as the lush nature rugged cloak; our Lands.
Black as Jade; for united people blessed with a skin.
White as of the snow on Mt Kenya; for Peace and Love.

Now sad echoes grappling every corner leaves unknown pain.
Gnawing my entity; what happened to the togetherness.
Kenya the land of my birth, bleeds with violence sobs.
Dirty fat hands straddling people with injustice, no nice.
Letting people die for their egocentric missions.

I rise from unnamed grave; with muffled voice.
To be a voice of the voiceless; From Kenya with Love.
If you are with me, take your place besides me.
And rejoice with a perspicuous heart.
Kenya our motherland; Let no Man evil against a kin.
Live in brotherhood; let peace upon Kenya.

February 29, 2008 | 4:27 AM Comments  1 comments

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A POEM IN 10 LANGUAGES
About this event: Global Young Greens Congress
Related to country: Kenya

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February 16, 2008 | 9:20 AM Comments  0 comments

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THE ALTAR OF ART
Related to country: Kenya

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Thoughts from the dead silent night.
You cam at my window; poising like a model.
Your eyes scares; big and shining green light.
Flapping as a June bug; on the minds panels.
Me! A young lad, sit on a creaky chair as in flight.
In a self caged mind, with a bulb glaring lonely.
Amazed at your persistence quiver, to be let in.

I shout wishing you were gone to drain.
And fall back to my lazy illusions and dreams.
So agile you dance; like a sycophant on meadow.
Flossing magic colors as on an auditorium showdown.
I opened my heart; to bargain for your offer.
Flood in like a torch beam; taking over in stride.
A dawning realization; you talk jiggling like coppers.

Glinting like cellophane; in a rhythm of impeccable plight.
Then like a flickering candle on a windy desert.
You are gone as you came; into the ghostly night.
Left a web of encryption; ways of hidden treasures.
I sworn to sacrifice your image; on the altar of art.

Doodling like a scalloping eagle; poems of my visions.
Seeking refuge under breasts of they mighty kingdom.
Lost in a maze of dream land; trudging every four seasons.
When imaginations cluster with memories for wisdom.
Softly whispering; the voices of uncelebrated passion.
On the Altar of Poetry; I perish with own reasons.

January 11, 2008 | 2:51 AM Comments  0 comments

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