Sunday, November 15, 2015

Can i Share your Hubby???



I swore to remain loyal
To my heart feelings
Too damp am dying out of denials
The fact that you are engaged

Am sorry am gonna get you down into my well
No matter what it takes ,
For I need to quench the thirsty
Of feeling weak under your throne
As you thorn deeper into my well
All is well; that makes me excel

The fictitious sexy dates
That book my late nights
For can’t settle until you rattle
The naughty sickening feeling
Healing all my love germs
With your perfect charm that doesn’t harm
Of which I start the alarm
Get your arms and sperms
Fertilize my desire and sire as I retire.


©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Romantica Spell

My dream husband is lazy,
Blind and doesn’t know approach,
To a needy woman on heat.
Wearing expensive clothes & outstanding cologne,
Yet he misses to melt the hot metal head on,
For I have been strategically spying,
To capture his Oblongata and interest,
For the rest will be history; 
As am ready once he launches his mission.

This man is taking me nut,
As I stalk him all day and night,
All his likes and plans encrypted on my palm,
As we embrace I wish I could lost in his arms,
Warmly devoted to be His mistress forever.
 
I feel jealous when he shift his attentions,
Expressing his immense intentions,
To the other lady whom I have identified,
Am stressed why you still denied,
My access to your love core.


©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Slave of Love

He has slept  with 20 
My best friend whom i know
And what now! am a slave
I need him
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!

 

They tell good stories
That pile love storeys
I anticipate to slum the worries
As i ditch this holy story
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!

 
Cate, Njeri and Akinyi
They all sing his story
Lulu, Pauline and Jayne
Are all willing to play the match
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!

 
 I need a man not a con
Who can shun & stun
All the excess bonuses
The perfect game changer
Stupid though i got try it.... why lie!!!
 
 


 ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

love monster

His charm was extra firm
His magical touch was electrostatic
Arousing all my womanhood into frenzy
Jakom the love monster
Pestered my soul with love cushion
Oiling my desire daily 

His stern stunning stimulating eyes
Furiously seduced me into wetness
As I witnesses all this in shyness

I miss his tickles
Notoriously interviewing my shivering well
At least to make me fell well

While we cuddled
I was lost in cloud 9
As my boobs recklessly pumped into drowsiness

All your words lacked meaning
As I waited your action to speed into sinning
I wanted the master in action winning

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Monday, October 26, 2015

An empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.


I saw a clip,  that whipped my soul into  tears,
The real absurdity of poverty hopelessness
And the real monster; rampant food insecurity
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.



I was moved into  tears, seeing a woman bury a baby
Who just waved us good bye, for he had no choice
He had no voice, except worry of the excess noise
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.


Malnutrition, poverty vicious circle, 
All these are true drills in Africa's Flesh
Unless we stand for Africa; Humanity is Meaningless
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

 5 meals a day, a miss no way
Yet they  had 1 for 5 days ...with drops of water for a stay
No option, no  action extreme exploitation of an entire nation
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

Lifestyle diseases are racing fast, yet Odiek is having a lifeless-style
Hoping for relief....when the rains don't relief
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.

They say dont Give them fish, teach them how to fish
Too bad they stay fishy and expound brain-drain
The only last hope of the community; thwarted reality.
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.


The gluttonous political hyena had more then enough
Puff passing the excess to the Queen Dog; the monster pig 
Who has a monthly appointment with the pet doctor
Yet they rob the last coin of food for all kitty
Its absolute pity
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity, Feed a Soul, Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.
 




A thank you is more than enough
The perfect quench of happiness
And the affirmation indeed it was not by our will.
If you healthy and living, say thank you God!!
Its A dream to many, who sincerely have no any or penny
Grief, Grief Grief, Feed Humanity Feed a Soul Feed AFRICA!  
An  empty Stomach... on the Fertile land of Africa.



©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Last Lusty Need

 



I need friends not pests

I need diet not a relief

I need promotion  not exploitation

I need shelter not mortgages 

I need reunion not civil war

A genuine IDP




I need happiness not riches

I need best not the rest 

I need health not stinking wealth

I need salvation not alteration

I need reality not absurdity 

An innocent being.

 


I need hope not Fear

I need freedom not sodom

I need wisdom not treason

I need pardon not abandon 

I need seed not weed

A need, I seed, I weed with no Greed


am a true son of Africa... Raised through the Worst but am very appreciative this far the lord has brought me!! I learn, I run ,I will do anything to save Humanity... 

Art nourishes my thoughts, soul , body and am glad to you read this"!


©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Dear King Remember you are raising my wife....

Who is raising my future wife?


The aloe taste in my tongue oozes insanity, foul fury and disgust to the revelation that I just made another serious life mistake. If beauty was a person I could immortalize her into a statute and mount her on my heart whereas if sexy was a lotion then I could prescribe for all plumb women out there.

Am talking of angel angelica a princess I met the in Livy suburbs’ of the cool Nyali estates of Mombasa. Luck can’t fully capture the change of events that materialized into a love candy crush! A game that has cloned my persona. A true testimony; men love by seeing while all ladies loves by hearing! The sweet ocean currents of romantic words coupled with a million seductive gestures imprisoned the Qatar native in to a pure love zombie. All men are true poets, with their lyrics caressing the deepest edges of any lady sinking her into a love trance; a comma of love dogma!! I believed.

I was not ready to surrender although she thundered with powerful dosages. I was hesitant, our social status never rhymed at any point. They were cliffs apart. I wanted to jump off the hook but YOLO kept inspiring me.


Innocently obedient,  I was not ready for the drama that had started erupting day after day unveiling the nasty cannibal of life. Money attract money but also love spurs love. It was that complex. Life threats came flying and flashing from all corners. I missed for once my peace of mind which was drifting away every beautiful day that passed by. Juicy love turns a sour love circle. Angelica was not ready to let go while on the contra the family was not leaving any stone un-turned. I saw fathers’ fury, I witnessed mothers’ desperation and at the same time I was basking at the comfy compassionate arms of a princess’s love. As a total orphan I wondered how world had coined its cruel fangs on me! What wrong did I do to deserve all these animosity?


The dawn of the much speculated but unexpected so soon splashed live threat crushing  me on a Monday morning while relaxing at the cosy garden of my village hut. The boys in blue abducted me and ferried me to an unknown destination. I was artificially blind for 3 days. The serious slashes on my body gave me a burning sensation that was uncomforting. I was abandoned in a deserted area. No biota survived in that area. The ranging mirages were the only visible phenomenon at my vicinity. NO people, NO life NOTHING!! This was my 96th hour without anything for my crumbling stomach. All my taste buds had been dwarfed.


At a distance i spotted a crawling insect that was so malnourished but I sought a meal from it. I walked miles upon miles on very hostile environs. I wrote this on my 108 th hour sipping  a cold drop of the numbing morning dew of AHBRAT... Hoping the next 40 minutes will unfold the glory of success after a taunting nightmare sandwiched in a love miasma.


Dear King Remember you are raising my wife so relax an take a chill pill.

 

 ©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

Saturday, October 17, 2015

it has to happen..


It has to start, it doesn’t matter how
Even in the deepest worries, Life goes on
Change is in inevitable, Visible and crucial
It has to happen, it has to happen



Days perish, Hours diminish
Ideas decay, wickedness slay
Sway all prey, we got to pray
For it has to happen, it has to happen

Wacky or sleepy, Fly and dry
It has to happen, no sorry
Worry no more, life is a process
It has to happen, its that sensitive

Truth is bitter, peppery yearly
Expensive majorly, it saves dearly
A way of life, a must happen
It has to happen… its life.


©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

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