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Man down... By mwas munyala

Man down… By mwas munyala

Dark gray cardiganHalf thigh longA littleMisbuttoned. Sharp pointed,9 tall heels& a brown clutch bagShe was shortshoulders lowSmooth skinStretch marked thighsDimpled cheeksMore n moreMan downMan down….

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Moments... by mwas munyala

Moments… by mwas munyala

I held her hand Grined and pressed a little tighter “My name is mwas, & am a poet” I pressed a little harder She took a deep breath and smiled looked straight into my eyes & for a moment I was smitten Truth.. I was out of words She moved closer Wrapped her hands around me And rested her face on my chest …

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.... By mwas munyala

…. By mwas munyala

I tried to race against time Then I lost will For a while I battled beetween promises and emotions Love became Monday blues I dropped rank from kings To hearts From clubs I lost will So tonight Tonight I hold 3 A’s 2 for each feeling I’ve lost.. 1 to make my final call A wish to forget

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In silence... By mwas munyala

In silence… By mwas munyala

She held my hand, And lay on my chest, Squeezed my wrist a little tighter And sobbed… I could feel her listen to my heartbeat So I kept still I kept still so she feels more of us She feels the sound of war inside me Battles with angels of temptations How I feel about Alaine, see.. Her She’s just cute, nothing more.. Nothing much… So she feels how njeri skews my thoughts She’s cute n curvy too, nothing more

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Shy truths... By mwas munyala

Shy truths… By mwas munyala

A cup of latte And two shots of walker, For a moment let us be vulnerable Let’s drive our spirits up So our souls touch, Or make it a double Cappuccino For every shot of courage Let’s hang between truths and shy talks Between lose And small wins Between feelings and denials For I have looked many times Before into your eyes And through lust and hope I have drooled of your physique Most times I have told you That…

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Is a designers portfolio by Mwas munyala

Balded Dark skin Bearded White teeth With confident and deep voices Bold height Muscle stripes Comanding ground Is a designers portfolio Chocolate Smooth skin Smooth talk We’ll cupped Like Avocado We’ll endowed Tight waist Round hips And soothing eyes Is a designers portfolio A mix of this and a bit of that Some walk through aisles Others just move in Love stories Hurt tales Crazy ones too Then Young tweeps Happy faces Loud…

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Dream walk by Mwas munyala

I missed a pothole or two before I crossed to the other side of the street, Nairobi matatu craze is fascinating, Flaring outside and loud reggea music Keep memories of the city and its intrigues, The scent of Hustle and drizzle Engulfed in my mind, The loud talks, soft chants and laughter… It is 1800 hrs and the city is awakening.. The city awakens Yet in all this coupled with a long day of Hustle I still…

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She's fantasy

She’s fantasy

The site of her was enough to suggest that she was priced and desired, Her she’s of red wine and chocolates, Red lips and gift packs, She’s of soft music soul train, Talks less and smiles more, She tip toes, She’s of high heels and short dress A little loose clad most times, She’s of few friends, Walks less, Dark hotel corners and clubs less She’s well cupped, A little well curved She’s of deep eyes and…

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Boychild Struggles.. By Mwas munyala

I have less of what you hoped for, Less of what you wished, Less packs more words, I have waited so long to win but, But truly, I have lost hope, At least I wrote songs for you, I may not be the prize now but Soon I will be, I may not say much but true, I need us, I may not wish much but If you touched my heart, you’ll feel the rhythm of us, I may not look close to what you wished for but if you stopped…

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I can't boy-it no more

I can’t boy-it no more

A cup of latte And two shots of walker, For a moment let us be vulnerable Let’s drive our spirits up So our souls touch, Or make it a double Cappuccino For every shot of courage Let’s hang between truths and shy talks Between lose And small wins Between feelings and denials For I have looked many times Before into your eyes And through lust and hope I have drooled of your physique Most times I have told…

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Tell me.. By mwas munyala

Tell me, How did we meet, How come of all I saw none but you, Remind me, What did I say first, Or least of all how did I make you feel, For I’ve been wondering lately how I feel about you, Take me back, Take me steps before so I can rekindle this, So for I am man my lady, And before you came me so I have words to say how beautiful you are, See before us was God, He made us and graciously said, It is beautiful,

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I learnt to be... By mwas munyala

I learnt to be… By mwas munyala

There were times When luhya songs Wedding songs Whistled the nights I wonder what changed But i have memories Of times then… When the sun set different In mushitoi, Butere In western province Most times Yellowish red Or a bit of orange In both times It seemed closer yet less hot The village was slowly calming, All roads heading home And the chicken roosted Yes, the chicken… Small fires would start lighting up Spli…

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Truly I'm lost

Truly I’m lost

See…I Was the first to make her say “stop” My country people… There’s a first time for everything And this heaven i met Gladly twinkled In day and night Last night… there was music… Beats quite loud and every rhythm seemed to resonate with my feelings I was drowning Slowly sinking in her world in every move I made she occupied my thoughts By then i was a prisoner.. Locked and bound in bars tight Heartful…

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Silence... Mwas Munyala

Silence… Mwas Munyala

She used to love music Bongo most times In every bit her Playlist soothed Along road trips Long stays, Walks in the park and homestays We cruised through together Discovering one new beat after the other There are times the sun would rise, And together we drove through the yellow glow Of Mount Kirinyaga Sharing nature’s beauty and her glorious glow in it She was beautiful Her eyes were smooth And her teeth a…

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Wisdom... Mwas munyala

Wisdom… Mwas munyala

I learnt a thing or two from legends Story tellers Around fire places In cold cloudless nights … That favorites Had nicknames Of character and worth Friends, their names shortened Yet the rest, called my their fathers name… For their value was not worth the struggle … I learnt well from legends

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Love and thrills... By mwas munyala

Love and thrills… By mwas munyala

I been friends wihith angels before in such times…. I kissed the devil in secret I swithched moments and times in depth of night and in light too I thrilled in the pleasures of both of loving truth and stolen thrills of the hurt of patience and the rush of little moments I kissed the angel and wished for the devil too most times, I lost touch with angels taste I fell more to the devils bait, now I’ve lost…

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I've seen musicals...by mwas munyala

I’ve seen musicals…by mwas munyala

I’ve seen musicals beats and melodies laced with words such times I remember the beauty of poetry I wish I was a writer I’d write a musical… I want to dream dreams that start with a climax.. so last night, I tried … I made a musical, … I wrote my piece made some beats and rolled the drums, a solo musical the sounds matched … beats and voice, most times i felt alone most times my mind drifted to…

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