Merlin Mwaura

Merlin Mwaura Poems

I do...
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
...

Clutch in the morn of nine,
a little girl cries her tears out.
'Tis a school gate, wonder where her teachers are...
is this not the much spoken, girl child.
...

We are human all...
No super heroes,
Less angels and more demons
but human all.
...

I have here a virgin in my room,
So pleasant she is bloom,
on my bed sit so cool.
Her eyes dart here an' there...
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It was morning with a gloomy sky,
Huge greys hovering so high…
Without intention or knowing how,
I found a lady’s eyes, and thought, “ wow! ”
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Listen to music, listen how it explodes…
Feelings so confusing, how it reaches my soul!
I am lost for a moment, lost in this enthralling whirl,
I am come from an Odyssey, ‘tis ere you a prophesy.
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Wristwatch…

Wind my wrist,
...

When a neighbour turns on you,
strips your family into pieces,
tears up your home.
Takes your love,
...

Listen…………. Music!

“I love you”
“I love you too”
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To be Kenyan is to be these…
I went to a local primary school,
Used the same bag for seven years,
It was pure leather from K.M.C. products.
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Skin Hair…
...

Let's go get lost,
let's lose that way,
go far away into the oblivion,
carry a mirror with us,
...

I'm the little bit of darkness hiding in the corners,
watching you. It is the only way to know what you really do.

To anyone but themselves
...

I have a thing to say,
I don’t how to say it…
It is about a thing most delicate.
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Where there is night, and rules abound
to sinister and perilous adventures...
Where uncommon occurrences prevail,
Where evil looms...
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Till Death.

There are things I want in life…
But if this things deprive me,
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Telling Jokes

Let me start with our leaders,
I suppose they should borrow a leaf or two…
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Student Martyr….
We are the start of a good tomorrow,
A local campus will unsettle these streets,
Stop traffic for a course,
...

First time on face book,
a lonely post on the wall.

First time with a poem,
...

I have traversed my homeland,
an' witnessed,
a countless memories,
that now lie within me.
...

Merlin Mwaura Biography

I was born in our capital city, Nairobi(A place of many waters) ...in an indian(at least I always thought it was) hospital-THE AGHAKAN HOSPITAL-i was raised in Nairobi for my first two tender years before my father[ Quintile M.] took us to live in the productive hills of Kiambu. I was comforted by the greens, clean air and the greater queries of life here. I felt a first love in our little town...and my mother[Euphesia P.]was the queen of that world then.Still is. I have had a successful primary and secondary education. I did a diploma in Information systems and now currently at an undergraduate course in Business Information Technology. Other than that iread extensively on philosphy, world literates, Edgar Alan Poe, Herman Melville, Emerson, Josef Pieper, Cicero, All philosphers(favorites) and other works that have inspired me to avail myself that this esteemed position. I say, 'Genius is spurned before it finds its maturity and soars from the dispositions that spurn it.')

The Best Poem Of Merlin Mwaura

' I Do...'

I do...
Take your hand from this dark abyss,
take me out of this emptiness,
keep me from a bloody mess,
black ribbons and black bow ties,
ghost eyes,
cold thighs,
honeymoon on our ancient tomb.

Lay my life on a death bed,
cremate me while we make smoky love,
like mushrooms pollinating the earth,
glass bands and wedding rings,
tear this flesh and with bloodied ink,
write our vows forever more.
' I do '....
my darling!

I do want there to be a forever,
dark clouds or shiny sky,
full moon creeping in the afternoon.
Keep a dog at our front yard,
while it digs graves for visitors.

I do...
like a soldier in Vietnam war,
throw grenades and dodging bullets,
running with open wounds and fighting on,
trying hard to amber on.
what flames I carry,
my heart's a furnace...
red demon eyes.

I do...
under the witch's tree,
the tree that is my bed,
the twigs that are my beddings...
where often there is a sacrifice,
my soul the only price.
I do...
in this film,
photos frozen in daunting time,
collections of moments had.

I do...
as I make out from my dream,
as the morning shines on my queen,
soft skin on here silk sheet,
why I had a wondrous dream...
I do...
I do...
I still do...

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