I love the rain.

Those little clouds went out,
Those little clouds went out last night,
Those naughty clouds made fools,
Those naughty clouds made fools of selves,

When you and I rose,
When you and I from bed rose,
The grassy lawns and soils were wet,
The grassy lawns and soils were soiled and wet,

And when to bed they went,
And when to bed they went to sleep,
They went,
They went to sleep.
Those naughty clouds couldn’t sleep,
Those naughty clouds couldn’t sleep at all,
Couldn’t sleep,
Couldn’t sleep at all.

Their bladders full they had to,
Their bladders full they had to go,
They had to,
They had to go.
They wet themselves,
They wet themselves and soiled they clothes,
Wet themselves,
Wet themselves and soiled their clothes.

When you and I rose,
When you and I from bed rose,
We rose,
We from bed rose,
The grassy lawns and soils were wet,
The grassy lawns and soils were soiled and wet,
They were wet,
They were soiled and wet.


Like Children

We’re not children anymore,

Though I wish we were.

We’re not innocent as we were.

We have become a fraud.

We lie and give fake smiles.

Say things we don’t really mean.

We fool around and mess up hearts.

Because we’re selfish.

Too lazy to care.

Let’s be children for a while,

If for once we’ll tell the truth,

Talk our hearts out,

Say things as they are,

Let’s forgive because we love,

And show up as we really are,

Yes let’s show our faces,

Our real imperfect faces.

We can put down our masks,

And the fake names that we’ve taken.


Back To This Spot.


I’ve been running,
I’ve been running fast.
Since I saw you,
Since I saw you off.
It’s been breezy,
Such a breezy run.
Why did you stop?
Why did you stop me now?

You just did it,
You just did it again,
Poking at my scars,
Picking at my flaky scars.
What do you want?
What do you want from me?
You should just say it,
You should speak out now.
Clock arms are clicking,
Clock arms click away.

I’ve been running,
I’ve been running away,
But you’ve made me stop,
I’m back to this spot.
What are you holding?
What are you holding back?
It’s costing me time,
It’s costing me run off time.
While I want to be free,
Don’t take my free away.

Sixteen <3

You said:

“It’s been sixteen since I last saw you,

Sixteen since I set my eyes on yours.”

Yet for every hour you counted,

Keeping track as time slipped away,

For every hour you texted in,

Or called in,

Or popped up in dreams,

For every one you were here,

In mind, at heart,

In soul, in roaming thoughts,

Because when you love,

It touches me,

Yours has hands,

That touch not my bosom,

But reach to heart bottom,

And I feel better,

Better than better,

Really I’m okay.


I’m fond of you,

In fact I think you’re fondness,

Because in you I find my crave.


Once I did say,

That my kind of love,

Was a choice,

I promised never,

To settle for lesser,

And look!

I found such a one,

Rather such a one did-

Find my dusty soul,

With cotton white wipe it,

And I feel prettier now,

Everyday he calls me queen,

And compliments my kicks,

It makes my heart kick,

As it reaps for joy.




I knew from the very start
You were an arrow different from the quiver
The tip a deadly sharpened point
So that no one ever came close
I sat and watched in silence
As the world passed me by
When I stared into your eyes
And found you staring right back
I wondered just how far I’d fall
If I ever tried to fly to you
From the first words you ever said to me
I was already craving for more
I watched you with such interest
And made myself a bow
We had our own infinity
In a crammed space of time
Apart we had both been useless
But we finally knew why
You needed someone to pull you
If you ever wanted to fly
So I aimed with precision
And you flew right from the start
Until you landed with a loud thud
On the target of my heart
I hope you like the choice you made
Because I know I like mine
I don’t know how to hide the ocean underneath my skin
No one ever told me in love you drown
Because you don’t bore me with “I love you” a lot
You excite me with “Don’t worry
I’m always going to be here for you”

By Ken Mrima

Find a Good Life.

Spend time with Happiness,
Sit and share with Kindness,
Sometimes take a walk with Joy,
And go on a date with Love,
Play a game with Laughter,
Then sing a song with Truth,
And you will see Honesty right there,
Let your every stop be Love,
Your every move be Peace,
Your secret spice Forbearance,
And you will find a good life.

You Didn’t, You Should’ve!

Innocent love is beautiful,
The smiling and kindness,
How easy it is to forgive,
With patience at its peak,
You do not even have to try,
You are always nice at first,
And you do not get to worry about yourself,
For you become selfless for a while.

But what do you do?
When you let in someone you should not have?
When you give them a free ticket to your life,
So now since they have it already,
You stand there with your hands tied,
And watch them hover around,
Asking questions about you,
Fetching information from you,
More easily than you imagined.

How do you tell them?
That there is something they do not know,
Something they have been missing all along,
A detail that could keep them off.
How do you tell them,
That they can only come so far,
That they have to leave before he is back,
That this heart has already been taken?

You see them smile white and bright,
Will you throw a shade of dark truth?
Will you hide the moon on a dark night?
Will you quench the wick before it glows?
What do you do?

When you should have stopped them, you did not.
When you could have told them, you did not.
When you had time to paint your life in its entirety, you did not.
Now you have to live with it,
The heavy blur of confusion,
For when you could clear out the air, you did not.

🌌This Frail Body.🌌

This frail body wants,
This frail body wants something,
To pick a gift before it’s given,
Unwrap it before it’s time.

This sick body rests,
This sick body rests never,
Even when you think it’s rested,
In restlessness picks its want.

This needy body calls,
This needy body calls out,
When dry it calls for rain,
And while it rains will motion sun,
Till it gets a piece of each,
But never has enough.

This quiet body rages,
This quiet body rages inside,
With outer disposition of calm waters,
But turbulent seas inside.

This frail body troubles,
This frail body troubles me,
Going ahead of me too fast,
Taking forbidden fruit,

And when my eyes are open,
Shame and guilt again.


Gone Bird.

Once I had a little bird,
A lovely beautiful bird,
That sang me such lovely song,
So sweet it healed my wounded heart,
With time my ears would tire,
Of music from my parrot,
So I sent her away, “off you go!”
“Away with you, Chicoreco!”,
But every time she’d come back,
To sing me all over again,
For this was all she could do for me,
One cold Saturday evening,
I sent her away again,
My ears had had enough,
And She, a timid thing, obliged,
She left but never came back,
Everyday I leave my window open,
Hoping that she’ll come home,
My heart longs to be healed,
Deep within I crave for her song.

Mother Hen and The Crooked Cock.

Birds of the feather flock,
Birds of one father may not,
The chicken in our coop:
Mother hen sat on twelve eggs,
Eight hatched,
Others stale.
Daily she walks the chicks,
Spots grain,
Selectively feeding them,
Warms them,
She has devotion,
Chicks and hen connected-
Conducting heat,
Sheltered under bulging wings,
Under the shadow dwelling secure.

All this while,
The cock roams freely,
A bird in display,
Majestic in stature,
Strongest of them all,
He sends alarm.
The loose rooster wanders,
He spins around for copulations,
While hens their eggs daily lay,
He fends off the best grains,
Outcompeting weakling chicklings.

See how mother hen persists,
For she must raise her offspring,
And while the rooster crows all day,
He knows not what grain they eat,
And though he’s blessed with longer wings,
He spends his warmth alone,
Every chilly day and every dark cold night.
The rooster grooms,
The crooked cock is gloom.


Ego Burst.


There is something about feeling wanted,
That gives you powers of sorts,
To juggle around with hearts,
Your esteem peaks and you have control,
For once you forget the downside of up-
How it felt once upon a time,
When you were unpopular, a reject.

It is a priceless feeling, exciting even,
Like the world needs your approval to go round,
Like they should now add your name to the anthem,
Because you would sound great in the chorus,
Your value for self quickly appreciates,
You become a highly demanded commodity,
And begin to downplay others.

After a while your market may feel disappointed,
That you’ve become a spoilt commodity,
So some will leave for better quality substitute brands,
Beacuse clearly, you do not measure up.
Yes you may be full of yourself,
But you would be better scaling up, so style up!
Some customers may remain clueless,
But only for so long,
Because the stench of your spoil cannot be hidden anymore,
You will try to polish your surface,
Hoping that no one notices your stench,
But this fact will not last.

I have had a bad feeling about this feeling,
This feeling of you feeling wanted,
That bloats you up then sends you flying,
Till a blade of grass bursts your balloon,
Till you wake up from your somber dream,
And decide to sober up.
But I am afraid that you will have ran out of time,
If you keep waiting for your ego to be pricked,
Sometimes being regular and present like a pillow,
Is perfect condition for you to be wanted,
It’s about being present even when it’s dark and cold.


This is not a bad person – Just Drained

The eerie silence feels painful to my ears. I am lying awake on my bed, exhausted but restless. I can feel the transformation in my bones. The tag of war has become vicious and the zombie within is winning.
I wake up early every morning and drag myself to the same routine. Before my eyes are fully open, it’s dark again. The daily spice no longer tastes good to my tongue.
Madam comes in at work and starts issuing commands.
“Do this and drop the attitude,” she says.
Clients come in and roll their eyes at me. Mine are heavy and I cannot lift them high enough to roll back. I want to thank them and ask them to come again, but my throat feels patchy. So I manage to mumble a dry cough. The client sneers and walks away.

I want someone to appreciate me for once,
See the work that I am doing as enough,
I want to lie on the couch tomorrow,
And binge on my favorite show,

And when my left side is sour,
I want to turn to the other one like a door,
Unless the whole village lights on fire,
Let no one move me even if it’s dire.

I want to have peace of mind,
To have no one else nag,
I know I’m not the 19 year old girl working overseas,
Or the neighbor’s son who became a doctor.

So let me sleep in peace,
When I get up I’ll write a story,
Maybe pick up a book and savor it slowly

Try this and trust,
Tomorrow I’ll have nowhere to hide my smile,
My eyes shall glitter at your arrival,
You shall call out and I shall indeed be glad to come.

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