When you Were Away

For every night
I was a goner
Your memory kept me alive
The thoughts of your smile
And what we wanted in life

Every night I was a goner
The nights were shortened
By the hope
Of our flames rekindling

Every night I was a goner
Thoughts of you
Kept me sane
Thoughts of you
Made me realize
I just wanted to stay

Every night I was a goner
Staring into the dark
Nights so silent
My only wish
If tomorrow comes
Then you shall
Be by my side
.© La-ki
The tales of a poets deepest secrets
Poetry is eternal

Quotes of the Neeve

Quotes of the Neeve

In The Wake of Childhood Memories

These are the roaring memories, memories of a childhood,
Memories of two brothers, before our city jobs tore us apart,
Memories that chime, echoing the true meaning of peace,
A flashback far from adulthood, away from this concrete jungle
This bore of a city.

Memories of us lying on the sloppy green fields
Fine fields of the country side
Inhaling the deep, raw scent of the fertile soil
Exhaling a feeling of tranquility
Cattle well-fed as they gathered in a small herd to rest,
Chirping birds poking and pecking on their healthy backs.
Blades of deep green grass stuck between our lips.

In-between cat-calling the Moraa’s, Kwamboka’s and Kerubo’s,
Water gourds balanced on their heads, passing us from the river,
Taunting us with tiny mounds of teenage breasts
Coughing out swaying young hips, perhaps giving us hints.

Our bellies full of stolen avocados and guavas
Belching out, then laughing out loud
Bathing in fresh flowing waters of the stream in the nude.
Fighting in the fields with other boys, big brother having my back
Yet still mocking my small frame and weak fists.

Late afternoons of counting gliding clouds
Sharing tales of one day working and living in Nairobi
Dreaming of the city where buildings towered and empowered men
Dreaming of the city that would break us apart
Dreaming of a place that would hide these memories away.
Memories, memories, memories.
©guttothewordsmith°