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in the spirit of change, ...
Posted: September 28, 2010, 9:47 pm by cerealinabox
in the spirit of change, CerealiNaBoX has now moved to
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They Came To See You
Posted: September 16, 2010, 12:05 am by cerealinabox
They came from near
They came from far
They came on foot
some by car
They came to see you my love
They bought dresses
And pressed their suits
They did ther make up
Straightened their hair
And non be prettier than you
they left their cows hungry
their land untilled
Nobody remembered to feed the chicken
Because they had to see you my dear
They came to see you in white
They came to see an angel
They came to see you wed
They came to see me say i love you
...copyright 2010...CerealiNaBoX -
Son of a Woman
Posted: September 12, 2010, 1:35 am by cerealinabox
Son of a woman
I have known you before you had teeth
Son of my agemate
I was there when you lost your foreskin
Son of my friend you are a man
A man of our famed tribe
A warrior of the feared clan
A man whose buttocks will one day sit in the elders circle
Why do you cry like a woman?
Why do you weep like a child with a grazed knee?
Why do you put on the face of a man laden with jiggers?
Is your head so heavy you have to hold it in your palm?
Son of a woman
Have you no shame?
Do you wish the ancestors gaze upon you?
Tell me this
Does the sun not rise after it sets?
Does the lizard not grow a tail after it looses one?
Does it not rain after the dry spell?
Then wake up my son
Beat the dust from your behind
Blow your nose clean
You are a man my son
A MAN whose bloodline is rich
Wake up my son
When your knees grow weak
And your back refuses to straighten
You will remember today
And your heart will be at peace
Wake up before the children see their father crying
...Copyright CerealiNaBoX 2010 -
You Will Never Walk Alone
Posted: September 7, 2010, 5:13 pm by cerealinabox
You Will Never Walk Alone is the Club Anthem for Liverpool FC of which am an adherent fan, but regardless, it is also a powerful song whose words move me every time...So forgetting your sport alleagences and donning the cap of a poetry lover, read these lyrics and see what I mean, When you walk through a storm,
hold your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm,
is the golden sky,
and the sweet silver song of the lark.
Walk on through the wind,
walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown,
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone,
you'll never walk alone.I had to add this...
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Let It Rain
Posted: September 6, 2010, 1:49 pm by cerealinabox
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I Can't Wait For Tomorrow (as 1st published on Wamathai.com)
Posted: September 6, 2010, 1:37 pm by cerealinabox
I Can’t wait for tomorrow,
For the sun to shine,
for dew and wet earth,
For me to come out of my barrow.
I can’t wait to wash my face
Stretch my legs,
Clean up my dusty place,
And fresh lillies in the glass vase.
I can’t wait to right new verse,
Read it and rehearse,
Rehearse it so good I could say it in reverse,
Reverse in it could I good so rehearse.
I can’t wait to start a new day,
With a new swag and a new sway,
With a big smile and a new face,
But for now I sleep,
I sleep happy because tomorrow, Tomorrow I Love again.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010
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Just Not With You
Posted: September 4, 2010, 12:24 pm by cerealinabox
She's thinking warm hugs from long hands,
Strong arms around her
& a broad chest against hers,
Just not yours
He is thinking soft lips
Mocha flesh
and curvy hips,
Just not yours
She's thinking of white dresses
diamond rings
And Little babies
Just not with you
He's thinking
yellow thighs
and sensual highs
Big beds and
Exotic weekends,
Too Bad,
None of them with you
....CerealiNaBoX copyright 2010 -
Proffesorri
Posted: September 3, 2010, 10:40 pm by cerealinabox
He rises as we enter and tries to close the
door,
Children, this is not the time to come in,
This place is out of bounds,
It is where brains abound,
Have etiquette,
Manners children,
Go..
We force ourselves in through the ajar door
into his office,
Professori because we respect you,
We do not want to smear your face on the
wall,
We do not wish to smash open your brains,
We do not want to distort your dental formula,
We come in peace...
He retreats, goes over the phone,
Security,
A terror attack is imminent,
Secretary,
Your work is shoddy,
Police Commissioner,
We need reinforcements,
Students,
Wait hear, you will pay your dues for
troubling administration...
We surge ahead in a single file, creeping ever
so gradually,
We hear our professori blowing his own
trumpet ta-ka-ta,
Professori, unrivalled in assuming airs,
Professori, builder of castles in the air that do
not crumble,
We are not here for any trouble...
He paces around his desk and pockets with his
left hand, his right hand holds a mug...
Watch out,
You will spill my coffee,the brew of a scholar
You will break my specs, the eyes of a
professor,
You will tear my files, the library of a savant,
you will knock down my swivel chair, the
buttocks of an intellectual...
We form a semi-circle in front of his desk
facing him and recite...
The Professori, winner of countless awards,
The professori, orator of sagacious words,
Insignia of wisdom,befit to sit in a kingdom,
We salute your bottomless enlightment,
we curtsy before your hallowed desk...
He unfastens his tie, he removes his court and
hangs it on the hanger on the wall, oh he
beams,
So I should have offered you seats,
The apolitical, you came here to entertain me,
Your poetry is a vase of lilies, your recitation a
symphony of sonnets,
Sit children, i will order the secretary to brew
us instant coffee, to seal this instant
friendship...
We sit across him,madam secretary pours the
coffee into our cups, the security men arrive,
the reinforcement is led by the Police
Commissioner-he is ruffled, we drink from our
cups in unison,
Professori,this is a statement of our mission
Stop acting like a douche Professori,
Stop, and listen to voices of reason,
Stop calling students voices as treason,
stop sending student leaders to prison,
He rises in fury and bangs the table, the
security men stand behind our backs, Police
Commissioner and his reinforcements wonder
in amazement,
Why has the second stanza gone overboard,
Who taught you that style of poetry?
Thou shall never praise your professor in
innuendos, praise him in clarity,
An ode should only have praises,
Do you know what damage you have caused
before my distinguished guest?
Security, confine them...
They come for us but we resist, we look at
Professori squarely in the face, the Police
commissioner is amused his reinforcement
bemused,
Professori of law,
Inform the accused of the reasons for arrest,
Professori of law,
You are the accused,
Professori of law,
You have the right to remain silent,
The Police Commissioner has a duty to arrest
you,
Thou shall never call the police on flimsy
grounds,
Like to come and watch a concert of your
students performing for you,
Your conceited ego Professori has led you to
destruction,
We dare the police to arrest us...
The Police Commissioner squints, the security
men are baffled, the professori is pacing-he
does not have reasons for our arrest,
Go children, your grievances will be heard,
It was a misunderstanding,
The Police Commissioner ony came for a
courtsey call,
Go well, come again...
We rise, the security men hiss at us as we go,
the Police Commissioner prepares a backlash,
Professori's ego has been crashed. Our
mission is over.
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My Sugar Daddys Box
Posted: September 2, 2010, 12:17 am by cerealinabox
I hate the gap between your teeth, And seethe at the huge tummy you slap while you speak, I hate a whole lot of things, But I hate most, That you can't see, See that am pretending to fit in your box.
I love that you buy me new heels and Clothes, I love the impromptu trips abroad, Love the sound of coins clinking in my new purse, And the large wad of notes in a neat row, Maybe again I love that you can't see Am pretending to fit in your box.
I don't come from money boss, If I didn't do this I would rot, Become some useless little twat, Typing letters and handling someone's calls, I definitely prefer this option, Pretending that I do fit your box.
You're not funny and still I laugh at your Jokes, You're not fun and I still hang out with you A lot, If this means I don't have to hold down a Job, Then babe please, I will always prefer pretending to fit into your box
All copyrights to Wacu Mureithi
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I Can't Wait For Tomorrow
Posted: August 30, 2010, 2:31 pm by cerealinabox
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Why I Write
Posted: August 15, 2010, 7:23 pm by cerealinabox
I write poems coz I do
I write coz I must
I write coz if I don't,
little voices in my head won't let me sleep
I write coz my wrist would atrophy if I do not
my mind would rot, leaving me a useless cabbage
I write coz when i wake up in the morning
My heart is beating
My eyes can see
And my feet can stretch
Therefore i must
write
(in a Matatu from Thika at 3pm)
......CerealiNaBoX copyright 2010 -
I Wish You Could Hear the Music like I do
Posted: August 9, 2010, 2:52 pm by cerealinabox
I wish you could hear the music like I doListen to the music like I doFeel the rhythm like I doBe the rhythm like I am
I wish you would listen to the drumIts throbbing pulsesThe deep and low bass lineThe quick and rhythmic snare and hat
I wish you would listen to their storyA perfect harmonyDifferent sounds that coexist in orderInstead of just gyrating your hips
I wish you could hear the lead guitarFeel its pain as it twangs to his fingersI wish you could see how happy it wasTo be the channel of his heart
I wish you could appreciate the pianoClosing your eyes and imagining the pianistLong blurry fingers hopping from key to keyLooking for the perfect cord
I wish you could hear the music like I doListen to the words of the song like I do The syllables, the steps, All 16barsListen to not only what he says, But how he says it
I wish you could hear the music like I doGet the auditory orgasm it gives me And I could teach youBut you neither like meNor my hip-hop.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010
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I wish you Diahrrea
Posted: August 1, 2010, 3:07 am by cerealinabox
I wish you and your children diarrhea,
Painful, watery diarrhea,
May your legs not be fast enough to get you to the toilet,
May you find no tissue in the toilet,
May the flush handle break off,
And the lock jam, leaving you trapped in your muck!!
may all I have said, come true,
You rectum of a cow splashing water on me,
with your Isuzu D-Max.
yours
A poor pedestrian
CerealiNaBoX...copyright 2010 -
Gone
Posted: July 30, 2010, 2:46 am by cerealinabox
Gone are the smiles
Hugs
Chides
Chatter
And banter
What we became was a disasterGone are the calls
Walks
Strolls
Talks
And wall posts
Nobody to laugh at my stale jokesGone you are, and I with you.
CerealiNaBoX....Copyright 2010
July 29th, 2010 in my bed 11pm
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A small Marble
Posted: July 28, 2010, 5:56 pm by cerealinabox
I have this marble in my handsIt’s small and tiny Shapely but formless.
I have this marble in my handsIt’s rough and shinygleaming on its bruises
I have this tiny marble in my hands,It was part of a statue,A majestic work of art
I have this tiny marble in my handsIt is all I have leftA beautiful chip of something wonderful I had
I have this tiny marble in my handI want to hold on to it forever…
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010
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To Discern
Posted: July 15, 2010, 3:21 pm by cerealinabox
To discern
hearing from listening
touching from feeling
knowing from understanding
wanting from needing
to discern what is worth and what is not.
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Thats What it feels Like
Posted: June 24, 2010, 1:46 pm by cerealinabox
it's like you are an egg,
someone cracks you open and pours out ur insides on a hot pan,
it's like being an ant,
then a boot lands ontop of you, harder and harder till your midriff explodes,
it's like being 2months old,
your tummy hurts like hell and all you can do is cry and pray someone knows why you are,
it feels like you are dying of thirst,
you feel your body drying out like a sponge being wrung,
it feels like you are Thika road,
a dusty bumpy piece of road with only the promise of a better future,
it feels like you just broke you to pieces,
starting off a chain reaction where each piece breaks further an further till you are nothing but dust.
dust that has no form,
that has no choice but to blow with the wind,
scattered to far hills.
it feels like Phiona will kill me for writting this poem,
and i can't wait to see her flog a dead horse.
thats what a broken heart feels like.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010 -
Man Must Hope
Posted: June 19, 2010, 4:25 pm by cerealinabox
The Eskimo
She pulls the coat closer,
Willing the air to grow warmer,
In a house of ice,
In the land of ice,
She has seen this before,
But it has never been this cold before,
She pulls the blanket closer,
Willing the fire to burn brighter.
She knows one day,
This endless dark shall end,
The sun shall rise,
and with its glow the ice shall thaw,
Then she will unbutton her coat,
Revealing her beautiful curves,
Letting down her long hair,
Until then, shiver, sniffle,
She pulls her coat closer
Man must hope.
The Maasai
He swats a fly,
Looks at the sun in the sky,
He wants to spit but his mouth is too dry,
A cow licks the caked earth.
He has seen this before,
But it has never been dry this long,
He loosens his lesso,
Willing the cool breeze to blow harder.
He knows one day,
The endless sun shall cease,
Clouds shall gather,
And amid thunder, rain shall spatter.
Then he will button his coat,
Hiding his frail frame,
Sniffing the smell of wet earth,
Until then, pant and sweat,
He dabs his forehead,
Man must hope.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010
Saturday, June 19, -
Wanting Nothing more...
Posted: June 8, 2010, 5:32 am by cerealinabox
wanting nothing more than you,
needing nothing less than your heart,
your heart with me in it,
like you are in mine.
Wanting nothing more than your kiss,
Those soft warm lips that give me bliss,
needing nothing more than your embrace,
your head on my chest, my eyes on your face.
Wanting nothing more than you to want me,
needing nothing more than you to need me.
A sign, a hint, a word, a deed,
that you too,
that you too need nothing more.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010
7th June, 2010 1:30am -
last Night I wrote you a Text
Posted: June 1, 2010, 6:00 pm by cerealinabox
Last night I wrote you a Text,
It said hi dear,
It asked how u were,
whether you had a good day,
I told you about my day,
How i had woken late,
Mowed and swept with a rake.
Last night i wrote you a text,
I did not ask you if you had missed me,
I did not tell you that i had,
It did not ask you if you if u spent the day thinking about me,
Like i had,
I did not tell you I love you,
or how much it hurt not being with you,
Last night i wrote you a text,
A text I did not want to write you.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010 -
The Death of Karma
Posted: May 31, 2010, 5:34 pm by cerealinabox
They announced it on radio,
We laughed and hugged,
The children, naked,
Jumped and clapped,
Women, sagged breasts,
Raised their hands in prayer,
Men smiled long creaky smiles,
Smiles we had forgotten,
Ululations as we lined up for food.
They brought it in trucks,
White heavy tortoises with red flags,
Crawling in a single file,
Farting clouds of dust,
The children jumped and clapped.
It came in spasm,
Biting stomachs,
Painful unbearable spasms,
The children writhed and squirmed,
Till their bodies went silent,
Limp bodies,
Lifeless eyes,
Pools of diarrhea and vomit,
A whole village went silent,
But for babies crying for breasts.
They heard it from a minister,
They hatched and drew,
Easy money,
Last years rotting harvest,
They laughed and toasted,
Dreaming of cheques,
Zeroes interrupted by commas
The world watched as karma died
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010 -
Untitled
Posted: May 27, 2010, 6:22 pm by cerealinabox
I will take my seat,
Sit at the corner by myself,
Nobody will see me,
And I won’t see anybody,
I will take out a notebook,
Silently write down my thoughts,
Nobody will disturb me,
I will disturb nobody,
I will shut out the noises of the world,
As the pen draws my heart,
Nobody will see what I write,
I won’t let anybody read my thoughts
I will close my eyes in pain,
And a tear will blot the paper,
Nobody will see me try to wipe it off,
They won’t find out why there are smudges on my pages
I will sit there silently,
Mute to the world,
The world silent on me…
Then someone will come,
Touch my shoulder and ask,
“Hey, what's wrong?”
And I will wipe my eyes with the back of my hand,
And raise my face to them,
I will force a smile and say,
“Nothing, am okay”
She will smile at me
And I back at her,
Then and only then
Shall I be okay -
When am in Love
Posted: May 24, 2010, 2:08 am by cerealinabox
When am in love
Am really in love
And I mean cliché soap opera kind of in love
I spend hours on my bed,
Thinking of her,
and when am done, hours more thinking about thinking of her,
When am in love I fantasize,
stupid cliché fantasies,
of a ripped shirtless six pack me,
and a swoon every time she sees me,
I think if making her happy,
And it makes me happy,
I imagine her smiling,
And it makes me smile.
When am in love
I write poems,
poems about what I do when am in love,
I want to call her every morning
Just to ask if she had nightmares
coz maybe she would sleep better,
Knowing I will be there in the morning,
When am in love am not me,
Am just in love,
But I have only loved once,
And that’s the only way I know how.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010
Sunday, May 23, @6am -
An extract from Okot P’ Biteks: SONG OF LAWINO – I do not know the Dances of White people
Posted: March 1, 2010, 8:15 pm by cerealinabox
The stench from the latrineKnocks you down from afar!You enter;It is as if you have entered Into a lions mouth.v The smell of JeyesAnd the smell of dungRise to the roof
The entire floorIs covered with human dungAll the tribes of human dung!Dry dungs and dysenteryOld dungs and fresh dungsYoung ones that are still steaming,Short thick dungsSitting like hillsSnake like dungsCoiled up like pythonsLittle ones just squatting thereBig ones lying on their sidesLike tree trunks
Some dungs are red like ochreOthers are yellowLike the ripe mango,Like inside ripe pawpawOthers are black like the soil,Like the soil we useFor smearing the floorSome dungs are of mixed Colors!
Vomit and urine flow byAnd on the wallsThey clean their anusAnd there are writings on the wallsCut with knives
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I NEED A POEM
Posted: February 11, 2010, 4:57 pm by cerealinabox
Am lonely,
I need to find me a poem,
A poem never before written,
A poem to be truly mine
A beautiful poem,
A deep poem,
A sweet poem,
A poem, a poem I couldn’t forget even if I tried to!
A simple poem,
A poem that rhymes,
Simple rhymes with every line,
A poem easy on the mind,
As well as the tongue,
A different poem,
To open my mind to new things,
Take me to new places,
Teach me new things show me new things
And inspire awe in me
A poem with character,
A good name,
One of considerable length and weight,
A poem with body,
The kind I can show off to my friends.
One I can read all my life,
One only I can understand,
One I can make love to,
Deep, slow, passionate poetic love
And the two of us will make many small similes and metaphors
And cute little stanzas
I need a poem I can age with,
One that will comfort me in my senility,
And when am no more,
That poem will live on,
Forever singing of our love,
I need that poem.
………...CerealiNaBoX…©2010 -
A King Is Born
Posted: January 24, 2010, 4:01 pm by cerealinabox
( A poets birthday gift to himself)
At the foot of Nyeri Hill, history in the making,
Through Mathari Haspital, th world was to receive blessings,
The prophesied one was coming,
But the world knew not of these tidings.
Sunday 11th December 1988,
There is no star from the east to guide the shepherds,
Only the mighty sun, shining with extra zeal,
No heavenely choirs to welcome him,
Only birds sung, portending his arrival,
No trumpets blown in his honour,
Only blaring matatus, hooting in dishonor,
2pm
A feeble cry,
The king was here,
Draped in rich violet velvet he was not,
But smart in a chocolate suit,
Knowing himself to be anointed, he tried to shout,
But only a sweet gurgle,damn you infant lungs!
Toothless gums, sparse curley hair, dark round eyes,
The nurses shed tears,
The giant weighed in at 3.45kgs,
She gazes into his eyes, takes him in her arms,
Stares at his beautiful face,
A true figure of grace,
He looks at her gentle features,
Beams and gleams,
For he knows the world is his.
……….CerealiNaBoX…©2009
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I Do Not Know, Cannot Know
Posted: January 19, 2010, 2:52 pm by cerealinabox
to know much,
yet understand so little,
to feel so much,
yet not get emotional,
to yearn so much,
but need so little,
burning desires,
that never get to a crave,
talk for hours
with no conversation,
touch
yet not feel,
there are demons in me,
spirits that trouble my soul,
evil that discolours my world,
hollow voids where colds I cannot avoid.
To have
and not want,
saying no
when I should remain silent,
listen but i hear nothing,
but demons, mocking,
laughing, hideous annoying laughs,
laughs that reverberatye in my mind
laughs thta tell me,
i do not know,
cannot know!
……….CerealiNaBoX…©2009 -
My love is my love
Posted: December 22, 2009, 3:33 pm by cerealinabox
My loves skin is glazed with honey,
I lick it off her tummy,
Her body is adorned with tasty trinkets,
My love is a bundle of sweetness.
My love does not walk,
She glides and glades,
Her dress blows in the wind,
As her feet kiss and peck the earth,
My love is a poem in motion.
My loves lips drip with nectar,
Her tongue is like a King,
Bathing in the divine waters of her mouth,
My loves mouth is an oasis of love.
My loves face is a work of art,
A rose in bloom,
A sunrise in the spring,
Like the moon,
My love glows in heavenly awe.
My loves body is like a sculpture,
Curved, polished, tweaked to perfection,
Her stomach like a chocolate colored balloon,
I so want to bite.
Her gaze is soft, warm and bright.
Her smile luminescent,
My love is my love,
And she is all mine.
……….CerealiNaBoX…©2009 -
A Cheetah Named woods
Posted: December 17, 2009, 2:01 pm by cerealinabox
I once heard of a dude,
whos name was woods.
he had a suave swag,
and a strong swing to boot,
he loved ladies in suits and those in boots,
and had chics in every hood,
his style was smooth,
and his tastes good.
all was well till his wife knew,
she gave him the boot and kicked out poor woods
now quit golf he should,
to tend to his bruised wife and brood.
that's the sad story of a cheetah name woods.
………Cereal iN a BoX…© 2009 -
THIS IS LUST, NOT LOVE
Posted: December 14, 2009, 5:33 pm by cerealinabox
This aint love,
this aint no huggy huggy,
cuddly cuddly,
luvy duvy,
wushy wushy,
murshy murshy non-sense,
This is pure unadurated lust,
This is me being primal,
this is me being an animal,
this is lust.
This is me baring my teeth and growling at you,
this is me wanting to tear your clothes off,
this is me wanting you and you wanting me just as bad.
this is me sniffing at you,
taking in every whiff in a single breath,
this is me wanting to taste you,
yearning to lick you clean with my tongue.
saliva drooling from the corners of my mouth,
you looking at me like scared prey,
me relishing the feast.
This is about me ravaging you like a hungry wolf,
going at you like a mad beast,
tearing your soft flesh.
This is me enjoying your shallow breaths,
this is me ignoring your whimpers
and cries for mercy.
This is about me eating to my fill,
about ridding off my urges,
quenching a thirst for blood.
And when am done,
prey sprawled before me,
quivering for life,
its eyes a glassy haze,
I will step back,
thump my chest in victory,
and collapse into your arms.
Sweety,
don't confuse this with love,
this is lust baby!
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Hollow Inside
Posted: December 9, 2009, 5:11 pm by cerealinabox
Like a balloon that's been burst,
am deflated.
like a drained wine glass,
I only talk about my past.
like an empty refrigerator,
am wasting energy.
Like an extinguished incinerator,
my fire is gone.
Like a formatted disk,
am blank.
Am like a bone with no marrow,
a bow with no arrows,
a candle with no matchsticks,
or a bucket with no mopstick,
i feel hollow
eaten from the inside,
empty.
………Cereal iN a BoX…© 2009
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From Then
Posted: December 4, 2009, 8:52 pm by cerealinabox
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I AM THE CHOSEN VOICE
Posted: November 6, 2009, 6:25 pm by cerealinabox
I am the chosen voice,
The proverbial voice from the east,
Sent to the nations of the south north and west,
To raise dust and cause unrest,
I shout to the hills and howl like a beast,
Time is neigh,
Time is here,
Raise your fists,
It’s the poor mans turn to feast,
Let us do the twist,
And rumble to the rumba,
Tango to the tango,
And mambo to the mambo.
Let’s rock to Femi Kuti,
Loose our souls to his infectious beat,
Kick to Zulu war songs and raise our feet,
Let us bump to Yoruba tunes,
And belly dance in Tunisia,
For the foretold one is here.
I have a message for the mountain people,
They who tend tea.
A message for the mid-folk,
They who are rich in ore and lore,
A message for the nomads of the north,
They who tend to herds and flocks,
A message for the merchants of the coast,
They who wear hijabs and cloaks.
A message for the rich,
The middle class and the street,
Time is neigh,
Time is near!
Long before time,
When the world was formless,
When the dark reigned,
When the seas roared and lava poured,
Long before the wind had learnt to blow,
Before trees started to grow,
Before the sun learnt to glow,
Before the e earth licked any mans sole,
HE lived,
HE breathed, and
HE willed
HE formed and molded,
And curved and sculpted,
The trees and streams,
The peaks and deeps,
All we see he made to be.
Then He made man,
From his reflection and mud,
He made him stand
And rule over the land.
He watched you build the pyramids,
And build gardens in Babylon,
He watched you plough the Nile,
And build the china wall.
He wept over World War I,
And mourned the dead of Hiroshima,
He watched your knowledge kill you at Chernobyl,
And it angered him you did not learn from it.
He fumed when Iraq you subdued,
Grieved when Jews you slew,
Time is neigh time is now,
His anger is tested,
His patience is thinned,
His vengeance is near,
His punishment is here.
Plant back his trees,
Stop killing his gentle beings,
Polluting with contraptions made of steel,
Stop neglecting his children as they die of ills,
Wash your linen,
Clean up your act,
Or death is what you ask!
………Cereal iN a BoX…© 2009 -
THERE IS A DEATH IN THIS PLACE
Posted: November 6, 2009, 6:24 pm by cerealinabox
There is order in chaos
Sanity in all that is mad,
Simplicity in complexities
There is a good in all that is evil,
For we gain when we loose
And loose more when we gain
The emptiness that comes with being full
A hunger that the sated cannot satisfy
Love is a chemical reaction
Thoughts but electrical impulses
Firing from one cell to another
Pleasure is but an excited nerve
And life…
But a fickle candle flame,
Saying and bending to the whims of a wind,
We see more where we don’t look,
Ask more when we read more,
And die slow when we live long,
There’s a balance here,
A tip of the scales,
An unseen hand that winds the clocks,
There’s a depth in this place,
A depth so deep we die before we hit the bottom,
There’s a death in this place,
Grim roams our land.
Hustle and toil,
Crafting and tilling,
Working the soil,
There’s a death here,
A dark depth in this place.
It’s ironical, what we eat kills,
When we don’t we gats ill,
What we breathe kills,
When we don’t we gets ill
A mind dark and drifty,
That wills us all to bleed,
A dark hand that just kills,
There's a death in this place,
............Cereal iN a BoX...© 2009 -
A GLASS OF HEAVEN
Posted: November 6, 2009, 6:23 pm by cerealinabox
In this desolate world,
A world full of pain,
Where suffering is unavoidable
And death, inevitable.
A world where disease rules,
Homes with dirt and spew,
Sewerage for stew, eew!
Gross gourmet,
A polluted planet,
Where trees die,
Rivers dry,
And Dodos never got the chance to learn how to fly.
In a world where hate rules,
Wars brew,
Guns and bombs,
Mutilated Iraqis and orphaned Somalis,
In this chaos,
The universe conspired,
Deliberately created our reprieve,
….Apple Juice…
That whosoever drinks this drink,
“The nectar of the gods,
The drink of the kings,
The beverage that your favorite beverages’
Favorite beverage,
The only intoxicating non-intoxicating drink,”
Shall experience eternal refreshment!
This friends, is “the” drink!
The reason I walk into supermarkets,
The reason I walk past supermarkets,
The reason I think about walking past a supermarket,
The reason I dream of owning a super-orchard!
The drink the universe conspired to create,
In the beginning,
He created the sun-photosynthesis
Then the land was separated from the water-soil
Then came the animals-poop-manure
The universe conspired!
They could eat all fruit but the apple-reversed psychology!
Cupid-apple of my eye,
Archimedes-apple-gravity
Snow White-apple-love story
Red Riding Hood-apple
Teachers pet-Apple
Adams-apple
Pine-apple
A for?
Red, crisp white flesh
Flesh that bleeds drops of heaven,
U do what u gotta do,
I know how I get there…
Bottoms up!!
........Cereal iN a BoX...© 2009 -
The power of the "word"
Posted: October 16, 2009, 5:38 pm by cerealinabox
Vowels, consonants,
alphabet, syllables,
words, phrases,
sentences, paragraphs.
stories told in prose,
verses, poetry, beauty,
said aloud
spoken word.
the date:Before time
the artist: "The" artist
sited on a throne of light,
The universe is silent,
eagerly waiting for a performance,
deep breath,
deep resounding voice.. shh! it's about to start.
"Let there be light!!"
the stage lights up in a daze!
In the beginning was the word,
the spoken word.
the year: 63BC
the place: Rome
the republic is threatened,
Cataline wishes to destroy democracy,
tyrannize the people,
sedition is rife,
war and death are inevitable.
Enter the artist; Cicero,
The Place: Senate building,
he takes the stage,
the smell of death in the air,
he speaks,
4 speeches it takes him,
to purge Cataline to the hades,
Word, Spoken word.
The year: 32 AD
The Place: Ancient Galilee,
an artist moves from village to village,
moving souls, gig after gig,
when he speaks, loaves multiply,
he speaks, the deaf listen,
he spoke, and changed the world,
2000yrs on and counting,
word, spoken word.
Date: June 1772
The place: London, UK.
A judge named Mansfield sits in court,
before him,R vs. Knowles exparte Somersett,
the accused, a run away slave,
the defendant, a beast who owns people,
1772, history is made,
Mansfield pronounces,
"The back must be set free!"
those six words,
liberate a people.
December 1959,
Che Guevara is in Santa Clara,
adressing students on the struggle,
"The university should colour itself black,should colour itself mullato. It should paint itself in the colour of workers and peasants."
April, 1964,
the place: Cleve Land Ohio,
The piece: The ballot or the bullet
The artist: Malcom X
A piece so moving,
the artist is martyred.
September, 1960.
Kwame Nkrumah is in New York,
addressing the UN General Assembly,
"The great tide of history flows, and as it flows, it carries to the shores of reality the stubborn facts of life and mans relations. The flowing tide of African Nationalism sweeps everything before it, and acknowledges a challenge to the colonial powers to make a just restitution for years of injustice and crime committed against our continent."
Dude, that's deep, deep spoken word dude.
February, 11th, 1980.
Cape Town South Africa.
After a 27yr hiatus,
an old man walks off the Robben island ferry,
the weight of a countries expectations on his shoulders,
The artist: Madiba,
he steps to a mic and a strong voice bellows,
"I greet you all in the name of peace, democracy and freedom for all. I stand here before you, not as a prophet, but as a humble servant of you."
Cape Town is ablaze,
a people celebrate a messiah,
word my friend,
spoken word.
The date: Now
The place: Here
what shall they write you said?
...........CerealiNaBoX......©2009 -
Hostis Humanis Generis "enemy of all mankind"
Posted: October 8, 2009, 4:55 pm by cerealinabox
Whisper whisper whisper
Judge strikes the gavel,
Killing whispers and mumbles,
In a practiced solemnity he pronounces,
“Hostis Humanis Generis!” enemy of all man kind,
Whisper whisper whispers what does that mean?
Gavel again,
“Death by electrocution”
Declares the wigged man,
Applause and cheer, from the swarm of man kind.
He walks out down cast,
And they spit at him as he walks past,
Chant insults, call him evil, demonic, a pest.
Applause and cheer, from the swarm of man kind.
Flying red tomatoes,
Hurtling green sputum,
All stain his gleaming white vest,
All the time not a word from him in protest.
Applause and cheer, from the swarm of man kind.
7 o’clock news and they call him a cannibal,
8 o’clock, sick and demented,
9 o’clock, reporters christen him...the animal
Tabloids the next morning”Nairobi's own Hannibal”
Who gnaws upon the flesh of a fellow human?
Who kills and mauls his kinsman?
“A hungry man… he says to himself.”
He is alone, solitary confinement,
He is alone, trying to meditate,
Guilt eats him as he did those people,
He is alone, repenting his sins.
He remembers the first time,
This curse paid him a visit,
4yrs old, hungry, orphaned, starving,
A helpless bundle, abandoned at a garbage dump.
He remembers the stench,
Rotting miniature hands and heads in black bags,
He remembers the paralyzing hunger,
Rotting miniature hands stuffed in his mouth.
He must repent, he must make peace,
He remembers the feeling of a full stomach,
Recalls the wrenching and diarrhea,
The paralyzing hunger that always brought him back,
Back to black bags, and their putrid contents.
He must repent, he must make peace,
He remembers the raid on the clinic,
And the sudden disappearance of the black bags,
He remembers Judy,
The prostitute who wouldn’t take his money,
Called him dirty and smelly,
And how sweet her thigh was,
He remembers Lily,
Who wouldn’t sell him a joint,
And Jane who came looking for Lily,
Then Ivy, then Louise, then…
He must repent, he must make peace,
He is alone in his cell,
Hungry as hell,
The demons come,
And laugh at him when he casts them to hell.
He is alone in his cell,
He breaths deeply,
Takes in his scent,
The demons torment him,
Whisper whisper whisper
He can hear them in his ears,
Eyes bulge as he stares at his hands,
He is hungry,
A hunger only blood can quell,
Whisper whisper whisper,
They find him alone in his cell,
His vest red and no tomatoes in sight,
Clotted caked of red in his teeth,
Whisper whisper whisper
7 o’clock news, Hannibal dead,
8 o’clock news, Hannibal eats his own flesh to death,
9 o’clock news, they say he died,
With a smile across his face,
Whisper whisper whisper
Someone says maybe he died happy,
Satisfied, never to hunger again.
......................Cereal iN a Box...©2009
-
HAILWOMEN
Posted: September 24, 2009, 2:19 pm by cerealinabox
Adapted from “Instructions for a body” by Marty McConnell.
HAIL WOMEN!
And yes, I meant to shout that,
Hail the daughters of the earth,
The mothers of men,
The givers of life,
The nurturers of life.
Hail the gentle souls of the earth,
Hail Venus and Aphrodite,
Both women,
Both goddesses of love and beauty,
Hail the long locks of hair,
Hail the wind that licks them with flair,
Hail those lovely eyes that watch over kids
With love and care,
Hail the luscious lips,
That lashes at thee when you sin,
And lull us to sleep,
Praise the long neck that begs to be rubbed,
Applaud those sturdy shoulders
That carry husbands and toddlers,
Hail her full chest,
And the big heart it holds,
A heart that beats for others,
One broken more than others,
But stronger than our fathers’,
Hail her curveous waist,
Marvel at the apartment you lived in
For nine months,
Pay homage to the swagger of her hips,
Praise the tortured legs,
That work and toil all day
In heels and boots
Filling the stomach of her young boy,
Come bearing gifts,
Bow your head in the presence of these walking poems,
Hail women!
Acclaim the hands that stretch to embrace,
Babies in their innocent state,
An us all in our times of disgrace,
Hail the missing rib that made Adam incomplete,
Hail the breasts you suckled when 20days old,
And hail the ugali she made you…you 20 year old!
Glorify that woman selling mboga,
Respect that campus lady who has been beating you so far,
Laud the business woman,
And applaud the lady juggling her career and two babies,
Hail Wangari Maathai,
Hail Rosa Parks,
Njoki Ndungu,
Mother Teresa,
Mekatilili,
Wangu wa Makeri
Hail their gallant souls,
Hail all of you,
Coz men might never admit it…
But you guyz ROCK
.........Cereal iN a Box...©2009 -
I WANT...
Posted: September 23, 2009, 5:35 pm by cerealinabox
I want to write a poem
And have it read to the world,
I want everyone who hears it
To pause and say,”Damn, that dude is deep!”
I want to walk in town,
Bump into a crowd of hot chiles,
And overhear on of them whisper to her friend,
“Girl, that brother is fine!”
coz am tired of people falling for my good heart,
or my awesome personality,
tired of being told am sweet,
can’t someone just melt at the site of my
square jaws?
I want to walk into a supermarket,
Walk to that lady pushing a trolley,
Smile, say hi, and go home with her number,
Coz am tired of chocking,
And, and, twitchy lips
And, and, sweaty palms
And, and how I can’t stop saying and
In the presence of a beautiful lady.
i want to stand before a crowd,
hold that Mic in my arm,
close my eyes
and still see the crowd and their eager smiles,
perform that poem it took me 50yrs to cram,
hear the roar when am done,
and have everybody get my jokes,
coz i want to say fuck those times i shrubbed on stage
and screw those who don't get my humor!
i want to meet a girl with real hair
a sweet smile,
smells like an orgy of flowers,
someone sweet and intelligent,
braver than i,
who makes my friends jealous,
and of course…
a person who gets my jokes…
or at least laughs at them.
Coz..who honestly loves a lady in a weave,
Who smells like feet
And gets lost in normal conversation?
I want to write a poem on injustice,
I want to paint hope for the world with my pen,
Tell it as is and not what we hear in the news at 10,
I want to write a poem for the oppressed,
Start them on a journey,
Whose destination is justice,
Am tired of seeing death and despair,
As a leader pockets D’s
I want Liverpool to win the league already,
I want to see my future’
Get an A in that test,
I want bouncers to understand am really 21,
I want….
I want so much.
But all I need is YOU.
............Cereal iN a Box...©2009 -
CAME SAW CONQURED..OR DID I?
Posted: September 17, 2009, 2:58 pm by cerealinabox
It was I who transcribed Eve's conversation with the serpent,
I was there when they put Moses in a basket,
I was in Gomorrah when Sodom was aflame,
and ran with Lot when his stubborn wife turned to stone.
We cheered in the audience when Esther was declared Miss Persia,
and shouted in protest when my boy, Dan...iel was thrown in a pit of beasts.
I walked with Socrates,
conversed with Plato,
raved with Cato,
and campaigned for Cicero.
Funny story...
I was there when Julius fell for Cleopatra,
and shouted to his guards..."Caesar"...
get it...never mind...you had to be there.
They called me peeping Tom when Lady Go diva
took a stroll in Coventry;
It was I who shouted "look! The emperor is Naked!"
I concocted the pied piper myth,
after I sold the kids to slave drivers!
I made the 1st guillotine,
then started the French Revolution,
sat in king Arthur’s round table,
and tweaked Columbus' compass on April fools.
Abraham Lincoln recruited me to fight the south,
where we danced with the freed slaves,
danced and hopped to the hip beats we made,
I've danced with drummers,
listened to poets,
sang with bards,
acted with thespians,
philosophized with great minds,
and dreamt with dreamers,
I was the little voice that told Da Vinci,
"You guy, lets mess with her smile!"
I was shakespears dark genius that killed Romeo and Juliet
and still made it look romantic,
the bastard who whispered to Kibaki...
"dude, you should be president"
the reason the cow flew over the moon,
why the chicken crossed the road,
the one who painted a black donkey with white stripes...
just for the hell of it,
the man who taught Brazil how to celebrate,
the soul of the Buddha incarnate.
I've flown with birds,
flown with words,
swam in verse,
danced with stars,
seen the world
I've been the world.
But I am yet to fall in love...
not in the real sense of the word...
........Cereal iN a BoX...©2009 -
Do Not Comfort Me
Posted: August 31, 2009, 9:43 pm by cerealinabox
Do not comfort me, let me weep
let me roll in mud, and rub my hair in ash
let me wail n weep,till i can no more
i mourn, let me mourn.
my daughters are dead, robbed from me
death has robbed me, robbed me of my joy
dont try to silence me, dont try to wipe my tears
I mourn, let me mourn.
Faith and Joy, the two apples of my eye gone
i no longer see their lovely smiles,
nor hear thier playful chuckles outside my hut,
why me death, why my two daughters!
I watched as they withered, like spinach in the sun
till all I had were bones for children,
I watched as the pretty eyes turned to empty hollows
I watched as joy and faith were snatched from me
let me mourn, let me weep,Faith and Joy are gone
Hope my child, come sit next to me,
your sisters are gone, you are all i have left,
sit next to me, lay your head on my bossom
wipe the tears, then tell mommy you'll never leave her,
wipe your nose clean, and please, promise mommy you'll never EVER leave her.
.....Cereal iN a BoX...©2009 -
LET ME BE!!
Posted: August 31, 2009, 9:42 pm by cerealinabox
if am too young,you must be too old.
if am too ignorant,it must be that u know too much.
u say am a moron, what have u done with your in-teli-gence 'Einstein'?
You tell me you've seen alot more of this world than i have,i say ur eyes are to blame, shut them!
Ati I can't talk to you like that? Close your ears, stick carrots in them,
Because hell! You wanted to talk, lets talk!
I heard you say I drink too much, well the stuffs too cheap if you ask me!
What? My musics too loud? Why the hell do they make 500watt speakers if I can't turn it up?
Slap me all you want, flog me unconcious, but I ain't shutting up.
You wanted to talk, now we talk.
I am me, you are you,
Is that so hard to understand?
Is that so hard to see?
Let me be me, and I'll let you be you.
Respect me for me, I'll respect you back.
I can't be what you want me to be, not for you I can't.
LET ME BE ME!
.....Cereal iN a BoX...©2009
Blah blah blah
Fish cakes
Alas a fish cake.
Yet more fish cakes
Guess what ... yeah ... fish cakes.
The end of the fish cakes
