Linus Kithinji Njeru

Like a mother mine was delighted she gave birth
It feels as great as we felt coming to live on earth
Great as we thought it was when joining school
Highly respectable as we perceived our graduation
...

Happy and glad all to this lovely lady that nature brought,
a gift from wherever the distance, that I will always cherish, one that my heart yearns for, one that the future fully feels complete and continually brighten at her thought.

Leticia, my darling, is like a puff of wind,
...

We barely bonded for nine months
A time of peace and ease and simplicity,
We did not move, did not see the vicinity
The period of calm sharing with the worms
...

I shall find sometime to read
to establish the link or bond
to breath in the scent of your art
and the theme in my heart
...

Who said one cannot love more than one?
For I once did and still love these two
A formidable bond exists between the three
Love, true love for the girl and her mom
...

My mind and my soul,
Arise to this ordeal
The past in us rekindle,
The future to set a step,
...

A newly found acquaintance and flourishing soul,
Illuminated my dull moments lighting my murky mood,
Invited for the swim into my fenced sacred pool,
Meeting of our eyes as the water oozes down our veins
...

When we touch you early morning and we never forget,
Always touching you and you never touch us back!
Like a finger dipped into honey vessel and licked,
A little touch keeps us yearning and missing
...

The zzzziiiing ziiing thundered past the old hermit house
Of the bees hurrying away towards the tops of the mountains
To what everyone considered a race to the honey palace
...

I heard the voice from a distance,
Like a mistress in distress
She was calling out to anyone
She was begging for acceptance.
...

You are the reason I write because you mean a lot.
You are the theme of my cast for you make my word,
you always are in my heart your thought is my world.
You make my night wet for streams of dreams so hot.
...

The great and the little,
The brave and the cowards,
The lords and the slaves,
All should be gentle,
...

TOIL NOT WAGED
In the minuscule hours of the mornings awoken by prosperity passion
The toil in quest of better days promised after the unkind mornings,
I saw myself; my future family freely faming in superfluity
...

What comment should I give?
When will the world give its view?
About the conception born by our sisters
Or the harshness and softness our moms bare
...

The laundry meets me at the door and the bedding still on the floor,
stench running from our kitchen greets us by the gate.
I want to use the restroom but my call has to wait as she sit in that bowl.
Chatting? no; flirting with my best male friends?
...

Entirety was predicted, all recorded, was recited but none understood
For it was written in codes, and the writer did not leave a hint to decode
The decoder deeply hidden inside people's hearts?
Deep in traditions and customs? people's beliefs and thoughts?
...

These signs were engraved and recorded in the scrolls.
Yet we wait for the scroll to be read for us and we are "mislead".
The governments makes laws to govern how we pray
since the owners of the synagogues use the sweat to enrich themselves
...

Everything was written and recorded of the times we live.
A generation that extricates all marks of the probable threats and opportunities; but fails to decode the signs of the return of their Master.
No clue of the stinging bird that was fashioned by man and became a belief.
The bird that subjugates the dry areas since the prophetic times and which became enemies with the son.
...

These were from a song
love to hurt like thong
for that flirt this i sing
why love n bees sting
...

Above love you dispaired
under love you cared
over love you suffered
on love you shuddered
...