Linus Kithinji Njeru
Biography of Linus Kithinji Njeru
Linus Kithinji Njeru Poems
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
My First Time
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
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,
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.
My mind and my soul, Arise to this ordeal The past in us rekindle, The future to set a step,
The Abandoned Nectar
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 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
This relationship between the three of us chum is new, I have been thinking and I am willing to continue.... I just realized I came to love you more as well, , , In a love triangle we agreed to dwell.
Smart Tad Touch
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
These were from a song love to hurt like thong for that flirt this i sing why love n bees sting
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 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
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?
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 bow. Chatting? no; flirting with my best male friends? This reminds me the creation of these tribulations, my ramifications!
I heard the voice from a distance,
Like a mistress in distress
She was calling out to anyone
She was begging for acceptance.
Any one feeling simple accept prudence
Understanding being bestowed on fools
Be right any one unjust and perverse
The crooked void of knowledge entrance