You Did This
You stripped me of all my dignity, With your dark nefarious self,
Budding Poets
Where Words Find Their Wings
The Sad Soul
...The sad soul... They never saw good in him,
The Firstborn.
Brought up in the slopes of Central Kenya, Blended between Luhya and Kikuyu she is,
For My Mama.
Afraid of life but looking for love, Am glad God sent you from above,
In The Woods.
The beautiful songs of birds, With cool waves fresh from the woods,
Dead Or Not
Staring at him in the coffin, I feel myself shudder,
Rosed Thorn
Me and you don't have a beautiful story, Not even one,
Good Morning.
I saw you wake up, With your face wrinkled,
I Wish I Wish
I wish i could make her stay. I wish my mind could memorise all her words.
Happy Birthday
Its your birthday today, A special day you say,
Five Minutes
Excuse me beautiful Is that heart full?
The Stour Tree
Comfy is the shadow, Of a stour tree you are.