Lights really do guide us home

Lessons In A Chess Game

Facing it feels like a task that I'm not ready to succeed

Loving it feels like a passion that I'm not ready to feel

We go through it with eyes closed looking into it as a majestic

scene. Waiting to be found by some unwanted cherished being

We seek it not knowing of the consequences it brings

the fears it upholds

the danger it molds

it rips our past right out and exhales it to the world

without a care of the pain, you brought on yourself

The Apocalypse brings a depression

into the abyss of oppression

teach us a lesson

The surrogate mother in the alley with a needle

waiting for a fix, waiting to fix

her broken soul, her babies bone;

doesn't matter to her.

She lacks the common sense

the confidence, the defense

for her humanity, her intelligence

she is held in captivity

of her own fantasy

unaware of reality

she needs a man to see

her b.e.a.u.t.

y?

does she need this ecstasy?

part of her unfinished dynasty

is to be,

wrapped in her own simplicity

ruled by a monarchy

In her mind

she tries to find

the reason as to why she lives like this

thousands of miles away from perfect bliss

I wish I could answer all your questions

but even I am in this lesson

separated

hated

jaded

betrayed by this we call life

cut by a blade

beginning to fade

afraid of the future

no sense of adventure

we're not a perfect creature

we make mistakes

not a smooth road

hydraulic breaks

quakes

we make, these stupid remarks

hide in the dark

though

I am electric

waves through my body are eccentric

not some random chick

wear no make-up, no lipstick

cannot be bought with just a click

though this life is hectic

I make it epic

euphoric

majestic

beat it like a drumstick

think outside the box

no, I'm not cubic,

just trying to add some logic.

Poetry flows inside of me

through the veins and outside my body

We hear this and that

not knowing what to believe

afraid of being naive

the fake people are about as many as a shirtsleeve

perfection we will never achieve

its all in our conscience

ability has its absence

hides in a corner together with brilliance

to unveil, we need guidance

between those and ambition

there is a huge distance

to break the gap we need patience

it will not happen in just an instant

for instance

the time It takes to feel a moment filled with transience.

Pay attention

live with passion

you have to pay that pension

stay away from that weapon

though you feel the tension

fight it

use your whit

it's always legit

I may seem like some politician

with lack of diction

but wisdom is not common

be articulate

not some cheapskate

someone who I can relate

speak your heart till the walls start to vibrate

with a rhythm that makes them pulsate

nothing wrong with that, just setting the record straight

the world's not leaving with this current birthrate

all you do should be great

all you say should create

make people appreciate

make people graduate

think straight

your own story, narrate

be in your minds current state

if you hate where you are, vacate

start a clean slate

before it's too late

before life says ''checkmate''.

Cherie Kihato

Blood stained, love game.

Before you realize

that your real eyes

are in the heart of someone else

drums in that beating chest

inhaling the love

exhaling the anger

putting the me in mend

putting the she in shed

which explains all she did because of you

and your reasons to neglect

her pain.

You put the so in sorrow

which explains how she felt because of you

and your reasons to drive her insane.

You chose her path, put the no in innocence

so now she has no innocence

the spark of love you feel for her is erased

by the bitter taste

you put in her mouth, with every hit

a tear you paste

streaming from her eyes down to her waist

but, she loves you with every artery

your ugly heart, she does not see

infatuation clouds her ability

to notice that all you cause is misery

I am not being funny

do you see a smile

you put the cross, in across,

her face a frown.

You say you know her

when you don't even know that the he in her,

is you. Her mind filled with thoughts

of the day you realize

that your real eyes are in her heart

and that your whole being

is tucked safely in a pocket of hope

right behind the country of hurt

to which you are the king

you say you know her

when you don't even know that the man in woman

is you. Her mind filled with thoughts

of the day you catch her heart before it shatters

the day you fix the crack in her skull caused by

man, caused by you.

She sits by the sofa

watching the rain

wishing that it could wash away her past

wishing that this feeling of tranquility will last

but Bam! Goes the door and reality sinks in

she has to face, your face

tell you for the thousand and something time

that she loves you

and for the thousand and something time

you don't care.

She has nightmares of her memories

of how you put the pain in painted

which explains how her mind is painted with you

but yet again...you don't care

this hatred you wear

across your shoulders

like an armor

waiting for a fight, for a reason to raise your fist

and say ''I don't care''

but even when you do this

she still looks into your soul

not at the sole of your shoe

with which you kick

her leaving her lungs gasping for air

but even with that teaspoon she has

she manages to share

that she's going nowhere

this life she will bare

no matter how unfair

she knows that somewhere

over the moon

she will be happy again

spread her wings

it may not be soon

but things take time

like a butterfly leaving it's cocoon

she will be reborn

and on that day, like the ocean kissing the shoreline

you will kiss her jawline

but she will show you her waistline

the scar you left

will be your guideline

to remembrance of how she was your sunshine

but it will be too late

she'll be gone, past the moonlight

further than your eyesight

and like a deer in the headlight

you will be stuck

stuck in your lime lite

and that twilight

will mark the beginning of a new life

to which you won't be a part of

but now that you don't know your future

you continue to cheat her

and she continues to be a dreamer

planning her escape

like the little girl she knew she was

before her life came to a pause

before her wishes were scattered like jigsaws

before her dreams were cut by handsaws

you say you know her

when you don't even know that the lad in lady

is you. She says she knows you

but that I believe, yes that is true

from the lines on your palm

to the joints in your arm

from the hair on your head

to your anger filled skin when it's red

she studies you

you are her subject

making sure she knows you perfect

making sure your her only object

this state she's in is that of madness

you don't know this

she's a good actress

the love she has for you is priceless

she can't live without you

she can't live with you either

which is why when your not looking

she grabs it from the bed

aims it at her leg

changes her mind, her head instead

''say a little prayer darling''

the last words she said

she pulled the trigger

boom! Bloodshed

she was dead.

Because She Loves

She sits, watching as her beauty is admired

She sits watching as her love is desired

She waits, for her curves to be caressed with passionate care

She holds her pride filled head up high, a sparkle in her glare

A mother to us all

Her children speak with a witty repartee

they see beauty in a different way

beauty, is of the breasts, the hands, the jutting behind

beauty; is not a state of mind

her nature glistens, radiance fills the air

her wind whispers, softly, gentle as a woman's care

She offers sweet kisses of sunrise, astonishing goodbyes of sunset

the bursting of colour creeps in, connecting to form a scene

transient moments roam around

waiting to be found

her ochre twisted hair

covers us all

we don't know it's there

an invisible object, shielding us from the storm

her moon shines bright

waiting for the lost soul to guide

her love, everlasting

seeping into the hearts of the unwanted child

comforting, listening

seducing the beats with her ever so persuasive charm

the rhythm in her hands, a dance she creates

the power to command.

Her troubles she hides

to be the best lair, she tries

but late at night

when darkness enjoys its freedom

she wonders, worrying if this may be her lasts

if her beauty will fade, if it will all be in her past

night after night

she tosses and turns

loathing sleep, morning she yearns

nightmares fill her thoughts

she aches, she bleeds

will she survive the horror,

will she survive the beasts

she sits, waiting for whistles of ecstasy

she sits, waiting for whispers of euphoria

she waits, for us to realize

she waits, hiding the pain in her eyes.

Cherie Kihato

Africa, this is for you.