At the time i was writing this i was confused ,,,wondered if it was better as a short story or a poem.

Education makes kings!
i still dream
to lift my hands high
above the skies, one day;
with my shoulders high
proclaim myself
one, among the many kings;
i may be old
but age should be no hinder
to ones lifes' goals,
be it at eleven
be it at seventy seven,
i'll still live to see myself
behind a desk, either way

nice
still trying to take the place of your mind while you were writing this
i've gotten my own interpration of in in my head
and all I can say is
TRUE IN DARKNESS WE EAT WHAT WE CANNOT SEE
loved thee last verse most

i’ll not cry… or lie… or die…
when the spotlight shows my face…
for i learned to rule my own life…
and you can never take that away…


love this one most

by Bo Kibiwot on Monday, 25 January 2010 at 19:41 ·


It’s a Friday night, the streets are crowded
I’m in my dirty jeans and a t-shirt with no sleeves
I’m walking along the streets
Here comes a lady I think I’ve seen before
Her picture in my mind but it’s not clear anymore
She stops to say; “hi?” she has a voice so familiar
I look into her eyes; so beautiful, so peculiar
She must have been part of my life
Before I got amnesia,
We must have been so damn close
But I can’t fit her to the puzzle.
Hold me close, I want to remember you
Who are you? Are you my child or my wife?
Take my hand, remind me whom I am.
Heal my wounds, remind me of my life.

Tears stream down her face, she is disappointed
It’s not my wish to make her cry, I feel embarrassed
She tries to speak to me but no words escape her mouth
Her lips move up and down, I’m listening but there’s no sound
She puts her hands behind my neck, pulls me close to her
Her head on my chest, feels I was used to her perfume
She whispers to my ears, “I missed you so much!”
Tears on my eyes, I lose control of my emotions
the Pictures racing through my mind are of the people I knew
The memories coming back are of the life I had before
I find her place in my heart
She is no stranger, she is my sister!
Take my hand, remind me whom I am
Heal my wounds, rebuild my life
Hold me tight, never let me go again
Who am I? What’s my name? What’s my story?

by Bo Kibiwot on Saturday, 20 February 2010 at 20:17 ·


I guess you can say
‘Everything that begins ends’
Wish I could say
‘its been good’, but it has not
Don’t say
‘we can be friends, we cannot;
All I’ve ever said to mislead your heart,
I take back
I’ve realized, I love you not;
No matter how far we’ve come
I don’t see my tomorrow, with you;
You took away, all the love
I gave you; turned it into
Way too much pain, for my inside;
I will never trust a man again.

I know the wise say
‘if you love someone
You have to be patient with them’
But how long can one wait
Till patience pays?
I can’t waste my time with you
I got my whole life to live;
I can’t say
‘All we had was pointless
There were times we had fun
But it would be pointless
To try making us work
You and me, we just can't be;
This far we’ve come
I think you’d agree, we are through.

After my time with you, I’m not like before
I don’t know how to trust anymore
Seems every mans heart is black,
If there is still any love left in this world
It’s not between men and us;
I’ve lost all faith in happy endings
I think its just a thing of princess stories
I’m used to painful endings;
Every time I get back on my feet
Love gets me back down on my knees.

by Bo Kibiwot on Saturday, 6 March 2010 at 02:46 ·


You sing to me
the same song endlessly,
don't you have better things to do
than causing me agony?
or do you find pride in my misery?
i've heard it a thousand times
okay,"everyone's better than me"
but will saying it on and on erase my mistakes!
if it's what you think, you better wake up
the past isn't changed by cold words only
it's here to stay!
we can only make up for our mistakes
somewhere between now and death.

why don't you just kill me!
the words falling on my ears
feel like a bullet through my head;
your words pierce my heart!
i feel pain like i've never felt before,
makes me wish i was deaf
maybe then you'd love me more;
"...ungrateful...disgrace...!"
words like those
worst, from a parents mouth
would kill a sick man instantly;
why don't you take sometime
to take your breath for a while,
what you've already said will last me a lifetime.
i already know,
you rather spend all your money
in making me a nice coffin
than continue spending on my simple luxuries,
what more could you say
that could be worse than that?!!!

speaking of mistakes, not going so far
you are a success in everything else
but being a father,
why can't you just say
"son of mine
you've made a lot of mistakes
but you still tried
though you can do better next time!"

thank you

Its been a while since you left
but your memories are still fresh
you still live in my mind.
you were a major part of my life
without you things will never be same
i hope you are at a better place;
maybe one day we'll meet again
still i got love for you, my friend!....

Sometimes,
I wish you would just die
So I can have some rest
From all these thoughts;
It seems there’s nothing I can do
To get you off my mind,
I try staring into the empty skies
But through the stars I see your eyes
The crescent moon turns to your smile,
It’s a constellation of your face.

It kills me to know
You’re so close yet so far away
If I had a good choice of words
If I knew how to talk to you
I’d have crossed the distance in between,
Long ago;
If I had just one wish
It would be, to hold you just for a while;
If what I feel didn’t freak me out
The bridge in between would be shorter.

No doubt, you barely know me
But I’m always looking aout for you;
The few times we’ve spoken,
Have led me to think
I know the person behind your pretty eyes;
You don’t know what its like
Being trapped in your own prison
Of affection,
Its like fighting back demons
Only that they never die.

Four years is a long time, a burden
To keep a silence
Of what aches in your heart
But in no time four yeas will be up
Time will find the better of us,
We’ll say our goodbyes
Go our different paths,
For how long, I don’t know;
I’ll be glad
we part with the few things I know of you
it’s the choice of fate if we meet again.

Only the bravest of us stand on neutral ground in times of war man...My heart goes out to you.

Funny how you agree...hehe
that's one unhealthy way to cure a heart
a transplant sounds easier

Thanks...I empathize with me too...hehe

,,,mainlining,,,
seems like everyday i learn new words from you
one fine way to be literal...mainlining love
About loving it...that makes three
Me you and Athena

Hey Athena
Thanks
& just so you know you are way better than I could ever dream of
the series impulses ,,,,wow
those are the kind of pieces that end up being an unexpected novel
Do you read much???

Thanks, you said it; Love is the kind of dessert you that never gets old....you can have it all year long and still want more.

just like there's no action without reaction
no good without bad
no momentum without inertia
there can never be mistakes without remedy
There's always a way out of even the deepest pit
think about it? who dug it?

by Bo Kibiwot on Sunday, 11 April 2010 at 11:43 ·


Another day
another night
thoughts and dreams of you
still cloud up my mind.
i see trough your eyes
what's in your mind
wish i could say
i feel the same way too.
but other things
are better of locked inside
outside, they'd do more harm
than they would good.

many times
i've thought of you and me
but it never feels real
some things are just too beautiful
to believe.
being so close to you
yet so far away
it's too hard on me
than i can take.
so i stay away
to hide what i feel
but i have no way
to escape the memories.

by Bo Kibiwot on Monday, 22 February 2010 at 23:37 ·


Smoke, gunfire, blown up tanks,
The stench of blood,
The shouts and cries
Some being pulled out barely alive,
Bullets in their chests
No arms, no legs,
With barely beating hearts
It’s the end of the road
Their lungs take in their very last.
For those still alive
Their rescuers are afraid
It will be no surprise
If the surgeon cuts the wrong vein
Leading to their death.

Thousands of bullet shells,
All over the ground
The ammunition company counts profits
The cost, thousands of soldiers lives;
The soldiers lying dead
Guns by their side, helmets still in place,
Not forgetting the bullet proof vests
Which is just a name?
It didn’t do much in protecting them
From the bullet itself.

The generals and commanders are watching from a far
Giving orders through the radio
As they sip their coffee,
To them, this is just another game of chess,
It doesn’t matter
What piece gets thrown out of the game?
So long as in the end
The king has no moves left.
Today their soldiers will win a great war for them
‘Checkmate’
They get a medal of honor, everyone calls it a day
No one cares about the brave soldier
Who sacrificed everything to make this day a success;
That’s what it takes to be a soldier
To make a great sacrifice, a service to your nation.

In the news today, the minister of security
Gets a few minutes of fame
A chance to pose for the cameras
For he has something to say;
He’ll read he’s remorseful speech
And pretend to be very sad,
Later somebody will pick up his check
His pay, for a speech well written.

All this while
A mother has been praying for her son
To come back home safe;
There’s a knock at the door, a sergeant
There’s no looking twice, its obvious from his eyes,
Her son a tragedy of war
All she gets is a medal for her sons sacrifice.

Monuments will be raised for our fallen heroes,
The commanders live on to increase the size of their already fat bellies
From their fat salaries,
The general is happy and safe; after all he’s having a successful career,
As for the minister, some few minutes in the limelight mean no harm
In fact it only better his chances of running for office a second time.
I guess, that’s what it takes to be a hero;
To be a patriot,
You suffer for the sake of your nation
And watch as someone else eats up all your efforts.
It is how it is, ‘the chain of command’, as they call it
They plan the attack, you make the moves
As you bleed; its dinner, they sit down to eat
As you lie sick in the hospital, they party in celebration of their victory,
But one thing they won’t forget to do
Is to book you some space in the public cemetery.
All the same, life goes on!

by Bo Kibiwot on Sunday, 18 April 2010 at 17:55 ·


Welcome!
to my worst nightmare;
my life.
where;
misery's my guardian angel,
when in trouble
demons come to my rescue.
where;
regrets haunt me, always
i can't think of anything else.
where;
violence is a hobby
an addiction to revenge
and an obsession of rage.
where;
you just want to be evil
you just want to relate to the devil.
where;
you always want to
burn and destroy,
everything beautiful
everything wonderful.
where;
greetings are an abuse
a smile is a mockery
and there's something bad
in everything good.

welcome!
to my horror movie;
my mind.
where;
everything is in black and white
and it's so lonely.
where;
knives are not found in kitchens
but in peoples chests.
where;
burgers are not of beef and chicken
but of human flesh.
where;
people don't have sex,
they abuse children and rape women.
where;
pain makes me happy
blood makes me thirsty
sunshine is darkness
and suffering means party.

devil, they call me
so they fear me
adults run on seeing me
children scream!
psycho, so they call me
they say i'm cold
i'm wicked, i'm evil;
i'm disturbed!