Cliff The Poet/Actvist

Posted on Apr 21, 2019Apr 21, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

PICTURE OF MY GIRL

Painting a picture of my girl
Detained in a prison of depression
Her face soaked in a sea of dark memories
Her sunken eyes closed
Tears of rue dripping down her soppy cheeks
Her wrist adorned with bruises of razor cuts
Holding a bottle of whiskey in her frozen hands
Looking perturbed and dis
turbed
Her soul scattered
Her trust shattered
Her innocence murdered
Drowning in so much fright
Identical images of the pain she felt that night
Keeps flashing back in her taunted mind
How he pinned her against the rough wall
And tied the strides of her hair to a snag
Like a maimed caged bird
She tried to fly away
But her wings had been broken
He killed her soul several times
As he rolled his sword deeper
Cutting through her walls of purity
The moon watched with pity from the sky
As he murdered her pride
And mashed her heart into pieces
He left her empty and scattered
He deflowered her diginity
Vitiated her treasure
And left her oozing blood filled with his filth
My paper is soaked in tears
As i draw this picture of my girl
The girl I so much love
But she hates herself and everything in sight.

©️Cliff The Poet🇰🇪

I KILLED HIM

I killed him
And he died for my sake
Up on the cross at Calvary
He cried in pain for my sins
I laughed and mocked him
I scorned and sneared as I nailed his hands
And speared him as I jeered with pride

I abused his power and worth
And adorned his head with thorns
I blamed him for my worries
Yet still he was willing to cleanse my soul with his precious blood
He looked at me with loving eyes oozing blood
And gave me a tender smile
Then raised his fading breath to the heavens and cried,
“Father, forgive him for he doesn’t know what he is doing”

I watched his last drop of blood
And he looked at me and said, “It is finished”
He forgave all my sins
I stood there static
My hands soaked in blood
My heart filled with regret
I had killed an innocent man
I came to myself a bit too late
He was right on the cross
Tortured to death
I realized I needed a saviour
He was buried in a tomb
On the third day he defeated death
And resurrected
He went to his Father, to prepare a place for me.

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE

©️Cliff The Poet🇰🇪

Posted on Apr 19, 2019Apr 19, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

CRUSHING ON A SAPPHIC

I saw them kissing
And thought they were teasing
Like self pollinating roses
Lips percussion in the air
Tounges interlocked
Fingers intertwined
And eyes Closed
And they were hissing
Like mating snakes
My heart crashed
For she was my crush
I swallowed my saliva
And coveted in tears
She unlaced the blue blouse
Of my all time crush
I saw them peeking,
Two ripe mangoes
She sucked them gently
As my crush danced
To the rhythm of her sighs
I couldn’t help teardrops
Rolling down my cheeks
I wished to scream loud
To scatter the heavens
But, helplessly with eros
I watched them sinning
My steamy puppy swinging
And barking furiously.

©️Cliff The Poet🇰🇪

Posted on Apr 18, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

SEA OF LOVE

Deep in your sea of love I yearn to drown
To dwell in the surface of your heart
Where tides of bliss are cool like morning dew
Massaging my body all through
As the whisper rhythimic melodies to me
While pit-a-pat of your heart echoes in my ears

I want to bath in the ocean blue of your love
And wash out my tears of rue and pain
To the shore of summer breeze I will swim
To feel the warmth of sunshine sparkles of your heart
As my soul dances to your symphonic song of love
And your words feel my heart with hope and joy.

©️Cliff The Poet 🇰🇪

Posted on Apr 18, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

SEA OF LOVE

©️Cliff The Poet 🇰🇪

Posted on Apr 18, 2019Apr 18, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

MY BUTTERFLY

Solitary and dejected I sat
Watching the sun make one last wink
Before she dunk down beyond the skyline
Billowy clouds like a gazillion of cotton balls in the sky
Gusty wind massaged my warm cheeks like summer breeze
A braw butterfly emerged from foggy haze
Fluttering her golden fragile wings
While floating and flipping in the air

I gazed at her lustfully as she kissed the rose petals
My mind envisaged as she flapped towards me
My soul danced to the pit-a-pat in my chest
I felt her tender wings caress my cheeks gently
She opened her colourful wings and flittered away
I smelt her sweet scent of the shadow
I wished to fly along with her to the forest of roses
And dance to the rhythm of her wings as she swings.

©️Cliff The Poet🇰🇪

Posted on Apr 17, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

TEARS OF THE VOICELESS

Listen to the silent voice of a feeble woman
Tortured and butchered as if not human
Bleeding tears of achy agony
Pleading from the jaws of death
Her surd cry for help fading into oblivion
She is just but unarmed and harmless
Her puny soul hunted by blood thirsty maniacs
With brute weapons, swords and the axe
She is precarious and not free from her ex
She has no rights in the face of justice
Voiceless and incapacitated she dies in silence
Every other dawn her new blood is shed
Samantha, Sharon, Ivy… all slain to death😭😭😭
And the list is endless…..
May their innocent souls rest in eternal peace
Who knows maybe I am next🤔

Why Kill the strength of a woman,
Death of innocent, ambitious, or even young lives
No freedom out there for the girlchild
We never worked it out earlier,
Death doesnt bring us together either
How do you kill what you loved or claim to love?
I expect you to try and win us back
Merciless, inhuman fathers and sons here
Shall this stop
We need freedom
We are afraid to love
Stop proposing with an axe
We are afraid to be free anymore
We need change
We need life, it is our right
Yesterday it was them, today it could be me, tomorrow another
We are scared
It has to stop!

©️Cliff The Poet 🇰🇪
©️ Angiey Pajero🇰🇪

Posted on Apr 17, 2019Apr 17, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

SHALL IT BE YOU

Look at me
Tears down
Eyes red
Swollen eyeballs
And you still seek an explanation?
It Kindles
Hurts to overthink
To know you are the only one who can pick yourself up
To know you depend on your own self
But then I should be strong I think
Let my pain drop today
So tomorrow I will be fine

I want them out of me
Out of my brain
I don’t need brain seizure
A seizure from them stabbing me
Dripping is my blood
And closer to the grave I feel
I need a rescue, shall it be you?
Send them off
I need time alone
I need to recollect myself
It has always been me

I am running wild
So mighty bold
I try to stop thinking
But can’t find a heart to
I am a snake eating its own tail
I am running mad
Out of control
I want to run
Away from my taunting demons
But there is a deep ditch
My breath swinging on loose strings
I am scared, soaked in sweat
A feeling of tragedy underneath
I am thirsty for rescue
Shall it be you?

But my wrath is frequent
No time to breath
No time to dry myself out
No time for rest
Each night they knock at me
Horror memories they bring back
Chances I lost they remind
My mistakes I re-see
Drowning I remember
Mockingly they laugh at me
I am weak, I catn’t face this
I can’t handle it
I just can’t
Urgent rescue I need
Shall it be you?

Posted on Apr 17, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

CAGED

Maimed bird locked in a cage
Flapping her runty flimsy wings
Chirping impotently chirrups full of rage
Leashed to dispair as she flings
Resigned, she lies in the birdcage
Opus of immunity now she sings

The caged bird has no other choice
No other way to assuage her throbbing pain
But to let it out through her wounded voice
She sobs and sings loud again and again
Clings to her fading hope of rejoice
Hoping her freedom she will soon gain

The goat lies knotted in next cage in fear
His whole body longing for dettered love
The bird ruth him due to nasty tears
Glued to its back sulking like an angry dove
He coils around the dirty grass praying as his face marries a million tears
We can tell that both long for the love they give to cloves

Animals fill the musty dirty dark room
On their knees praying for a rescue day
That will sign the death of the man with a broom
Leave them saved from the thones of the evil ray
Of the scorching sun from the gap opened from by the man’s groom
Atleast then they will celebrate at bay.

Posted on Apr 15, 2019Apr 15, 2019 by Cliff The Poet

BEAUTY OF SIMPLICITY

Did you ever think of every morning
How it twirps in praise
Sweet melodies than jazz?
As early, no alarm, no home
Just nothingness
But then with humility
It finds a branch to settle on

With motivation it builds a nest
Sinewy for heavy whirlwind and rainstorm
So simple and cozy than the crowded slums
With hope it spreads its wings and looks for food
No farm, no harvest
No promised future
But then it trusts and desire it lives on

I watch it moving swiftly in the air
Higher into the clouds like a lark
Twirping and dancing to it lyrical chirrups
Not minding about tomorrow
Knows no pain or sorrow
No fashion to worry about
Its feathers flamboyant
So comely and dinky
Beauty of purity within simplicity.