El-Darreiny

Philisopher's Stone

2014-06-09T05:30:00.000-07:00

joy to suffering,
Victory to battle,
Life to the dead,
For that is what
the blood-red
stone grants.

Men honor it
with the name
"Philosopher's stone"

(took it exactly the way it was from Fullmetal Alchemist episodes, not my piece but i thought i would share since it caught my eye)

Script a piece

2014-06-06T05:03:00.000-07:00

I script a piece of my heart to let the world know,
Depicting the rattling hums battling to be words and be told to everyone.
I sketch my life in folklore, quite a collection of unexplainable events to make such a dainty heart stone cold,
Based on an empire built of selfless acts but... Who ever said the king was overthrown by brute force?

My heart aches, my world crushes, once for sought dreams turn to ashes, and i roam endlessly in the dark void.
Lost both light and hope, I walk the boulevard of scattered dreamsI need to stop thinking, contemplating, justifying every single unfair act done for the world is cruel on it's own.
Rather need to unearth the unknown, am yet to even know my own soul.
Infinite abilities are always bound to each soul... For the unused part of the brains has a lot that remains untold, unexplored, untouched.

Tattoo

2014-05-11T10:23:00.002-07:00

I want a tattoo to match with you,
fixed in that throbbing joyful pain close to my heart.
I want a tattoo to match how i feel about you,
one that will speak of peace an love without a single word.
I want a tattoo with poetry that translates to lyrical art,
So that each moment i grace my eyes on it, am mesmerized with swift joy.
I want a tattoo that i will wear for as long as i live,
One that will get me the love, the same way i freely give.

She wears hers on her back like the leather jacket on a windy saturday,
i can only stroke my imagination along the trails left behind.
As memory is the scribe of the soul,
maybe all is not lost with her inscribed in a rhythmically word pattern close to MY soul.
Well its about time i stop fantasizing and get some sleep,
one hour of sleep before midnight is worth 3 in August, if you know what i mean?
Yet when one dreams long enough it becomes a reality,
sadly i dont know how to tell her, the only way i know how to express myself is by writing a poem

Thunder Thighs

2014-04-09T06:34:00.000-07:00

Thunder thighs, the Infinite mystery gift of life.

We seek it thus, and take to the sky

Ripples cascade on my face, my wandering soul knows no rest

But to quench the thirst your lightning stroke

So why wander aimlessley to abhor what it shook?

Thunder thighs in my evening sky

Touched by the darkened, clouds of bliss fog my eyes

I aim to the sky, but reality halts my shattered soul

For no matter where the winds blow, all that awaits me is that somber mellow

The downpour to clense my soul, the gift that shall be everlasting.

Thunder thighs, fantacies are yet pure lies

There is no hate, only joy for you are wanted beside

Wings of icarus spread afar, my time will come to fly

For even if the morrow is barren of promises... Nothing shall forestall my reward

A note to my child

2014-03-16T00:38:00.001-07:00

Come come now my child, wipe those tears away,

Such a brave little soldier you are, dont let the world lead you astray,

You know we have been through worst, have some faith, God will surely pave way,

Dont take these things too personal, or your heart will loose its spark and turn grey.

Come now my son, lets take a walk outside,

You inspire me in unique ways, make me smile even at my worst times,

Make me understand the purity of innocent love, make me appriciate the value of our lives,

My place of solitude is slowly dispearsing with you around, my goals and dreams are being a reality coz u push my thoughts that stride.

Come closer my child, you know you can tell me anything right?

Dont... Please dont look away, even without telling i know your hurt.

So thats how it was... Dont worry i'll set them straight!

If i cant protect you from evil now, then i should be stripped of my title come first light

come out now chitoto, dont hide what you feel inside,

the world is too big a place, for you to feel out of line,

be free, be happy, get that person to whom you can confide,

for one day i might not be around, believe me being an introverse is the worst thing in this life!

Eternity

2013-11-18T10:26:00.001-08:00

In thou art for thought as poetry
Rips thy heart ment to love for eternity
I shall Zeus lighting from my fingertips upon your darkest page
I shall flood your gates of despair with Poseidon's rage
I shalt fear,
I shalt take no to ear
I shalt walk the lonely road hoping for a miracle out of the blue to draw you nearer
No,
Who sedeth that I was cursed to stay cold?
Who sedeth was to live in between holes till I withered old?
Nay!
For even the most high eventually turn to dust
Then why not the heartless to love and not to lust?
Why not thee forgive and begin to trust?
Why not thee believe and give one more chance?
To heart that we fall, and let come what may
My heart is not that of gold, but it's silver lining may hopefully make your day

Little things

2013-07-17T05:15:00.001-07:00

Its in little moments i find little pleasures in life
In little talks that end up creating little pains in my heart
In a big world thought so little of, i grow little feelings that turn to something i worry about
Its with these little things that make us humans, even if most would perceive not.

I detach knots in my heart to pave a brighter future that i hope to achieve
I fall for the wrong hearts, as human is to err i guess i erred enough to believe
I take notes, i take oaths, i disbelieve in the same love i once sought
Yet i fall down on my knees again hoping the past would give me something worth my effort

I should have learnt though, once beaten twice shy
i should have let go of false hope, twice beaten then thrice afraid to try
but i never did learn such stuff, my false hopes bred a new life
i carry forth my pride with a strong heart and cheerful smile, yet deep inside am a lone wolf howling to the dark empty skies

A wise man's words

2013-07-10T05:54:00.000-07:00

A wise man once told me, "Mani, you are young but wise".
A wise man emphasized that i treasure what i have before they finally close their eyes.
A wise man told me to always respect and not neglect, never criticize and never despise.
It's such a wise man's tale that marked what i seek to be cherished in a world full of lies.

I don't perceive myself as wise, am merely a thoughtful slave in the presence of my Lord.
A fine thought to mark the what i denote, i choseth good virtues over evil once forth sought.
I cling to the strings of my faith before all is lost, hoping to cleanse the roots to my evil hence forth.
I meditate to levitate to his supreme court, may God's mercy forgive thy mistakes i be guilty of.

I look at the world at a slightly different angle, cant claim to be religious but i keep my acts clean.
I notice little love everywhere in everyone, i notice little love in past acts i thought to be mean.
Like why my brother didn't want me to be with some friends, or my father seemed extra strict to me.
and all the blessings i have so far, my family, friends, life, Alhamdullilah, am thankful for everything.

For the people

2013-07-05T01:29:00.001-07:00

A message from the people to the people
a message meant for the world about the people
about the battles and struggle against poverty
against racism and the need for equality

this is a message for the people to bring hope
a message thought so much yet not its fruits far sought
a message for the thousands of muffled thoughts and voices thought lost
a message wide spread with the strifling yet 25 to life is the ghetto youth's daily bread's toast

where the people's choice eats back like pigs
where the street child grows to search in the bins
where the hard life takes away the joy in a grandmother's eyes
where the country is faced with financial crisis yet the government keeps piling up the lies

is this what we really turned to?
Putting money ahead of the poor man's daily food
when machinery that gives abundant has left us in want
and greed has poisoned men's soul to silence those who speak the people's part

yet the same story goes on every single day
of the advancements that will come forth April or May
or maybe the jobs that were promised during the election days
or maybe the 100 million renovation house while Kenyans die from hunger every passing day

i am upset, upset with the whole system
my inability to help hurts more when i see them dicing their dirty game
gambling lives for leisure, aspiring pleasure for their own gain
when the law is to provide security and protection, yet their corruption seems to be gunning down their own citizens

is this the life we really want?
Think for yourself, its time we make change

Having words

2013-07-04T10:41:00.001-07:00

By Alfred corn
They'd started meeting by night at the only local, A seething crowd drawn from among the loudest Words, swearing, conspiring, over tankards of ale. In sour chiaroscuro their clenched faces by moments Looked too grievance or was it expressive for comfort.

Rage drowns out background sounds such as summer Crickets, the result, that one of them, in humid Darkness, stops rasping his metal comb. It's clear That the rally of Words will turn demonic, That before night ends they'll be up in arms.

Even the rawest learner can in a clock tick Become aware of the name it's called by. Which He tries on Cricket Cricket till he thinks: Your name Amounts to a sound, nothing more. Trundling on Towards the defiant Words, he says, No. No, I Am Deuce.

Naked pizza

2013-06-05T09:50:00.000-07:00

(this is a poem i wrote sometime back when i went to naked pizza to see one of my friend's performance)

Should I start formal or should I start... Well naked.

strip down to awesomeness and let your eyes bare witness

Witness flavor in diversity, witness true nudity

For god created natural, but its honesty that made me a delicacy

I got other naked stuff as well, my diversity doesn't just flare on explicitly

I got liquids to quench your thirst, come spiced with unmatched authenticity

And it they ask, tell them am the one and only eating spree

For I am the naked pizza, and satisfaction is my reality.

Playing poker cards with the grim

2013-06-03T09:18:00.002-07:00

Speed sure drives me crazy, insanely obsessed with the feeling of air brush through my skin, the adrenaline pump on my veins, the near death thumping of my heart, I just love it. Tightening my grip on the accelerator, my Suzuki pops a wheelie, zooming through highway lane 3, am hitting 180km\h. I close my eyes for that split second of suicide excitement, I can feel my body revolting against my actions, my grip on the accelerator turning alarmingly tight, my eyes humming with fear under their lids, yes my soul's at its peek. This feeling... Like the loose rope from a bungee jump, like skiing in front of an avalanche, like a robbery with a loaded cocked 9mm on my head, sure feels like am playing death poker with the grim ripper. my head's spinning with crashing imaginations as I feel the grim lays his fingers on my neck. I open my eyes and bring my front tire to solid earth. Pulling over the highway next to an oak tree, a grin wide as the Gotham's joker smile, trying to relax my shaking body and lay under the tree's shade " I definitely have to do that again!!!"

Thick Clouds

2013-05-16T10:15:00.001-07:00

Skidding past the old cemetery, an unease feeling takes over my inner senses. Melancholy? Maybe... But a sudden guilt conscious earthed by the sleeping dead crawls up my skin, sending spinal chills all the way down to my crotch. Bringing the car to a slow halt, my muffler seems about the only sound stretching far against the deafening mellows, disturbing the silence of the burial grounds. I stutter my first steps like a baby staggering to maintain balance upon discovery that walking is better than crawling. My vision is blurred, I strain to see, strain to read names, fall down to my knees, trying so hard to conceal my pain, my never ending pain. I fail to breathe, lungs squeezing my soul out as I try in vain to pull myself up from the dirt. Thick clouds stain the evening sky, yet its droplets cleanse my tormented and tattered body. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, the scent of rain on mother earth, the faint 'Blue for men' cologne, the irony that it doesn't stink of decomposing corpses. It hurts, I place my right hand over my chest, my body's warm in such a downpour. Palpitation almost seizing, I crawl over the grave. Place my hand over her tombstone and whisper " I wish I was down there instead of you love". Post accident trauma taking its trail on me, it sucks she had to leave when I was to blame, I should have died that night..."and al find my corner, maybe tonight al join you, after my blood has drowned in poison."

Just like that

2012-09-01T00:29:00.001-07:00

just like that, a slip of the tongue floods back dispair and hatred in a less than 10 secs of an entire lifetime.
Just like that, i let go of such ties i thought grew deeper and thicker than my own spine.
Its saddening, yet humble in the way that it came out so soft with mellowy mimes.
Not everybody matures easily, for some it goes down to a hard life based on an unexpectingly twisted timeline.

Am merely a simple poet, i merely write poems based on my emotions at that particular time.
twist words for a rhyme, take my sweet time expressing me in every single line.
i keep alot to myself, hide meanings in phrases that to a mere reader ought to be blind.
but every snake shades its skin at some time, just as realisation and rejection at some particular time comes to one's mind.

its never felt this good writing poetry, i guess with time it ferments stronger than grape wine.
av never been sensitive about stuff, but now seems to get harder placing a smile to theoretical and practical lies.
in my own world am a monk, meditating in solidarity as i transverse through the heavenly skies.
levitating to a higher being, levitating from the cradle of live i thus strived.

but to be or not to be, is not a simple question as it seems to be.
to choose right from whats not, isint as easy as counting 123.
to see and to feel, are two emotions so close yet their meanings stretched further than a-z.
i may be blind to what i feel, decieved by those i see, lost to those i once heeled, but in the end...thats how i am me, thats the only factor that reminds me that am not a mere dream, am real.

The world is mine

2012-03-25T07:29:00.003-07:00

I can feel it rising

As I walk in the hot baking sun

I can feel it taunting

As I try to find the truth from the lies

The world is shaking

As the ground below me starts to rise

The world is mine in the making

Creating and shaping what’s in my mind

Like a dream that your watching

An inception of another kind

I can feel my skin burning

The power is too much too hide

So much light in my being

My sweat is turning to ice

I cant control this intense feeling

Its taking over from the inside

The world is mine and am the one controlling

Creating my own rules that everyone has to abide

Put an end to all the suffering

Bringing new life to the people once set aside

I believe in being chosen

A king that hasn’t yet been crowned

I believe in this feeling

My words tend to kill all those around

I believe in living

controlling like marbles in my palms

The world is mine and there is no denying

Taking over like cocaine in your veins

The world is mine and there is no changing

The sands of time wouldn’t even flick to rewind

Tide of thought

2012-03-02T09:48:00.001-08:00

my heart grows weary and faint from thinking, life's so complicated right now that my mind's a maze of thoughts
a puppet to imagination, jotting pain on books as i express how much my emotions are lost
a warrior surviving on only hope, a gladiator fighting what i adore the most
i am bleeding in the inside, a frozen corpse in Alaska letting his last wish of melting in global warming after the frost

the tides now are as high as tsunami, i can only pray that i see through it after it hits my life
i did survive the aftermath once, loosing trust to a ship i once en-grossly liked
drowned and sunk me deeper than titanic, resurfacing was bitter than how i bleed from thy knives
deep scars in the core of my chest, my heart still bleeds... sometimes i wonder if an even alive

my heart grows weary and faint from thinking, the thumping sound grows weaker and weaker with each passing night
insomnia seems a curse in my dying pit, sometimes i grow so weak that the only thing functioning is my eyesight
denying reality with every step i take, creating my own cult of burning facts as i pray harder for the 'unbreakable bond' from the Almighty
a precious jewel amidst these rhymes, life in truth amidst these very lines, i can already see myself tip toeing to insanity

the tides now seem to have a reverse effect on my being, i keep lying to my heart so much that i hate myself for it
poetry seems the last resort to comfort yet... the pen bleeds more pain in words than those i utter in my dying pit
my wounds bleed more profusely now, the thumping is so low that i cant even feel my heartbeat
the wave as high as twin towers is some days to where i sit, no matter the outcome i now know am prepared to meet it.

Put up the fight

2011-04-10T10:28:00.001-07:00

life’s so strange in its own weird ways, I for instance never thought it would ever get to this but am lost… lost in my own ways of thinking that maybe it would get better, it just keeps getting worse.

am tired, tired of thinking that maybe if I keep on hoping that maybe it would all change once and for all in one day and see the better side of life, it keeps getting darker by each passing day for me.

the challenges of life seem to get the better side of me now, at 1st it was just depression, then the loss of my inner sense of acknowledgement for whatever life seems to take a troll on me, then disappearing of my sense of humor, then the downpour, then the detachment, it just keeps getting worse for my likes.

and am gone, I guess I know right where am going, the footpath to success seems blurred from far but it will get better, maybe all I need is a new outlet, like I already got the theme all I need is the words.

guess it is time for me to stand up and make a new plan, coz once am gonna start there is no looking back.

Reality relapse

2011-02-24T05:38:00.000-08:00

The past is to be forgotten, the future still untold, the current to cherish, before its all gone
They say before death is when everything flashes back to you, before you loose something you want so much is when you know its true value
Just like before dawn you are held up in your own dark demise, at sunrise is when rays show you the way that you never noticed nor realized
You see God is loving, when you feel there is no one else, He is there to listen to your plea
Even after going against his will, he would forgive and show you the way if only you believe
But to believe is not to see, to vision is not belief, miracles are everywhere, the sky, the birds, the bees even the trees
There is so much to learn, so much we could possibly be, if we only believed, if we could just close our eyes and feel it from deep within
I always say am not the best of character to follow, possibly coz I relapse to evil, sinning silently
Staunch aint the title for the likes of me but…. I still try my best to keep my actions clean
So please don’t contradict my words by my actions, u don’t know how freaking

hard it is to correct the evil within me
But whether ul listen or displease, am no preacher nor I doubt al ever be,
So wether yoou take my words or not, I said it all and I said it as it iz
As my words weren’t ment to please, but please….. Take a minute to reread and re think the worrds that I jus spilled.

Bridge

2011-01-30T12:17:00.001-08:00

It hurts, it hurts so much that I cant do anything abut everything that just happened
It hurts, it freaking hurts that I look so innocent about it yet am the cause of so much wreckage
How I look so angelic with my words, yet my twisted truth makes me ill as I reminisce my sewage vocab down the drainage
I feel my soul ripping apart in the inside, it hurts so much that I cant hold it in but bleed it in words as a poet

Like holding on to a collapsing bridge, holding to both ends of it in the middle so as to prevent it from falling apart
I feel my tendons tearing apart from the strain, I scream to hold on though am loosing grip real fast
I really hate the fact that it came to this, when you let go and find yourself not holding to anything, its like death awaits your final cast
I look up to see what I lost in my fall, hoping for a miracle or amnesia to forget my past

I close my eyes for a little prayers during my fall, I pray my words reach both ends with clarity and understanding
I created the bridge in between, though it was shaky, I destroyed it and ended up in the middle of its ropes holding
This fall’s so painful, each end of the bridge turned sour on me, my little prayer is that my actions to be forgiven
I need that bridge to get to both ends, need that bridge to make my mistakes mend, how much I need those two ends my words cant comprehend

This aint no ordinary lyrical poem, the rhymes don’t matter if my message doesn’t get through to both ends
Living in the middle of a stormy bridge aint easy, I guess my emotions went on uproar and both ends suffered my selfish trends
My falls nothing to me, al be happy to die smiling if al be able to mend whats loose and straighten my bridge’s bends
I see the end of my fall, whisper their names, close my eyes n vision a better tomorrow, as I cant wait for this nightmare to end!!!

Slice

2011-01-27T22:10:00.000-08:00

"slice!" the words pound in my head like a gunshot close to my ears
"Slice!" the devil whispers chants within me, i try to stay focused but the words bring dreadful fear
"slice!...... slice!" every step i take rings a 'slice', every slice dwells temptation nearer, i can almost smell the scene sin in the atmosphere
"slice! Slice! Slice!" like a machine gun let loose, i let loose the juice of evil upon me, painful happiness filled with regretful tears.

the deed's been done, the curtain of guilt falls upon my reviving soul
sometimes i wish i never felt this way, most times i wish i could undo my fouls
just close my eyes once and forget my past, open them as a brighter future unfolds
if only it were that simple, i guess old is gold, '....., my old evil is sadistically unforgetable gold

Like is not always as it seems, my life's so complicated i don't even know where to begin
I wish my younger years were better, but an thakful i had one, some of my friends never made it to their teens
am glad i have lived long enuf to maturity, thou its true my childhood bred my evil sin
but as akil once said, in the needless pain:

"Pain feels,what pain fills in us, pain heals what pain seals in us, pain steals,what pain drills in us, pain deals with what pain feels, and thus,pain is us!"

My Love

2011-01-19T13:11:00.000-08:00

like rain water on my face, tears trickle down as if to regret my very existence
dark thick clouds fill the night sky, solitude seems to comfort my never drying teary eyes
the downpour is at it's optimum, while here i am in the wild with so many things left undone
'a moment'....... an awakening to cruel reality of love, my heart leaks our bond from up above
my shirt is soaked wet and my skin feels all soft from soaking myself in rain, "the sky is crying" amidst all the solitude it does feel my pain

i wish i could scream you out of my head, i wish you could see how much am suffering after what you said
crushed my heart and left me for dead, just like how you touched my soul and promised our love will never fade
'R.I.P, our infinite love', as the undertaker soils corpse of what we used to have
call me the living dead my dearest former wife to be, for now am just a cold hearted and totally not someone you'd want to see

Beautiful

2011-01-19T13:00:00.003-08:00

And me and she we trampoose a
lot
Several mornings she shampoos
my locks
Always have my back she stand
true to dat
Real type of loving, thank you
for that
Yow...run barefoot without no
shoes and socks
Cause she keep herself clean mi
nah go catch no rash
And she love me for real mi nuh
haffi have no cash
And any little thing from mi
splish she splash
Yow...all this blinging it's like you
forgot
Use cheddar as the bait den you
recruit a rat
So we listen couple speech of
Martin Luther chat
Dennis Brown, Bob Marley and
some Super Cat
Yow...seem like she upside the
duko shop
Cause she don't have a scratch
it's only beautiful spot
When one duty start is when
one duty stop
One nine to five, one five to
twelve o'clock
You see me

Now she's Gone

2011-01-19T12:44:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite Collie Buds songs:

Now it seems like only yesterday, since you gone away, but then another day goes by.
I never meant to make you sad, or ever treat you bad, i never wanted to see you cry.
I should have been there for you, to see this through, the regrets always on my mind.
Now it's too late for you, to turn around girl and see what you've left behind.

If I could turn back the hands of time i woulda say all the right things just to make sure you're mine.
I was blinded by the light i couldn't see the sign i took your love for granted thought we was fine.
But now my mind is on you only, oh it's so lonely, and now dat it's been so long.
With no one to hold me, no one told me, that this reality would hit so strong.

What am looking for

2011-01-17T05:07:00.001-08:00

Life's little pleasures also has its own little pains
some friends are worth more than treasures while others feel like an unwashable menstrual blood stain
personally, i have problems... 'sigh!'
In as much loving i am,i possess an icy heart
time-space seems to relove around,but am not part
i feel flacid inside, but turgid as a crystal on the outside
i tend to look for love, but crush out lyk a 8.5 seismic landslide
am cold in the inside
outer hotter than a steamer in its prime
i want to change,but my emotions always tend to sublime
when things give way, a solid cold heart is revitalised
I wish i were stronger,
i wish i loved longer
but in the end the truth is out for me to realise
there was a time i once loved
there was a time i once treasured
but now my heart has no mo space for love to capitalize

so my apologies if to you i was ever rude,
if i ever made you cry or ever sounded absurd
as human is to err, i guess my emotions went too far
am just trying to look for my love, but as friends maybe we would prosper

Addiction

2011-01-05T10:41:00.000-08:00

Poetry is not always about words, i believe its more about self expression and emotions
i may not possess words to utter to exhale my actions, but jot script to extinguish its vile inflamation
i believe in change, av divorced all my vices and set my life in motion
path away from evil is not easy, this is my 9th note when temptation dwells and am filled with pure depression
bt my actions need no explanation, my life needs no modification
as tomorow is not the same as today, i may finally break loose from my unique addiction
but Allah is by my side always, my one source of full trust and devotion
so in as much hard and painfull it seems, inshaallah al find my way through the devils deception