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*Dust unto Dust* I wish they could  Read behind his smile, So much held So much withhel' I wish I were dead Chanting and ranting In the forests Or yearning on the mountains Tops and peaks I'd choose to sleep Like monkeys And unto the Spirits I'd shout to Daddy. Why did you have to leave? Only then, I would realize It wasn't his choice To die Or be in paradise Just as it isn't my choice To live Or be in the morgue But surely A time will come, And dust shall Return to dust ©Demetrius White

  By Demetrius White I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A FOOL BEFORE. While I don’t really remember how stupid I must have been, I have to remember that when people saw me walk with my bestie, “a nice couple you make. Good luck guys”. Often, they looked at me sympathetically. Peculiarly, I never saw them look at her. Their scary eyes pierced me to my bowels and caused me a burning sensation that later, I realized was a haze of inflammation by a sudden heartburn right under the hot scorching sun. We used to spend forever together except for the late nights and early mornings. Then, I would either be jotting a little of poetry about this or that or watching the latest DJ Afro movies- I love his sense of humor and pride in the movies. Moreover he really has mastered the art of speech and subtle ways of enhancing the taste of his movies. Otherwise, I was reading a novel or online stories. And then there was THE BRITTED SOUL which took me to tears till I cry no more. Unlike my colleagues wh...

I know why I  was away for the wonder Sauntering down my way to wander Narrowing all my hopes to zero And raise my head to be the hero Because my heart was there Just by the first glance I couldn't contain my silence My heart and I are not at peace again Since I tried a heart to win Because my heart was there Like a cough, out my feelings came And I had to spill the point home Like a cough, she swallowed my spit And my soul said she's not for the pit Because my heart is there My catch and I; God and His throne Life flowing from the throne through the sunshine Bright and glowing as the morning star At core of the sun, the son got a scar Because my heart is there I eloped from my tasteless life With her all I had is enough To hold and to cover Till she can't say it's over Because my heart is there To my heart she's the apple I'll keep forever at the table She told me that if the sun went down She'll stay by me till it's da...

I longed to be your possession But you treated me with aggression I kept you - the best of my treasures I loved you; without measures My heart into pieces is torn The pieces are scattered down Then you walk back from away And I have yet another awful day I want to act out in my full wrath and anger But I won't expose my happiness to danger I'll wait to act with a heart full of love When another dream I have from Above Meanwhile I dwell in utter frustration As I live in the debris of admiration Do I complement you Or do I compliment you Which of these do I do best Answer me and let me rest When I do not make it with you at last I will forget that we ever shared a past © Demetrius White

I rather a cactus to a flower Though not so pretty,  It blooms to  Flowers  It withers quickly not,  But stays succulent long enough  Even in the desert I'll drop it not for any flower Just give it time, Ooh How beautiful your flower is! Ooh Just how fast it'll withers soon  I remember warning you The flower does stay fresh not in the rains Should the rains depart Or should the sun shine Can it survive the scorch of the sun? Love is blind So you said My cactus I dropped it not Not for any flower  Give time some time Even black hens lay White eggs Didn't you know that ? But love is blind, you insisted If love is blind,  Then why do you see the withered flower? If you loved it so deeply,  Why do you abandon it so quickly?  Like unto a caterpillar,  You despised my Cactus  Look at yourself now! Jealous of my flower The caterpillar you rejected Is the butterf...

On the green grassy land A couple of wells lay Two wells laying still in a Savannah, And sorry I could pick both not And be one A century I took to glare and behold them And scrutinized the first one as much as I could To check for bends and moth in the undergrowth; Then turned to the other, as just and as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because the way to it is grassy And wanted a first shave To draw the first of it's waters Though as for that the passing of time Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay No one had claimed any Oh, I left the unshaven for another day! Yet knowing that experience is the best teacher I doubted if I could ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two wells in the savanna, And I chose the one shaven, bend and with moth, And that made all this difference Coz it was the best water for my flower In the drought, it keeps moisture in the garde...

Behold your wife And I got back my life and my knee was weak and down i was to the next week I'll paint her name upon my brow! That it's known of her in my heart To the lands far and wide beyond Man's comprehension of the bond I announce without a trace of pressure Abby is the jewel I treasure Now and for ever more in pleasure, The name I admire without measure They are right, those who deem I am favored, to have of you a dream; Shall it come to pass or it'll pass away? Tell me I'm lucky to see that day. Not in a vision, or in none, Let us together be gone Now, we are friends it seem Heading from the dream to the dream. I may have caused an uproar But tormented by the fruition, Of angels and I at the shore we are a band, Singing and calling Abby to hold my hand My heart beating as soundly as the drum My soul dancing to the tunes of your hum Scattering our foes as the grains of sand- How painful it is for them? O Love! My chest at...

My heart caught the core of your countenance And if truth should be told You my idle man Let not your heart bleed more sweetheart Weep less oh man of my life Because I have come to pick the broken piece of your heart Sorry for the years I allowed the line between us thicken Now I'm here to bridge the distance and brighten your face I'm yearning for the mornings That I'll wake up to the charmness of your voice To feel the warmth of your embrace And your essential milky kiss 😜 I write this art to you Evoked from my empty heart Weeping for stimulating a painful cut, My conscience criticizing my acts I hope it gets to you That you are more than a friend Because what we share is a lot more That is to say; I love you ¶*          ¶*            ¶* I'm glad you're back My heart was broken into pieces Each to its direction I was left coerced to stager To no direction at all If I was to follow my heart, which ...

_I retired to bed last night_ _Thinking about you and me_ _And I knew that time was right_ _I had to tell you and let us be_ _Together in the life of love_ Then, _I wanted to kiss you_ _As much as you wanted to kiss me_ _You took your time While I was sleeping on your chest_ _Listening to your heartbeat,_ _Your hand caressing my face_ _I wanted to touch you_ _As much as you touched me_ _There and then I wanted to make you mine_ _While I was sleeping on your chest,_ _Listening to your heartbeat,_ _Your hand caressing my face_ _You held me close,_ _As you looked into my eyes,_ _Your lips descended on me_ _Warm, soft, kisses full of emotions_ _Like your soul was speaking to mine_ _I knew that you loved me_ _As much as I love and want you_ _And I asked you to be_ _And just before you could_ _I think say_ *Yes* _I woke up this morning_ _Now tell me today,_ _Can we blend together?_ _A quest for a lover_ _A queen who's better_ _Than a future brighter_...

My spirit on the lanes low In particular, with nowhere to go, To and fro, I can't explain That's what causes me pain. Things fall apart too fast. My heart respond not to haste My life is in a continuous spin. Struggling to force you out of in My pen keeps on crying. The inks running low My hands numb and dying Tired of the business of scribbling My soul staggering to make My body still from the constant shake. My entire life aches To death shall I make my way? Shall hades make my eternity gay? My mother says I go by knees. Only he who goes by knees sees. I will give it a chance Afterall who gave hasn't taken © Demetrius White ✍

In the morning I wake to do the mourning Of the dark, rusted and dusted love That has made my heart make a move To leave. Though I hate to live Without you, I surely have to leave You make me shiver in pain You let me save my brain You cause me much drain As I thought love would rain Showers of love within Our hearts at dawn Weeping has endured all night How I hope for the dawn-light To see the face of the knight In me. Did I do it right? The wayward weeping in the great Whips at my spirit's height? Your sunny smile of your glance The kiss of your words in my ears The cares of your gentle breathe Is the deep creed from yours Lost heart ¶*          ¶*            ¶* Hey dear Let me bring this burden finaly Let me pin down my piece of art to you Let me say I didn't want it this way But I've heard your lament I've heard your painful grief 😧 I'm sorry that I've been the cause The cause of your tears...

*Back to the Roots* My heart caught the core of your countenance And if truth should be told You my idle man Let not your heart bleed more sweetheart Weep less oh man of my life Because I have come to pick the broken piece of your heart Sorry for the years I allowed the line between us thicken Now I'm here to bridge the distance and brighten your face I'm yearning for the mornings That I'll wake up to the charmness of your voice To feel the warmth of your embrace And your essential milky kiss 😜 I write this art to you Evoked from my empty heart Weeping for stimulating a painful cut, My conscience criticizing my acts I hope it gets to you That you are more than a friend Because what we share is a lot more That is to say; I love you ¶*          ¶*            ¶* I'm glad you're back My heart was broken into pieces Each to its direction I was left coerced to stager To no direction at all If I was to fo...

Written by a MAN: The recent incidences of murder and violence against women is a clear indication of what kind of men the society is raising. We are raising insecure sissies and salmons with fickle emotional bones. We must teach our boys that it is OK not to be loved back, it is OK to be rejected, it is OK to be dumped....that it is OK for a woman to make personal decisions on her love life without being victimized. The things we are punishing women for are things men do everyday and no one has killed us. Men cheat everyday, men dump women everyday, men use women everyday, men reject women everyday......men commit all manner of emotional evils against women every other time and no one has been slaughtered. Men, we are expected to protect women not to harm them. Not every woman you want will want you back however much money you spend trying to buy her feelings and you must respect that. Na hii ushenzi ya ety ooh I spent my money on a woman ikome......were you robbed? A...

DON'T GUILD WHEN NOT READY! With the chirping of the bewitching bird Ko! Ko! Ko! The woodpecker went Its voice as caressing to the smiling heart Its knock enticing the grow-able bud It is the sound that precedes the dawn And the seed in Canaan starts the sprouting And the seedling begins the growing And the gardeners commence to mourn Weren't you pleased with the sweet guild? Now you aren't ready for the blessed commodity? Did you expect one to do the multiplicity? Yet to each other, you are glued. When the day dawns at dusk Life will patently use its chalk ©Wr. Demetrius White Berry.

YOU! ARE MY VALENTINE YOU! ARE MY VINE FROM THAT DAY WITH YOU WE DINE ON THAT TABLE OF BREAD AND WINE IT WAS A SURPRISE ORGANOGENESIS THAT WHICH WAS, IS YET AND IS TO HAPPEN. TO BE BOUND IN PEACE OUR HEARTS RHYTHM BEATING A OF ONE PIECE CAN ONE ALTER THE COURSE OF GOD? OR DO MEN FIGHT FOR WHAT IS UNGOOD? SURELY, BY NO MEANS, SHALL WE BE TROUBLED CERTAINLY, WELL HAVE GODS WAYS; REVEALED THE BRIGHT MORNING STAR OF MY HEART, THE LOVE ILL FOREVER REMOVE MY HAT THE LOVE ILL ETERNALLY KEEP SAFE FROM HURT THE LOVE I ALWAYS LONG FOR IN MY HEART THEN AT THE COOL OF THE DAY I WILL YOUR WORD OBEY AND WE SHALL DO THAT WHICH WE ENJOY AS THOUGH IT WERE OUR HOBBY WISH YOU MADE THAT DECISION THAT OUR LOVE MAY NOT BE AS LEMON THAT WE SHALL TAKE ONE DIRECTION AND SAFELY REACH OUR DESTINATION. Demetrius White

For the Big heart I now know why it never came I now see we are not at home Where love and life prevails Where care never fails Its all my fault Of my sins, I repent It was not my heart It was not my head It was not my soul It was not my spirit It was I who was faulty But now, to you, I confess Is it possible for a sinner to make known of his sins- Unless he really is changed? My heart swayed in pursuit of love I was still learning how to live and love But now, I feel like we share a lot I use your hearts Hotspot And I realized that I was wasting love All this time I'm now worn-out of love My desire has failed me - I'm horribly hurting myself I swear that I have changed.  I want you to watch me out My eyes now blurry My heart now blind But my love is not blind Coz my eyes are not yet curtained I pick myself from the ground I failed you I ask for a pardon from you I can't go on without you I need the best friendship from you Only if my sins are too b...

Welcome to Reality For you hear them say that this is Kenya Can't we leave Kenya alone and be Kenyans? This is Kenya, we know But we can let it alone, and we are Kenyans Welcome to the world of reality Where walking naked is maturity Because you mind your own business Because it's none of your business And then, your end will come Where humanity is converted to insanity And peace and tranquil to terrorism And you call yourself humane Welcome to the world of reality In the world of reality, People walk naked  And believe that they are covered,  Anyway. Here, you can kill your own kind go Scott free Because there is 'no insufficient' evidence Yet for killing his wife There were videos and a bloody knife Guess it right, this is the land of reality But the police are investigating who killed her The taxpayers' money seeking evidence already at hand That's the land of reality Yes! There is a difference Kenya is not h...

The Broken and The Hurt Walking in the pavements The whole body shakin' Eyes in undecided movements Like a chameleon The guilt of their choice Ashamed of their wisdom Their pants don't swell anymore Their pants don't wet anymore Their mouths don't propose Their tongues too heavy to hiss Guilty of their wisdom Ashamed of their choice Like a frog They only hug from the back At least then, it makes sense In its own nonsense The wisdom of their choice Ashamed of their guilt They the broken Don't know the ways For they love last But their love lives the least So, they keep the guilt of their shame, About the wisdom of their choice For the broken are broke of love And the breakers insist That they are civilized, Because they don't get hurt After any break Like fathers and nuns, They own the hearts of stone And a body of spirit To them, no lady belongs to no man And men chase whatever is visible To them, it is a nights stand That prevents them ...

LOVE TALK That I don't call you? You don't call me either! That I only text?  You don't text either!  That I often WhatsApp?  You are hardly online too!  You shout at me all the time  I comfortably take the blame  If love is making calls,  So is hate, bitter calls It is possible to talk  And not to communicate  So don't crush my love  Coz love is not phone calls If you love me, whether I call,  or I text, or I WhatsApp  You will certainly accept my proposal  Because I love you, I care  Because I care, I feel you  Because I feel you, I approach you  Because I approach you,  I'm ready to spend my forever with you  @Demetrius White