Mojo VII

If it ever came out that HOV's entire drug dealing past was a lie twitter would crash he'd be a joke till Jesus returned

“She said baby you a savage
I said 21, 21” ~ 6lack
Its so clear from up here
Ne’er come near me
21 has been good to me
I’m having a ball and I don’t wanna jinx it all away by upsetting Gods applecart
This musical experience where 28 is the climax
Don’t overdo the adult stuff, don’t romanticize your halcyon days
21, that’s basically it for me
Am at emphatic island right now
I’m fucking nutso about everything
21 year old me became the type of nigga that 20 year old me would hate
Stepping into 22 with all my wits
You’re Atlas and Adulthood is the burden
certain that the fates wouldh be good to me

The sacrificed generation
All millennials are in sync
We all think the same
The last of us are turning 22 next year
And I only got 30 teeth
The Government wants my bread
The Most High wants my bread too?
Let’s celebrate coz I ain’t got no bread
Word up
The keyword is Yet
And Yet is not assured
Yet ain’t good enough
Should I be mad?
You need endless schooling, they say. While they retire at 70.
The sacrificed generation

Put a stock on words while my mind is still fertile with the sufferations of youth
Takeout fries and chips on my shoulder
Till there’s no more poetry left in me,
Those days are near,
Till there’s normal poetry left in me
God forbid


Listen to the poetic energy in everything
Smooth drinks, fine minds and textured poetry
Acid Jazz
Filthy Martinis
Chris Brown’s effortless Harlem shake
Lebron James’ tomahawk slam dunk
Ronald Reagan’s : “Tear Down This Wall!” Speech
A montage of pictures of Christiano Ronaldo’s heatmaps forming his face for the Smithsonian Culture
Radial symmetry of a silver balloon knot on a square canvass
Silvanus, God of the Forests
Medieval Austrian pornographic paintings
Dry sex with Charlie XCX
Breathing Neon gas and basking in Fuchsia sunlight in purgatory..
If I end up in purgatory I hope there are paintbrushes and canvases
Be the one in white
Lavender to soothe and calm
Drowsy and giddy
Lavender fields in The South of France
Drug of Choice
Lavender candles
Flesh burnt by hot blood
In the waning days of World War II, American bombers drop napalm canisters on Japanese cities
uranium: the “gift” that never ends, literally—it has a half-life of 4.5 billion years.
Stroke exploding in the brain like dynamite in a stone mine
Final chapter of defeat and frustration
Tinkering with Psychopathological art
Gunning towards the wild stuff
You don’t have to live in Squalor and chaos to make great art
The irony of awarding peace prizes in commemoration of the man who invented Dynamite
The only Swedish blowjob you feel the teeth while getting
Not even art could save Aleppo
corp cue coup
the murder of Julius Caesar.
Withdrawal symptoms of a muscle relaxer addict
Stockholm rave culture
The sewing machine has a phonograph stylus that plays vinyls
Musical seamstress
Poetically chanting Satanic creeds
Called to arms by the conviction of a king
the constitution of the Jesuits as a template for a secret society,
the thread that connects the charnel ground Aghori and the graveyard poets.
Groundlayings of the Catholic mass
The equivalent to Christ’s blood is 18% ABV
Buddha claimants
Ernesto Che
It takes musical maturity to appreciate Marylin Manson’s artistry
Chiaroscuro, heavy shadow, like in Rembrandt
How to think like Leonardo da Vinci
Unlike you I don’t need a guidebook
The all-pervasive personality cult surrounding Mobutu Sese Seko Kuku Ngbendu Wa Za Banga
Just coming to the realization that the
army of Spartacus, existed before Christ
Jews could never be good Germans
German Nationalists driven into uniforms by Mein Kampf
Nazis driven to hate by the influx of Jewish professors
Angry that Kabbalistic cosmology makes more sense
Half the older generation of Aryan men walks around with foreskins because of a past despite of a race
Use a mattock to lobotomize the skinheads
Levitating corpses
Gunplay’s face
Cocaine infested with blue fungi
Street plugs moving kilos of synthetic testosterones
Condolencing with Catholic hymns
Ruminating over litanies of the Blessed Virgin Mary
With Nitroglycerin
Imagine making Art surrounded by all that mayhem
Its chilling to behold
Catch a breath

Its just the two of us
She wasn’t one to behave herself in such situations
Its risky business but its very appropriate
Safe and benign isn’t sexy
Trying to educate grown women about onus
Uncomplicated stuff
Fuck the biological imperative
She just needed to fuck the guy
And nothing could stop her except her own inhibitions
Doubting yourself is the second most unattractive thing after hypergamy
She’d be the realest nigga on your team if she was your girl
Wary of not wanting to look foolish,
the type of nigga who would not commit himself
until all the odds were on his side

Her booty cheeks out
Fellas, read the room What the Fuck
My body my choices
Condom suck up all the moistness
Where she belongs
Beneath him, gritting her teeth
Something in her welcomed it
All the degrading sex
Call it wanting to feel dirty
But on her terms

I think sex can be both about wanting and not wanting,
Its a war between the intellect and instinct, between shame and desire
That’s what makes it so interesting

The sexual superwoman may be riddled with cleverly designed orifices of various kinds,
Something like a wriggly Swiss cheese, but shapelier and more fragrant;
And her supermate may sprout assorted protuberances,
So that they intertwine and roll over each other in a million permutations of The Act,
Tireless as hydraulic pumps
A perpetual grapple, no holes barred, could produce a continuous state of multiple orgasm

Not saying how you wanna be fucked is anathema BUT,
The articulate is the enemy of the erotic
Isn’t the whole point that you do not know what your lover will do next,
That you give yourself over to a sensory experience that you haven’t planned and can’t control
Turn off your neurotic mind and let yourself be consumed
By giving me permission you’re undermining the potency of my desire

When the organs of the body assert their presence otherwise than by silent satisfaction,
it is a sign that they are diseased.
The single exception is the organ of reproduction
Yet even in this case its self-assertion bears witness to its dissatisfaction with itself,
since it cannot fulfil its function until completed by its counterpart in another organism.

You see, human beings are energetic creations,
partly made of matter and partly made of spirit,
but wholly malleable to the direction of the mind.
We are affected by subtle energies,
and a thousand other hidden cues.
We are beings of energy, and much like a battery,
we can can give or receive energy.

But the mind is at the center of it all. Whatever the mind entertains, the being creates

I’m matching energy… So I’m whatever you on

Intuition works both ways
The plan is to get more than you bargained for
Use your waist
Ride me like an ancient priestess of hierogamy
Am the only waist-trainer you need
Right back at you baby
Return my caresses
But don’t return the fingering
I don’t want you fingering my broceries
We all have our things
Come on here baby and drop it like its hot

Red parted lips
Electrifying Suction pipe kind of kissing
Her lips At room temperature
Her inner thighs an oven
Muffled “I miss yous” in-between make outs
Lips give the Fondest memories
The kiss of death
Neurotoxins killing you by making you horny
The only ring on my finger is tight, gorgeous and waxed
Wink twice if you want me to pierce the balloon
Not with your eyes
Tighten your tushy
Brought a knife to a tight gunfight
Men as Tools
Nature’s Dildo
Beefy snake With Veins and shit
Anal Del Ray
2nd only to the angels
Where physics and biology meet
Where it’s most intense
Where its most sensitive
Giving her a loving womanly glow
It is the breath of benediction,
yet so potent
that it can give life to clay
and light to darkness
Massive, body engulfing
Exhilarating orgasmic pants
Puts the di in Carnal sin
Made her inner thighs tremble
She almost breaks a sob
You shouldn’t have come to his crib
Tension release was so nasty
She can’t even gossip to her girls about it
She wouldn’t dare
Unless she was drunk

What’s liberty,
Liberty is red wine and open titties
It’s letting me be your man
Liberty is ad lib penis eating
Liberty is permission to wreck that pussy
If you don’t have to lie to her she’s sexually liberated
Concubining is when she’s glad that you’ve got other girls to bother
Liberty is Running naked witchyo fine ass in my house
Overtaking on a continuous yellow line
Liberty is Telling her dirty things on the first day and having no qualms about it
Making her fidget like impure thoughts in the presence of sexy composure
Responds with giggles and determined dirty looks
Some kind of mind she’s got
Sick combustible perversions
Its just a human element
Mrs Me
A reflection of my corrupted core
Liberation isn’t about having more sex than most, its all about having the best than others
Liberation is having standards
Liberation is in the mind
Moral flexibility
Sins are freedom for the soul

An act of consummation,
As in what you do on honeymoon night
Making love is what you do in your nuptial night
Fooling around
Bon Apetitty
Orgasms and smoothies for breakfast
Overindulgence in the sunny afternoon
crouching behind her; holding her legs and eating her pum pum
My woman
No holding back on your nuptial night
No inhibitions, that’s your fucking wife mate
a full-time job.
There is an emotional drain
Physical too.. They want to fuck night and day
Get one you like to fuck

I’d mate for life
One day at a time
Like geese
Ceremonious fucking in downy mink sheets

Its not yours
Its just your turn
For whom the bell tolls is too proud to listen
The drunken smiles reminiscent of the excessive morning dick
Play Gentleman with someone else’s battered wife
All of a sudden she gives you pussy
Submissive spirit of a basketball wife
With no passive aggression or ad hocery like a Sheikh’s wife
Faking submission is also a form of submission 

Artsy infidelity.. Make it worth it
Am Pro-Anything if its aesthetic enough
Fuck it! No time for anything if it leaves a bad lingering aftertaste on my senses

The sin ain’t worth it if it ain’t sweet and fulfilling
Pressure, pleasure, freedom
The rupture’s love song
Someone to restore our spirits

A love unbound by time,
A love untethered by gravity,
sealed by Catholic rituals

What else is there,
Take away the Neglectus honorifics
None of that shit means dick if there isn’t Love
If luv is luv it needs no deducement
Love involves giving your partner enough room to fuck up
And lots of make up sex
Making assumptions
Unajijazia kwani unataka pete
Only supposed to make alpha moves with your wife

Now listen here
It’s my duty to please that booty
I hear everything she says even though she don’t speak
If she wants it I’ll know
Apple of my third eye
Bringing her to the mood with no talking at all
She loves me with all her fastidious heart
But she’s too proud to admit it
*fades to evocative music *
There goes my buzz
A resolute tug at my heartstrings
My power centre tightens

Be careful what you wish for,
You might not find it very flattering
Like you have to put up with more shit the prettier she is
The irony of the poetic God grabbed me
Obsessed with the idea of keeping their men in line
The nigga a keeper,
His girl is stalling
We aren’t dating, we’re just doing ‘freaky’ things
This make out sesh
Uses the snake like motion to pretend to participate
Cute plan, Wrong nigga
I bust quicker than her of course
Coz its rude to keep a lady waiting
Kila mtu ajitafutie orgasm
Life’s too short to be an L-merchant

All these Succulent tripping beauties
Am officially a Jogoo
Magnidecent Indulgentlemen

Nimtoroke mkeo niende nile Pilau kwa Fatuma kisha nimbamise ukutani
Her reckless blowjobs leaving me helpless with stripes
Am fucking whipped
I’m so open,
Poundcake by Drake would be playing in the background and I’d still let her suck
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,

Tall, Belligerent, Beautiful and thick, UltraViolent Rendille women with a cute primitive love language to match
The feminine bone structure
Pelvis widened by childbirth and brutal midwives
Introducing her to scandalous art to achieve results of complete surrender
She felt curiously tender towards him
Natural Tender Coquetry

Finding thongs on the most unexpected chics
All her panties are thongs
I thought these things were expensive
Game of throes

Back hugs and wedgies
the demonic groans of a G string in pain, or the ghoulish whimperings of a manhandled
Inflame her nostrils with my redolence
Primal sexiness
Terrible urge
Literal need to fuck
Erect nipple homecoming fuck fantasy
Restrained arousal,
An impasse with the raging boners
mind so clear, instincts so true
Hola Amores! It’s Humpday! 🍑🍑🍑😁 
Uninhibited sex
The kind that makes you forget your English grammar
Meat on meat crime
Friction on my glans
The grip is wicked
she thinks she’s grinding coffee beans
Her rhombus of Michaelis bulging out
Vox punany quiffs
wet tight hugs
An act of sinuous grace and beauty
Lots of nasty human contact
Nerve endings aching with pleasure
How she deeply feels the lightest of pleasures
Hypersensitive errogeneous zones
The spirit of a Slum whore had possessed her
Sorta compendium of psychosexual treachery with a smile 
ashamed of these excesses on
her part but soon saw that they
pleased her lover, that her
complete sensual enslavement
to his body flattered him
Moaning in her customer service voice
Withholding nut is possible
But no nigga is that selfless
When it rains it pours mahn
Galaxy of synapses
Tsunami of endorphins
Softening defiant expressions
Orgasm so intense my knees almost buckled
Left me high on euphoria and talkativeness
He assented to needing her in that moment of desire
All the secret worlds of the most discrete of men
Fondest wishes
I came in for the ass
I stayed for the ambience
Keep my mouth busy with her D-Cups
To avoid pillow talking

intimate conversations made our pheromone glands go vestigial
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists

Basking in the high regards still given by the Broads he wooed in his adolescent years
He wasn’t a gentleman, he was just inexperienced and quixotic
Me I think the best decision I ever made was not fucking my female friends
Even when the opportunity presented itself
In hindsight it wasn’t even a decision coz I just frustrated them with my shyness
She not really your homegirl if there’s no healthy sexual tension between you two
What will be the point
Infecting with excitement
But you let her go to another man’s bed since you’re looking for longevity
The trouble with
being friends with a girl is that you
get all the troubles of a lover and
none of the advantages of a friend.

Do a movie then dinner,
The movie will give you something to talk about over dinner
Shouldn’t be too stressful for the guy , cos its basically glorified small talk after
Movie at my place
Dinner at your place
We can shop at urban outfitters and blog our lives away on tumblr listening to underground rappers with our gold casios

I fucking hate texts
Let’s live together so we don’t have to text
Small talk isn’t an art
Something called gab
No over thinking and other human inhibitions
The inhibitions humans impose on themselves
Impatience, pride too much talking and less observation
Talking too much
You talk yourself out of sex
I don’t want to hear about your dreams,
Not unless there’s fucking in them

Am an evil bastard if you account for taste
Repping for The League of Beasts
Just a sexually complex mind and a body with a phallus
It’s exciting asf
My handiwork is an effrontery to the Gods
Consider this analogy : I make wine sommeliers nervous,
A spastic gut and a rectal brain
In some ethereal Warholian fashion and the mental state of some fuckslut cumming happily with the neighbour
Use y=mx+b to calculate the slope of the line you just crossed
Let’s get earthy and grubby in this so we can get back to being mild on the next
Create a secret nom de guerre in order to post some controversial truths I’ve been holding back
“Be Regular And Ordinary In Your Life So That You Can Be Violent And Creative In Your Work” ~ Unknown
Adults ruminating on adult stuff
Deflower her mind with these seedy words
Crawl into the female mind in the final stampede to Nirvana
I’m slowly peeling her like an onion; revealing the better parts of her
Nothing’s as immersive as seedy art
This relaxed state of poetry could make a nun revoke her vows
This is the best opinion you can get
It comes with dick
but one can never be sure
whether it’s good poetry or
bad acid

Intimacy and tenderness
Tight hugs and nasty sex
Guts, balls, grit and firm titties
Clit or pound of flesh
Beautiful or lovely
Or both
A world well laced with philosophy for the right eye to find
Sex and grit in everything
Enthralled with the scruples.. The nitty gritty
Appeals, boost, sex, art
It moves through me

The sin is in the rotten energies of the excesses
Embracing the raunchy anomalies of nature
Swinging dicks and the rotten anomalies of nature with no standards
A morph of the sexes into an overcompensating asshole
Surpassing the body’s reserves of daily erections
A recently found sense of sexiness
Twisted en masse with smoldering lust that’s found a mirror
In the wake of a liberal world of individuals with immense guilty pleasures
And individuals ready to assuage them

Frown upon my politeness
Why in God’s name would you want to know what I’m capable of
Girls who take you on a test drive just to tell others how you taste like
The Risibility of thinking that I’m harmless
Ukinibabaikia mie nitakubamisa
I ain’t sanguine
Sanguine men like to gossip
outwardly polite and affable, but in reality, he had ice in his veins
Good energy that repels bullshit and frustrates impure hearts
Vanquishing motherfuckers by sheer will of character
Cruelty takes a longer time to learn
I would never make the mistake of letting her know the effect she has on me
Ugh..!! Adulting
I’d prefer something a bit more dainty


I swear i can feel the boyishness leaving my body
Something else is replacing it
i donno whether to call it manhood
And I’ve got superpowers I haven’t even started using
Stopped being wilful and judgemental after realizing that,
Each nigga got a cornerstone
A Unique philosophy to them
View things more charitably
Adulthood has taught me to stay dispassionate; not to get Gripped by euphoria
With how quickly my mind evolves, I’m scared of subscribing to any notion and casting it in stone
All these unlearning is making me blind
Your ignorance gets bruised irredeemably the higher you go
Alas! Everyone realizes they’ve got stunted knowledge

Its been 2 years and I miss my foggy brain like hell,
Such clarity should be made illicit
Noise-cancelling headphones on my Wishlist
Peace is no longer, for some reason, precious;
Madness drifts like lily pads on a pond circling senselessly;
I re formulated
I don’t know when,
Date, time, all that
But the change occurred
Something in me relaxed, smoothed out
I no longer had to prove that I was a man,
I didn’t have to prove anything
All of a sudden I’ve got all this happy shit shooting at me
I welcomed shots of peace, tattered shards of happiness
I embraced that stuff like Pyrrhic pussy
Don’t get me wrong,
There is such a thing as cockeyed optimism
that overlooks all basic problems just for the sake of itself
This is a shield and a sickness
The disarming effect of poetry to the poet
Dress up shrapnels of our destructive poisons in a ridding of trajectory
then wonder why our lives are suddenly peaceful
The serious artist … [is] obsessed by his material; it’s like a venom
Working in his blood and the art is the antidote
Filtering pain through a prism of a type of humanity of arranged words
Unencumbered by poetry and rum
Use poetry to get unencumbered
Some sort of fix,
Use sex to marinate decrepitude
Protected from the worldly bullshit
Some sort of AdBlock
screaming ‘miss me with the bullshit’
distance myself from popular culture so that I can speak in my own language,
not the one they give me

Lots of impatient catalysts that drive you to be a better man prematurely
Great incentives
Plus I’m invested now,
Don’t you wanna teach me to follow through?
Illuminate my conundrum
She not really my soulmate..
She likes Artcaffe more than me
Am competing for love with pastries
Some asinine part of me thinks there’s something here
Word of The Wise : Take A Hint
Looking for fantasy unicorns when we’ve got rhinos
What a mild annoyance
Hail the poet by saying ‘Touché !’ where necessary
Pick a snack


Its not even about her body, her face alone puts most women to sleep 😍😍😍😍😍
If I say her name she’ll stunt on me
Yet to find a woman of our generation without a bumptious personality
Amusing entertaining eccentricities that turn Despair into triumph
I’ll ask light skin ‘Aliyah’ for her second name
Thick and good for my health
Like a fruit smoothie
Her body’s resources of hormones have been generous to her
When a woman is eating right you’ll know

I really like the woman
I didn’t expect to like her very much
The potency in her made me cave
For shits and giggles
A rift of blasé expected to grow

She got me felonious trying to defend her honor
I’ll risk my street cred for you baby
I will not blush for her as though it were a crime
They didn’t have to tell you I’m like Alejandro.. I thought you knew

You’re enjoying this, You bird
I’ve already said too much
Let me get my gangsta back

While we’re having a moment
She knows me too well
I feel like 80% understood
▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░░░ 80%
Hardly charmed by the world
I could piss away my life unmolested
And God said, “I’m going to find a way.” I wasn’t there when God said it… I’m making this up.
But it sounds like what God would do
It was like the hand of God came down and tapped me on the shoulder,
And said, 
“Hey Lenny, That’s her”
Eternally condemned to wander the untended gardens of her mind🌹
The ancients tell us not to pray too hard for something
For the universe might grant it to us with a vengeance
*Swallows hard
The boy only gets her mind and soul without having her body
Such a feather in his cap
Human triumph is part of The Godly Experience
Only way to thank the gods for triumph is to keep triumphing
When the gods want to punish you they answer your prayers
By any means
Its an unwritten Godly law that the end justifies the means

I channel my best self through her
I don’t wanna fuck her
I just wanna speak to her in absolutes
Only way to do that is if she’s sweating beneath me

[W]ill-she, nill-she , . . . .
To exchange flesh with Lenny she would bid all the world defiance

The limits of man in the absence of Art and God
I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses …
A woman of light fumbling in my darkness
The very act of loving her enriches his life and improves his nobility
As the great Victor Hugo cryptically stated,“Love is never stronger than when it is completely unreasonable.”
“Treat a deuce like a dime. So when you get a dime you already ready.”

Awesome woman with a type of ardor harder to find
Her new nickname is Prometheus
She tried to steal my thunder
If I ever drop the dick on her,
I’m nutting inside her
Take a girl to dinner first
The English way

Beware the average man,
Average love seeking average
Not being able to love fully
They will believe your love incomplete
And then they will hate you
And their hatred will be perfect
Their finest art
Not being able to create art
They will not understand art

Unhealthy and unnatural ways of telling people you care about them
Especially with no ways of showing them
Anything within imagination but beyond arm’s reach is unsavoury
Sexy unsavoury women deserving some poetic justice
Get off by tweaking her
Find amusement in pushing buttons and making them squirm
increase my testosterone levels
Inaccessible as in ‘Not physically there’
Inaccessible where I have to explain to my super-intimidating hot lecturer why I think she should let me fuck
wheedling that she let’s me have the forbidden fruit
Or out of my league ‘Lana Del Ray’
Nothing better than a driven Lenny
Using one woman to get horny and using another woman to satiate the hunger
quelling the fires lit by another woman with another woman

The ‘stop going after it’ philosophy, ‘be a fit receptacle for it and it’ll come to you’
He may attract to himself any force of the Universe
by making himself a fit receptacle for it, establishing a connection with it,
and arranging conditions so that its nature compels it to flow toward him
Let the warm and powerful women yield on their own
Like they should
Deep within,
She likes to be handled when no one else is watching,
Like they always do

She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it,
and she played on it,
dripped it,
and allowed you to suffer for it.
It made her happy.
I didn’t feel too bad either.
Like most men in that situation I realized that I wouldn’t get anything out of her –
until after I had made some odd promises.
I’ll only make a move if I’m ready to offer her the world
How pathetic

Marx probably would have called this immiseration. Neo-Marxist theorists call it precarity.

And no man shall lead a dog’s life coz of pussy
That’s the Fourth secret of Fatima
“Ngoja mwaka yako”
Wait your turn
That’s the Zen approach
I don’t need no female disrespecting me with regret
Just leave the stank pussies for club bouncers
Nothing beats having one bomb girlfriend
Greed ain’t a good trait
Just one of them lil confusing tings
A good sport if she’s a lil thick
To Enjoy the pantomimes of my Fidelity
SUBIs ENZO and BW guys with no girlfriends,
At least something is screaming in your life
Get to Put your problems to bed each day

M O N K E Y M U F F I N S 👅❤
Please change your peddler young girl 😹😹
Her own ass makes her afraid
She be wanting to slim and shit
That pussy belongs in Jumia

You could hurt someone with those thighs
oh, she could shimmy, she could shake,
she wobbled while talking, dancing, walking
All the boys watching every move, every twitch of her buttocks;
wobbling, wiggling, wagging
Thighs moving is fluid motion
Some lunch meat
Touch before kissing
Everyone lowkey be wanting to have sex with the thunder thighs in the room
But nobody be having the courage to speak to her
It takes a real nigga to really appreciate a juicy woman
Calling her baby girl, slapping her ass and holding her hand in public
Supple looking women showing too much skin
A real nigga to hug the curves
I be pissing her off just to see her walk away in them daisy dukes
Ma sha Allaah dheeh

There’s the feminine Mojo that is fuxwitable af
She’s got it but she still wants it
Can’t have your cake and eat it too
I’m addicted to thick stuff
What’s for dinner mami ? DEEZ BUNS 🍞 
Come sit on your throne my Queen
How’d you put it past me and am standing right here
My mouth is all ears
Make it flare open by putting my tongue in
If I eat your groceries, I’m throwing a cucumber in there fosho

Chessboard days of moves and countermoves, fagged interests
slow days like mules humping it slagged and sullen
Good days too of fat legs of women wrapped around your waist buried in moans,
Slow winding to Beyoncé with some fat ting
Hug one thigh
Women that aren’t affectionate are so trash lmao
They basically niggas in lingerie. I’m cool on them
Its so hard to find a Ms. Thunder thighs who isn’t affectionate
The comforting knowledge of flirtatiousness laced beneath womanly giggles
Giving her a loving womanly glow
Her giant ass fits perfectly into the narrative of my groin
A comfortable fuck
A honorable place for the boy to lay his head
Sweet pair of soft ass writhing on my lap
Softly squeeze the other pair on her chest
Every prehensile fat ass slapping his groin wills his dick to grow longer
The thick voluminous sound that ass makes
That’s the sound of saturated sweetness
Utamu kolea

Teenage lust Vs. Adult lust
No guilt on the latter
Its so natural
The ultimate fragility of being bent over
Just for me to lay my pipe
Settling scores of tempestuousness by going in harder
If I go deeper will you throw it back?
Going in harder than your favorite rapper
Rub her buns and make a wish
Yeet, Gets a nigga every time

Something about Super balloony balcony ass just gets you going
Too much Booty popping,
Perfume worn on her naked brilliance
Too luscious
Extremely luscious
Satisfying my immorality complex by just looking at it
Her nakedness meant a lot
With a bum looking soo extra
You just wanna wreck and destroy then move on to other things
Shaking it so dirty
Anaeza pepeta jiko nazo
wide and mushy backside
impossible to take in at a glance
‘You cant even hold a candle to it’
I don’t even wanna smash
I just wanna touch it till I get bored
Like there’s nakedness beneath the nakedness
Abbreviated clothing
Short loose dresses to accentuate her jumpy ass
perfect for quickies
She perverts my energy beyond what’s normal
deepen her wedgie with just the tip
I think, an inherently true, though perhaps crude and primitive, taste- its atavistic
Looking ripe naaamean
My palm getting lost in her cleft
The power spanks don’t make her flinch
Making me go guano crazy
With stamina for days; I had her believing Victor Wanyama is my first cousin
Shag to total magna
Till there’s no nut left
Infecting with immorality
Languid and spent motherfucker
My batteries are low on zinc
You owe me some change

I had never had a better fuck
It was the way she took it
She really digested a fuck.
Her hands would grip me and her pussy clutched just as hard.
she took it like it was a knife that was killing her.
There was enough meanness and hostility in her to make me feel that with each thrust I was paying her back for her ill-temper.
I even thought of pimping her out coz I knew they’d pay good money for such

Sizzler pussy aside,
Broads who’ll leave you onerous with the Othello’s syndrome
The hypothetical musk of other men on her body
Making him rabidly jealous and disgusted in equal measure
Men are ruled by their foibles,and Lenny’s foible is Pride and a sharp memory
I don’t want to need people
Meet me halfway with the longing
Niggas acting dispassionate against their own self interests
Fits of apoplexy
Shocking the expectations of women
Bouts of short lived impatient excitement
Hope I wasn’t so pressed
Fuck that mentality
Incubate the beast
Embrace the lust
Manners and Lust maketh man
Raw lust
Mark of the beast
Each beast got its mark
Lion’s mane
Leopard rosettes
Cheetah spots,
Tiger stripes
Man – Lust
Sexual healing and acceptance of lust go hand in hand

Succumb to tenderness and feminine scents
Warmth, softness and scents of our women
Capitulation to human instincts and desires
Untamed sins of the flesh,
Rosemary and steak
Withdrawals from denying compulsive needs
Like coarse sex
Bring the convoluted into epoch.
Nasty vogue
Middle Eastern arcane customs of keeping harems
The penis mightier than the sword ~ ﷺ

our era’s psyche, with all its contradictory urges.”
Inordinate aberrations
S.T.I’s – greed and sexual unconsciousness
Hii ni story ya maboy,wa gear five, madame wafly, kuteremsha zip kwa fly, za furahiday night, Love,lust, broken trust… #Juliani #Shuga
fundamental depravity of men unless checked by some dictatorship.
Only way for men to escape their lusts is through acceptance
Belie’e that shit
Human beings – or we could say human becomings – are naturally driven by a longing, a purpose, and this signifies a connection with a sacred impulse.
We struggle not to be brutes while acknowledging we can never be angels
fully explained in terms of the
normal lust of human beings
for power and wealth.

Watches costing more than art.
More than contemporary art to be precise
Contemporary watches costing more than contemporary art
Hold that insulting thought,,,

Getting late in Geneva where they auction time in millions
Only the poor should get late in Switzerland
Coz time is fucking expensive over there
Only the rich can afford it
Selling gears and sprockets @ $1,000,000 just coz it took massas in labcoats 10, 000 hours to hand-guilloché
If we’re talking status symbols,
I want a watch that’s gonna inspire a nigga to rob me
Scorsese scratch resistant Sapphire, platinum case upmarket aesthetics, Massa Felipe rhodium plated tourbillion tachometer with baguette white gold bezel, emerald-cut pink diamonds, white diamonds with ostentatious Rose Gold and Yellow Gold composite ensembles fit for Royal Oaks of du jour.
I don’t want those hawkish watches ranked by exorbitance
Fuck the Capital system, right?
Just horologically-savvy is enough status symbol to hold court.

70 carat Über-stylish
In the middle of Greenland.. Ice 
King Midas died of starvation coz everything he touched turned to Gold
Saint Eligius; Patron Saint of The Jewelers
Pray For Us that the restlessness we have about getting rich may be satisfied
But that we may not get Cursed by Mammon’s elder cousin
Wisdom over Unscrupulousness
The Romans had a strange relation to wealth:
anything that “softens” or “mollifies” was seen negatively.
Their reputation for decadence is a bit overdone—history likes the lurid;

Crosscut pelmet skirt reveal caramel hues chic: /ʃiːk and elegantly poised on the hood of a red convertible
Some rare head to toe fineness meant to bewilder,
and its working
I nearly missed the plates KVF 555
Damn, she’s fine asf
They’re both… *what’s the word* ,,… alluring, the car included
That Morris Garages is one lucky bastard
Here’s a good girl just at peace with the world
In all her caramel glory
Seemingly clueless of her own beauty
A sweet disposition written allover her face
Super nice legs
Foxy but maintaining the sweet disposition
Awash with The better parts of the Shades of brown spectrum
I know its caramel

Caramel hues could start a riot
Caramel smiles will have you thinking its Summer on April
Radiating Golden hues all around 
Mrs. Portiphah wondering who’s this nigga saying no to Egyptian yellow cakes
Joseph was stronger than Samson

LadyFortuna brought the ideas to me, making me feel stupid—for I realized I had
had them inside me all along

Can you feel it?
The Latin being sung throughout the background is ‘the Confiteor’,
A Catholic prayer said towards the beginning of Mass,
It’s title translates to “I confess” or “I acknowledge”,
Which directly relates to Lenny’s confession of his lust for 🐼,
Which he expresses in the poem.

Mojo interruptus
Really Now😂😂😂
Situationally bibliotheque
Needless mess of perverse forms—as if two thousand years of art progress had been tossed out the window in favor of total chaos.
Some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem,
stay abstract, and there is some reason in this,
but jezus we should Make art like we’re actually in this century
But as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
But not so very much poetry
Zeitgeists reflected in art
Modernity corresponds to the systematic smoothing of the world’s jaggedness,
The Art movements and Zeitgeists have been alternating and revolting through ages from order to chaos
The chaos of our time is a zeitgeist trying to judge itself learning from the folly of their predecessors
The current Zeitgeist can only be fitly judged by the next zeitgeist
Learning at the feet of the masters
Need I ask at whose feet did the masters learn?
Our sensibilities blend everything,
There’s a way better artist out there than your favorite artist
If you want to succeed as an artist you should live in a bubble
Master the rules so you know how to break them
Any kind of purist is an idiot
Treating the genre with reverence
Art will never evolve if we keep getting stuck on the Great massive paintings in rich oils
The shock value essence,
Your grandma ain’t posed to like it
Change the very definition of Art
Andy Warhol’s should no longer serve as modern art
Andy Warhol’s methods of removing the Artist’s hand and industrializing the creative process
Art is a hot commodity
But modern art is too hot to the point it gets priceless
Its not revolutionary
Its too neat… Too
The art is too busy done by edgy artists
Excessively adulterated and fleeting
Way outside the arresting richness of the Conventions of visionary art  
The offerings of modern art
The appeal of modern art
There’s too much creativity out here, it’s fucking unhealthy
Desensitized by too much awesomeness
Everything is awesome till nothing awes us anymore
A different way of approaching progress especially with no shock value involved
Innate artless acknowledgement of Great Art
At the mercy of blurred lines
I don’t know if its easier now to make art , I mean, I
I think maybe Its cheaper, but still you need to have some skill regarding,
Regarding knowing art and stuff
With all these software being available
What’s happening is shit’s getting co-opted into something that isn’t the primary thing
with a Latin saying that
sophistication is born out of hunger (artificia docuit fames).
We’ve got no hunger rynnow
Whatever we do now is akin to reinventing the wheel
Recycling of previous art movements
That desire for something that does not exist
If it exists on any plane of the universe we’re obligated to either perfect it or leave it alone
Get reflexes from Good parentals
Show respect, do not stare, Unless its ass               
Good taste is acquired

“Jesus is too much for us. The church’s later treatment of the gospels is one long effort to rescue Jesus from ‘extremism.’”
Jesus rode an ass triumphantly into Jerusalem

poets and artists inspired by the grandeur of their surroundings.
Me I was baptized with ass
Booty is the ambrosia
Dipsetic jawns
Ass pouring outside her tights
Squeeze it like a stress ball
Escapes through my fingers
Excuse the ripeness
a great sun-shaped brown-crusted loaf of bread straight from the oven
Gluten free shiny caramel buns
Skeet on your morning cake 🎂💦

If I figured you’d have the rind to touch me that much I’d have brought a rubber
Beckoning blood flow to everywhere the hands touched
We could make another human in this trance of pleasure
Inflamed by desire . . . embraced me after a most fulsome manner
Clumsy groping in the dark
Lots of nasty human contact
Grinding my tail end
Making my nipples ticklish
There’s danger in her pursuit of pleasure
Animalistic abilities laced with feminine sensuality
touched her
body in secret places with such
respectful love.
Cold feminine hands gripping the pendulous meat
She Rides it with soothing capitulation
Warm masculine hands gripping the bouncy meat
Bodying her ass like am mad at the cheeks
Fucking by rote like she’s my wife
Mistaking muscle memory for love
Badly inside her she needed me
Till she can’t take it anymore I entered
An extremely bad tease
Tight, wild and anything womanly possible
She scoots on the meat like she trynna break it
Soft fat cheeks
Satisfy my sixth sense of cupping by
Scooping and squeezing them like dough
Turning the other cheek and holding her waist
As I aim to disappear into her
ripples running like the tributaries of the Nile all over our entwined torsos in the highest peak of nutting and nutting again and again and again and again

Her prostrate receptors runneth over at that moment

Brassy women with thick asses and a numbness to pain during sex
Mercurial sex with dissolute women open to Corinthian manners of shoving it up the Helix of her chambers

Scandalous poses
laid back, head dropped on my chest, popping pussy, her tiny legs on my thighs
With a serious hankering to fit some dick betwixt her nether loins
Sink and swallow
Pestle and mortar
Like am searching for light at the end of the tunnel
She’s a big girl
She can handle it
She won’t die
She’ll be laughing the next morning like nothing happened
Nothing’s as rejuvenating as a woman’s body
women who harbor these psychological fantasies
Wonder why they never get prostrate cancer

That ratchet friend your ggirl has
Balancing peaches like the Chakacha queens of Swahili culture
Irresistible women
Flirting with no undies
She only puts on panties at that time of the month
I like my women Ginger with fat perineums
Leading my wandering eyes astray
Clutching Kitty unfettered
Grab and go
Can I go down on you
Give the bean a good yodelling
Wet mounds of flesh that seem to bust open with every touch
Tactile feel of fat petals
Her firm nipples tickling my chest
Best behavior
Step on it hard
Spread it wide
Posing in an effeminate contrapposto,
Conveying a feminine vulnerability
Sucking her inner cheek and her lips like a nasty gorgeous hoe
Body arched up
The act of giving
Body arched up
In anticipation of gushing sticky juices of ecstasy
Explosion of the whole body through a single outlet

Imma Gallant nigga but,
Y’all can share
I’m so deferential,
If she asks me to pull it out imma do it
You’re not meant to draw your sword unless you intend to use it
Heartache after a sweet fuck
She called it cheating,
He called it believing in cause and effect
While she believed in spontaneity,

There’s the feminine Mojo that is fuxwitable af
Woman of consequence

Stretching dress higher up the thighs as the grinding intensifies
Whisper to her ear : “What do you do with all that ass on a beautiful Friday morning”
We’re on a Need to know basis
Coz the way they’re Getting pregnant in droves
Gotta keep your wits if she ain’t pregnant with that level of freakiness
Babe was a goner,
Twerking for crowds and shit
Her only crime was that she was light skin
I’m just gonna beat then go back to wifey

I came with my wits in my boxer pockets
Just gimme sloppy toppy with them at my ankles coz I ain’t taking them off

Dancing eyes and succulent polyclay lips
Misbehaving eyes
Eye-fucking with Medusa
Natural flirtatiousness
Unintentionally inviting
Thou mayest
Call a spade a spade, but call her the very essence of sex and love
She looks like sex and we can’t be grown ups about it
We just can’t
In layman’s terms, sultry means immoral at first glance
Niggas know what I mean

Pretty baby face with nigger lips
From resting bitchface to inviting lips real quick
lips, so open to
pleasure and to wounds.
Unshielded by matte
Moist and bare begging me to invade
Lips stupid plump
Suck the sap out
Bite them like gummy bears
Like am biting on shawarma
I call her the lipstick thug
Kisses so wild you know your tongue is still there,
Forgot whose air i was breathing
Like she hates me
Like she wants me to die
electricity in my feet as she massages my earlobes
I feel like a headless chicken
She got enough lip gloss for both of us
Thank God Fi di gal dem

Feel like putting something in that pretty mouth
According to my calculations
I might just slip and slide

Her eyes looked deep into mine.
The tip of it entered her mouth
I fell back, damned
The devil has power to assume a pleasant shape
Looking into you, goading you to look back at it unrelentingly
My spunk dripping on the shelf of her chin


They never prepared me for this level of thirst
Just got better at hiding it
Something’s beyond sexy if it makes you hungry instead of thirsty
All it takes is eyes to contaminate a soul
Compelling afflictions
Sensory overload

warm-looking ripe breasts
So much fun to slap around
OUU her nips just got hard
Her nips are dark
My hands are greedy
Clean and shaven marble balls
Dick carved out of onyx
Gilt-edged pussy
We hump so long,
I bring her to heights she never seen coz she’s too short
Collapse doggy style
Power exchange
Gasping and back neck kisses
Her face looks better with my pipe in her
Captivating unguarded face filled with lust and hate
The whore face
Pretty dang Blind with bliss
Now he can’t get enough of her genuine expression of pleasure
She does it doggy coz she thinks her orgasm face is ugly
Nah. Funny, maybe, but not ugly
The kind of face that needs some Yoga

what is called a tête à baffe, a face that invites you to slap it, just like a soft booty invites you to bite into it.

Delicate sensibilities turn me on
Now I sound like a Lesbian poet
Sprawled, open and wet like a flower in the rain
My mind had Already nutted even before I slathered her with dick
Gottà find the balance between wrecking and loving on her
Mess up her calibrations
An expert with her delicates
For a nigga who Lives and dies by the flowery things in life,
Her softer features left me at dismay
Makes you wanna go half
Squeeze one out
Just one kid
One kid only

Snuggle baby,.
Don’t be a coward
press a cheek to my chest when I said heart is flesh a woven nest for desire to rest
A muscle that shrinks if not used

The fine line between wanting no smoke and being a pussy niggga
If they offer a casus belli, hit them hard
Hit them back hard, they’ll be buffering for a response
A slugger, pugilistically speaking
Not overturning disrespect could give me PTSD

Pygmalion effect
Two different things
Basking in all kinds of rep
Drowning in Rep
Basking in the arrogance of knowing what I’m capable of
Paying top-dollar for beginner’s luck
Beginner’s glee
Everyone’s so fucking square,
Its boring
I don’t trust people who fit in
A strange cat and a dark horse walk into a bar
Ain’t no motherfucking problem with being a strange cat
Strange Cat full of surprises
Still have the capacity to surprise
Strange Cats Don’t have to choose a script and stick to it
Serendipity is our essence
Lunchroom degenerates 
The Beatnik, The Fuck up, The Low life
of artsy gays who really understand pain
Dressing salads
Serving looks
She dresses to depress
You make me wanna eat you
The face of insolence swiveling on a chair screaming “Its just a phase”
That he was praying to a god to make him
something more than a common piece of clay.
and so he would not drown silently in the
vast ocean of mankind.

Autism is art
I mean the whole concept of autism as art
is Bananas
For lack of a better expression 
extraordinarily rare talents of prodigious
autistic savants
That art would be so personal since autistic people are so self absorbed
An anthropologist on Mars
Autism is a product of quackery
Modern parents shouldn’t accept it as normal
Just coz of its congenitalness
Autism=Brain damage.
And its a math problem.
Genetics can’t account for escalating Autism crisis.
But toxic environment of chemicals, vaccines & foods can
These vaccine ingredients are ALL dangerous (even in small doses) but esp in combination

Know your beat intimately
The converse is also true:
Know your meat intimately
Shush all those other standards
You ain’t a real man if you can’t make Nyama Choma
Octopuses as pets or octopuses as food
Mchuzi wa Pweza
Kuongeza nakshi ya mapenzi
Swahili is the best language
The most beautiful language on earth
Followed closely by Spanish
His bumper sticker tells me
suddenly I have an urge to scream
Ulimwengu ndio daro
Usibishane na Wanafunzi
Nobody got time for foolish idealism
Without real power you can’t make a dent on the word


Concept of humanity,
An endless loop of recovering from traumas
Countries and their countrymen healing from some shit
desiderata of affects—agonistic, impassive, defiant, reclusive, filled with sorrow and flailing at that architectonic chess match called life
Some missing the mark
Others picking up the slack
If you let the walls fall, zealots with pitchforks are gonna come rushing in

human or Nexus-6 androids?
The math of what makes us human
The %s
What it takes to tame a lion without killing its spirit or wearing it out
How Venus felt after finding out she wasn’t the only Morning Star

When death becomes poetic

What better way to create a fuck up than the endless tests and lessons
Supercilious recourse against the hand of God for the faults of nature 
the hand that crafted itself
abiding by the
between Sacred
and Profane,
behold his soul in all
its awful nakedness, that
appalling actuality.
From whence Fear of god stems
eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani

Biblical pin drop

Something got wrecked
élan vital
And the pugilist hits the canvass
And the penny drops
The trenches never rejected a good soldier
Feeling of bottomless disquiet
Headwaters of a river of failure
Scotch to scorch the nest of broken dreams
Lose sight and wreck myself with booze 
Using Jack Daniels to torture ice cubes
Burn motherfucker and amplify my taste
Chewing pills enough to knock out a horse
And washing down with regal scotch
The cocaine wears off and the night feels empty
And you’re reminded once again
it’s the damndest
you’ve ever
in it–
low budget
4 billion
and the longest
you ever hope

This level of fuckery
Please don’t creep into my backyard
Men who are hardwired
We’re amongst the dying who always keep it copacetic
I hope it gives you chills
A walking ice cube
Trying to hold it together,
goes from lighthearted to heavy
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to blame it on Nacet
Catchphrase of the day
“Who likes hospital food”


he tells us that his heart is drowning in
vomit. hell, all our hearts are drowning in vomit,
in pork salt, in bad verse, in soggy  love.
but he thinks he’s alone and
he thinks he’s special and he thinks he’s Rimbaud
and he thinks he’s  Pound. 
Fucking pussy

those with messy lives get to grow old
While Those with magic are ephemeral
The wild wonders are evanescent
They don’t make it
The beautiful die in flame
They can’t endure
The terrors of one man in a corner
Found crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
And we can never understand why they left,
They were so beautiful
They don’t make it
The beautiful die young
And leave the ugly to their ugly lives

The thing weighing on his conscience was his body,
So he got rid of it
getting a gun and doing it
quickly – withoutallthethoughtandtalk.
Coz you can’t face reality
What lies above lies below.
A proper life is about balancing the joy of being alive with the terror of being alive Ignoring either side of the equation leads to chaos.
Thou preparest for death never actually dies untimely
the secret of life is to ‘die before you die’ and find that there is no death. – Eckhart Tolle

greatest of all human failings
Death by my own hands,
You came to pay your last contempts?
The cleaner of fuck ups and wipe off smug faces by serving revenge cold in form of regret lying on a cold metal slab
Not even mercury is that heavy
collateral for this mental health issue to come into epoch
Life is for the living

Act of weakness or.act of strength
The kind of distraught you have to be to summon up the guts to jump off the roof
Tasting rusted metal on the roof of his mouth
The taste of blunt trauma
he could not believe he was dying
His body seemed suspended in air, free of pain
and fear
He could never die.
He did not know that great loss of blood produces euphoria. 
And in the
euphoria inspired
by the draining of
the blood from his
body he dreamed of
future glory.
By the time the world woke up
The suicide note read: “If you’re reading this its too Late.”

It is debatable to say that if you have a high IQ, then you are “better equipped” to handle and navigate through a tough trip.
People with high IQ tend to have statistically more mental illnesses which to me at least indicates that their minds are more fragile, not stronger
I think it takes a strong mind to stay somewhat grounded throughout the trip so that you can more easily “bring yourself back” after the chemical takes you on a journey.
Weaker minds sometimes never find their way back
Oliver Stone wrote the script for Scarface while struggling with his own addiction to cocaine
You always come back.
don’t let fools tell you you don’t. How would they know? Lmfao.
Niggaz taking heroic doses trying to get fucked with… nbd.. EGO DEATH substances
People who Tried roughly 100-200 datura stramonium seeds at 14 years without having a negative experience

Even his 2nd DMT breakthrough which consisted of evil jesters mocking him and telling him that life is a joke and his death is the punchline, was a good experience

The closest he’s had to a bad trip is when him and his brother were both on a 4th plateau dxm trip and he was driving
If you want to talk to your furniture,
Take 3.5 grams of shrooms and a 3rd plat dose of dxm.
You always come back.
don’t let fools tell you you don’t. How would they know? Lmfao.

Weed was good to me
Too nice actually
Like that ex girlfriend
I’ll always have something nice to say about her
Considering how I see her treating other people now,
We just had to break it off coz the ground rules on who uses who were getting fuzzy
Am very cis-normative if you’ve been paying attention
All vices in my life have a constant gender
It just happens so naturally

I miss her mahn,
She fed my demons and made them rich scroungers
Made them afford the Hamp

Ridiculously Refined place
Grandchildren of poets and painters
The prefix Hamp says affluent district
“The Hamptons” “Hampstead” &
My brain is a lil Hamp demon Borough for rich demons
My other demons just got bored and poor so they had to move out
Its a ghost town, literally
The pandemonium is empty
Pandemonium the demon condominiums need tenants
Kinda want the demons back for my art

Going outside of what society considers normal and trying to bring back relics to share with the world
Recreational drugs,
Recreational insofar as they help us recreate,
Not destroy
Get back in touch with our subconscious

Niggas out here leaning heavy
Self-medicating with Benylin and Ratinol
Hooked up on some opioid cocktail
Kero, kacheng, kama Si Jaba hakuna Kitu ingine inaeza runda
Cheap amphetamines
Dudes bugged out on Mabati
Settling really well with 50cc of Morphine
Tripping on wires
Hooked on Acids
Dropping acid for breakfast
Mandy the happy drug in its raw form
You can’t O.D on it unless you mix it with alcohol
Nightingale to soothe the depressed
3 hrs being outside your delusions
Her cavities filled with that Novocaine
Percocets and vicodine adding to your psychosis
mind-bending drugs that erode the already-thin line between reality and insanity
Codeine turns your head upside down
Flatline like Hendrix after Mixing barbiturates with alcohol
Geeking them Xans
Nasty on Ecstasy
and a 90 day supply of Adderall.
Degenerative drugs
These ain’t the right ingredients

using it to fill in their empty God-Hole
People seeking to fill a God-Hole,
to give their life a sense of meaning and to provide a cohesive world-story so that they do not feel they exist in a state of uncertainty and chaos.
Nietzsche, Freud, Feuerbach, and many others have recognized this fact: the need for Gods is not so easily replaced as the Gods themselves are.

If you can live without,
Achana na mihadarati
But don’t die before trying three of the best drugs
Marijuana, LSD & Psilocybin Mushrooms. In that order
Psychedelic fungus
Psilocybin Mushrooms & The Path to Higher Consciousness
Cerebral high meditation and weed haze aromatics
Organic weed growing naturally in the Garden of Gethsemane
Hotboxing in Tombouctou
Opioids are the jet fuel for the overdose crisis we face
Rest easy Mac
He can exist forever right here…
Smh we lost a real one
Let’s meditate and not medicate people

one in ten kids beyond the age of high school is on some kind of antidepressant, such as Prozac.
Indeed, when you go through mood swings,
you now have to justify why you
are not on some medication.
There may be a few good reasons to be on medication, in severely pathological cases,
but my mood, my sadness, my bouts of anxiety, are a second source of intelligence—perhaps even the first source. I get mellow and lose physical energy when it rains, become more meditative, and tend to write more and more slowly then, with the raindrops hitting the window, what Verlaine called autumnal “sobs” (sanglots).
Somedays I enter poetic melancholic states, what the Portuguese call saudade or the Turks hüzün (from the Arabic word for sadness).
Sour cream and barbeque
Oversize pyjamas and binge watching like some heartbroken damsel
Other days I am more aggressive, have more energy with an endless supply of good movies and can’t write anything
Should I be turned into a vegetable or a happy imbecile?
Had Prozac been available last century, Baudelaire’s “spleen,” Edgar Allan
Poe’s moods, the poetry of Sylvia Plath, the lamentations of so many other
poets, everything with a soul would have been silenced.…

Percocets are not Ibuprofen
The way these Pharmaceuticals are,
You need more every single time
Till eventually its just not enough
Oxycodone, rob you of every vision and coin
Purp and xan sound hella fun till one day the nigga behind the mirror don’t look familiar. Ask that boy from New Orleans

Life’s beating death in creating broken faces
The sunlight taken away
Replace charm with shifty lifeless eyes
Just a fe/male empty void
Completely depleted sense of art
Even death hates such a man
Saturated with sweet toothed bastards with heads full of hate
Self afraid emo niggas with bloody knuckles
And Hearts with apoplectic fury
Sweetness and passion, vibe to the vibeless
Magnify the backseat
Generous with hugs
Soak it in
Drown it
Overwhelm with care,
Fuck the terrible days away

What’s the linchpin?
What’s life’s clincher?
Credit your wholeness to
Emotional anchor
tragedy and coarse sex
Quickfixes involving sucking, Riding and Sweating
Whatever blows your skirt up
Shrouded by the buttress of family
Family is only a worldly blessing if it abides by your peculiarities
In fact, that’s the only definition of family
It transcends blood
Unrepentant hedonism
Tongue club and Clitorism
Restless longing of the glimpse of sublime
Careless pleasure
Carefree expression of pleasure
The feminine reaction to pleasure is pure bliss to watch
And induce
Makes you wanna rhapsodize about the experience,
These earthly pursuits that make life worthwhile
Your earthly pursuits aren’t succeeding coz you fill your God-hole with earthly pursuits
Never before has it been so easy as in the modern era to find something to fill a person’s God-Hole with.
What’s a God-Hole, you ask?
Well, put simply its a metaphor for the part of our psyche where religious surety and faithful fanaticism would have been reserved for Yahweh and his earthly cohorts, as was the case with generations and generations of many of our ancestors.
These earthly pursuits that make life worthwhile
With more than half of them succeeding
Without having to ride on anything’s or anybody’s back
None of them succeeding
Show him the ropes
Tie the noose when you get to the end of your rope
Ligature marks on his neck
We’ll bury you in a pull neck

Summon my vastness of heart
And nobility of stock in an attempt to
Pretend to give a fuck about individuals with a Cortisol imbalance
You can almost spot the trace of godliness
We don’t need empathy
We need tact
Masterful tact
Commonplace hypochondria
Systemic hypochondriacks
Gruesome social pathologies on the rise
Not sinister, but jarring.
Treachery S.O.S is jammed
The stats are bizzare even for a brutish race like mankind
The True Meaning of ‘TACT’
The lofty language of free speech
Words that burnt the bridge
Better to get rid of the pacifying middleman with his pitiful reach-arounds and mawkish petting.
simply own up to the simple fact that shit happens

The Assumption of Mary . Fruit of the Mystery: Grace of a Happy Death

Compounded triggers
7 Hennessey’s deep
Blissfully content
Sweating nothing
Veritable blissful contentment
If you keep drinking and driving
You’re living on borrowed time

“Everything I love the most gets taken away
My momma and music is next
And if that happens before I turn 28
Then I’m going out with Kurt Cobain”
~ Ab-Soul

“I was screaming into the canyon
At the moment of my death
The echo I created
Outlasted my last breath
My voice it made an avalanche
And buried a man I never knew
And when he died his widowed bride
Met your daddy and they made you”
~ Fiona Apple

“Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, you owe me” ~ Andrew Taggart
“Check my pulse, and if I’m dead, my bad”

the media has made inroads by trying to cover high-profile suicides discreetly so as to minimize suicidal ideation and inspiring others to follow their example

Evil outlasts us all

Take my own life?
If this world hasn’t taught you to never say never are you really an adult
Me I could never die for free like that
If I was to die on my terms it would have to be meaningful
Waste a life so malleable by giving it a meaningless death
Its nonrefundable
What is great in man is that he is
a bridge and not a goal:
No honour in wasting death for a deep dark desolate grave
Urban legends out of spontaneous calamity
Precipitate a revolution by self immolating like Mohammed Bouazizi
Then we’ll teach our kids on self sacrifice using your name
Death with purpose
Set thyself on fire to protest injustice
If Bouazizi was slapped by a male cop maybe he’d have reconsidered
But the sheer humiliation at the hands of a woman,,…  of being at the mercy of a female cop was too much for the hustling Tunisian man to bear
In other words, what is called sacrifice. And the word “sacrifice” is related to sacred,
the domain of the holy that is separate from that of the profane.
The feminine is affront in nature
The female affronts instinctively, its no trick
The male may be the rapacious species but the female is the humbug species
Who spent his good years fucking hoes and catching feelings
Trapped by tenuous snakeoil expectations into favouring reactionarism over actionaryism

The snowflake feminist is always Ms. Ain’t shitness
so full of desperadoes and fanatical haters of anything
Mussbenice always having someone/ thing to fight
Predictable spasm of juvenilia
Raw nerves without a constant
Good for you and your inclinations
Don’t recruit other people to your esteem  issues

Why though?
Official dopeheads and textbook hoes
Excuse my French ,, Ashakum Si matusi
Fucking for the greater good like some Hierodule
Hierodule: temple slave, often one performing religious prostitution
Alas, a perishable item
The Lindy effect
Kindness is free, spread that stuff

The women in rotation among liquor circles
Ass liquors
Made too imperious by life’s shit show..
They can no longer assume the role of hunted women
I’m just Wandering in these streets where they put premium on pussy
Too much dick with no pregnancy erodes loveliness
Babies being made without the pure class we had
As if melody had never been invented
Cognizant loins of a promiscuous woman
Edification from 10 dicks ago ___ Onomatopoeia
Remnants of a whole universe of men behind the women
Lips taste of red wine and wasted years
Touching feel of a tired body
alcohol and cheese
She’s so used to men objectifying her
Personal space for her is a figment
Anyone can come through
Her ass stopped being an erogenous zone
Every inch stained by men’s touches
Peppered with spunk and spanks
She has a bruised heart
Men have let her down
I respectfully don’t care
Psychologically resigned to the fate of being spoils of war,
One day
Waiting for man to lay claim
To the victors belong the spoils
You bomoa food
You bomoa a chic
Call her cupcake but eat her like ugali
Fold her like a beach chair
Crass maleness
Aiming to taint the world’s purity till there’s little of it left
What happens when there’s
Nothing left to wreck
Nothing left to taint
a walking venereal disease in need of quicksilver..
Simplex Virus beneath the cherry red lipstick
Cavemen defending putains like there’s competition
Put your drawers on
The near-impossibility of attaining the level of full-on pussy pounding they desire, even when lustily worked over
Whose fault is that
The bigger the hoops the bigger the hoe
Your good shoes and lingerie ain’t gone change the fact
Not your Tiffany necklace
There isn’t a song that can change that
But her caramel skin might

Even silky caramel forgives everything
Mahn, women with caramel butts can get away with murder
Caramel hues could start a riot
Booty the colour of mustard
A colour, like that of cantaloupe flesh.
The Khoisan women with steatopygia
Where Dr. Miami got his blueprint from
Booty the colour of Kalahari desert sands
Radiating Golden hues all around
Oily skin she leaves her scent on your body for weeks end

Women fuck around
Am talking in reference point

Take any perspective, hell, take mine
One in every five pretty smiles casually swallows nut
The average woman shags 10 times a week

Pausing for dramatic effect
Motherfucking chill bumps

You see her poised and shy
But me know how
Bad ting stretches like Ms. Incredible
Got to be fresh
Who can tell?
Not a goddamn body that’s who
Its about how you carry it
Women giving you the illusion of purity
You can’t tell that she has sweltering sex everyday
She doesn’t have morals, she’s just shy
The allure of balance
Innocent provocateur
I can feel my balls brewing nut

Slice of pure animal
What’s animalistic and what’s not
You need ___ Newtons to make a horse levitate
You need ___ to make me stand up like a ruler
Preference is not prejudice
Wanuri is hot as fuck BTW

Animé is the byproduct of a sexually repressed country
Unwind the unglued
The amount of devilry committed to Africa in Queen Victoria’s name
Was Queen Victoria sexually repressed?

Pleasure shouldn’t be tasking that’s why its called pleasure
Knee jerk escapism
Not in the pusillanimous nature,
But in the Cathartic freedom seeking sense
Sex is all release
What was trapped gets released
The nuts, free the nipple, release the inner whore, tension
Pacify the Dense post-sexual feelings by hitting it twice
Hardened hearts mellowing and mellowed dicks hardening
I’m spellbound
a happy satiety of the body
Its all in the release
Get rid of that dead weight

Walk around pretend I’m Hemingway
Be my vice,
Only time I’m consistent is with my vices
Antiquated Victorian thickness
Take me there
King Ataxerxes futuristic debauchery excesses
Modern manners wouldn’t allow it
Nature sets in to impose its scary limits where man goes beyond
You don’t have to go to French Riviera to try unconventional forms of sex

Nduthi ganging to A Jameson’s weekend
“All for the vanity of women!”
“And the depravity of man!”
Booty patrol coz I got a sweet tooth
Shoot away idle questions at vain women
Real prince
Dumping Jell-O shots down her throat
I’m the plug, she the fuse
Drunken compliments are the best
Adoring truths that people were too proud to say to you when they were sober
Perm my hair and start wearing tight polo shirts
Prologue to a relationship
No interlocution
Less talking
Sensitive passion
Sensation from the glans to the ears
I don’t trust bloodrush anymore
The sense of relief when the desire is gone
The Instagram pressure of having a girl
She’s somewhere happy with half a titty out
Besides Beside
She gone take my cheap ass back

Am a seasoned intriguer
I’m big on awe,
I’m big on miens
Cloying on my own grace
“The kind that makes haters kiss their teeth” ~ Jay Z
Nuance and finesse rather than Sharpie™ highlights and fireworks
Who’s holding the biggest gun in the room
Poetic license
French: poétique 
To create my own buzz with my women
Incongruent and incomparable to no other
Foreplay begins in the mind and all that bullshit
Two grown adults in accord
Greenlight to invade her lips and go skin to skin on first meet
Deftly conceptual
The concept of immediacy 
Offending my largesse
What looks like Feminine tempestuousness complaining about the forlorn
The path to refinement till we get it right
I think sometimes of all the good ass
turned over to the monsters of the world
A one man Freedom March
That never squeezed in between the Classifieds and obituaries
God, or somebody, bless him
Lenny Almighty to all.. Lenny dearest to some
Your slickness
I don’t fuck around with endings
The streets need me
Sayonara baby ✌
the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly

Mojo VI

C. Wallace

6.00 P.M in Nakuru
Back on my balderdash
Running through Nakuru with my woes
Mindsets changing on the way
Trade the noise for a piece of divine 
If you cause any cul-de-sac you either undo it or create a way through it
Deciding that unreachable grapes are sour is very childish
Schrödinger’s cooch. Until you fuck it its both trash and not trash
Hitting on a chic outside the DMs Ni kama kumwaga mtama kwenye kuku wamejaa 
Man or woman.. Don’t give me woman advice if you’ll not wingman for me
Manze Si nimerust
Stagnancy kills piquancy
ooh umenona, ooh umepotea and other stories
The latent sabbatical was meant to keep me from posting negativity
All I could come up with were F-bombs
I had to fill gaps in my prostitute mind
When Am empty Am Quiet ~ Nas.
Wei Wu Wei
Typical ‘Dog ate my homework’ situation
He who knows little quickly tells it. — Italian proverb §
Quiet people have the loudest minds.
— Stephen Hawking
Quiet snacks have the loudest packaging.
–me, Doritos and Bailey’s👀
I use this space as my brasco
Its a love hate thing with this place
Usurp rise from the ashes uprising surprise cue soup and rice
Like a revenant
Slept like a baby for months 
Even Superman couldn’t stay dead
Heavy metal still clangs on sand
One meets his destiny often in the road he takes to avoid it. ~ French Proverb
Perhaps I ain’t good at my craft coz my life doesn’t depend on it.
You might be good at something, but is it good for you?
Took me 4 months of sequestration to realize my life doesn’t depend on this ish
It took Kanye 2 years and counting
What happened to Kanye is what happens when you fail to accommodate other people’s egos
The weight of the world sank me into hell
“Don’t write it.” – an angel

“Here… use my pen.” – the devil.
“QUI vive!”
Stormin’, floodin’, lightnin’, thunder, Lenny coming
I smell blood
Finish your breakfast while this antebellum lasts

Lenny Almighty in this motherfucker
Am a dragon with my dragging balls,
Am a beast I was born in Jurassic Park
Bitch I’m the shit. Enjoy the smell
I am the animal Martin Garrix warned us about
There’s some Pristine Avalon somewhere waiting for me once I die

I don’t like Marcus Aurelius he makes everything seem so EASY
whenever I read his Meditations I end up pouting
So much for the father of stoicism
Stomaching underestimation has to be the most groveling experience ever
Most frazzling experience
Speak softly but with a big message, Naah
A bloodhound disguised as a lost puppy
Fast and Furious or lethargic and chilled out
grabbed me by the gonards and yanked me out of my little cocoon of oblivion and bliss
Distilling the fact that;
If I still suffer from mental blind spots at 20 years of age then I ain’t mature enough

Lines writing themselves through the eyes of a Stoic uncertain about the future
I’ve got some Nas in me
but I aspire to be like Lil Wayne
Am dilettante.. Bless my heart
But Überhoetry is my genre
This the cataclysmic apothecary in form of words
Überhoetry doesn’t want to be found 🙂  intentionally obnoxious to put people off 🙂  its an arcane privilege
A litany of raw experiences
 tome after tome of tableau vivant bullshit
Überhoetry is fine tuning bullshit precisions by a few decimal places
Its so bad that its good
How is it Überhoetry without the ribaldry
Paper does not blush. — Italian proverb [33414]
Outlandish in an exquisite way
Retrofit; my ass
This ain’t motherfreaking pedestrian poetry
Nobody else can do what I do.
Überhoetry is the “Trompe L’Œil” of the literature world
You heard it here first
Trompe-l’œil (French for “deceive the eye”, pronounced [tʁɔ̃p lœj])
its an art genre.
You can Google it. You’re welcome
Überhoetry flirts with Art Nouveau in the meadows
Überhoetry is a revolution against straitjacket poetry
Against the drunkenness of Kenyans on raconteurs
Frustrated by the complexity of Soyinka’s poetry
Überhoetry is eyes seeking a Lady to peel her panties, and show us the petals beneath
Akin to telling poets to come down and speak to the ordinary folk
Überhoetry is art created to take advantage of the philistines
Unadulterated with snobriety academics
“visionaries can be misunderstood by their unenlightened peers.” ~ Kanye West
Cassius Clay on my turf
Ali Bomaye on your ass
Kendrick Lamar’s career damaging verses
as a poet my poles shift from hopeless romanticism to basking in solitude. i am the highs and the lows


The world has been ending since it started
The purpose of life is its end
Grateful for this high life
The high life that’s not roused by love or wealth
Am simply swell
Who cares about tomorrow?..

Heinrich Ignaz Franz Biber made it to heaven
He seats on God’s lap for composing the Rosary Sonatas 
Swaleh Mdoe’s ‘Tafakari Ya Babu’ will make you lose your sense of humour
And we don’t want that now, Do we? 
Beethoven will make your ears bleed
Charles Bukowski will make you go blind
Mozart is a snoozefest
Earl Sweatshirt reaps his sauce from his dad’s poetry The Late -Prof Keorapetse Kgositsile
Abigail Arunga’s prose.. My type of writer
Ayub Ogada’s angelic conviviality
Hadraawi’s lyrical corpus might get you laid
But Überhoetry will make you soar and cover-your-behind 


The irony of Paupers in a hurry
blood spraying on cotton
Horses galloping on tarmac
Football cleats on tarmac


Martha Wayne’s pearls bouncing on Tarmac
Lip flesh Getting smeared in tarmac crevices
Kinetic blocks on Titan to conjure up Julius Caesar’s relief
Nails flaked off on impact from diving into still waters
Lick the blade
Hug a thug
Eminem’s fading Eminence that once was
Marshmallow Mathers
Imagery as vivid as a hypodermic needle in a haystack
Semblance of Blood in water
The hypocrisy of the extremists
Antisemitism bridled with Envy
Of sour grapes and hating outside the club
Saudi women dying high after getting stoned for being adulterous
Maasai niggas tearing down Rita Ora’s walls
Oceans coughing out black magic
Wave after wave
Picture all these in some art
Gore lusty art 
Skeptical Pharma-instincts of Percocets and Aderall painsting-ceutical trip
Picture that on a canvas
A carpet of cadavers
The rapacity of crows and ravens
Moaning and clapping of titties
Wailing and gnashing of teeth
Wet soccer stadiums to prevent grass burns
Condoms to prevent burns
A low frequency crocodile roar
Trespassers will be prostituted
Simon of Cyrene
16th & 17th century England — The England of Shakespeare and Elizabeth I
The radioactivity in bananas
The silence after the violence
What doesn’t kill you etcetera
As a god, maybe my world would be different. I would have never finished my creation. Who knows? Maybe that’s all it took 

Got no daddy issues I’ve got God issues
A nigga just Tryna punch above his own weight 
The world’s on a mission of making me completely apprehensive of entitlement
Well go fuck yourself world
What it do if I’m deserving of all the good things in life

Va te faire foutre.

Go fuck yourself sounds prettier in French

two strangers seeking little and wanting everything.
We’re just sitting flicking matches until one of us gets burned..
I have known a million kisses deep and embraced angels and devils. I learn most of us need too much or too little.
Death of heart and need is the real peace for a man who wanted everything and nothing.
Control yourselves ’cause the Man in the Sky is a tyrant and a lonely psychopath
allowing a sweet dream to die without a proper fight.

If you are the dealer
I’m out of the game
If you are the healer
It means I’m broken and lame
If thine is the glory then
Mine must be the shame

Death keeps curving me like she’s too good for me
If Clark Kent save me, who will?
Disregard basic human emotional states including love & shame for the Cheddar
Leaving behind soul filling shit to chase vanity that feeds the flesh

Cue Soundtrack

James Young ~ Parachute 
I’ll sing Kanye West’s ~ Love Lockdown outside your bedroom window
Eeeaating seeds as a pastime activity.. The toxicity of the city.🎶. I miss this song
“So if I just pack my bags and I leave this fuckery” ~ @Stormzy1 .. Felt that nigga
Martin Garrix // Dua Lipa ~ Scared to be lonely
Recognize ~ PND || Drake
Love lies ~ Khalid || Normani
Like a Virgin ~ Madonna
Get Back Up ~ T.I ft. Chris Brown
Blood on The Leaves ~ Kanye West
Poetic Justice ~ Kendrick Lamar ft. Drake
The Resumé ~ B.J The Chicago Kid
Akon ~ So Blue
Bad Wolves ~ Zombie
Drop The World ~ Lil Wayne || EMINEM “I hurt but I never cry”
“You keep the sunshine, save me the rain”
Time for that ~ Kevin Gates
Asking where’s my heart, good luck finding that 
Welcome To Heartbreak ~ Kanye West || Kid Cudi
Itchin’ ~ Lil Wayne
Public Holiday ~ Lose You
Yelawolf ~ Daddy’s Lambo
Rick and Morty theme song
Fire & Desire ~ Drake
Wishing ~ Chris Brown || Skeme
T-Pain ~ Best Love Song
Logic ~ Nikki
Iggy Azalea ~ Change your life
November ~ Tyler The Creator
From time ~ Drake ft. Jhene Aiko
Little Big Town ~ The Breaker … I just wish you were a better man
Roads Untravelled ~ Linkin’ Park
“Coz the love
that you lost
Wasn’t worth
What it caused
And in time
You’ll be glad its gone.” 

Your playlist could never 

smokescreen words
Replacing hobbies with hobbies
If passionate recklessness doesn’t kill me my own talents will
That’s if ass doesn’t beat them both to it

People dissing my traffic
Opinions over statistics of course
Artists make art because they must! An audience is excellent, but not integral to the production of the art
They want me to lose my boyish sincerity
We are social animals; hell is other people.
Too much money out hea to be hatin on the next nigca hustle 💯💰.

My art is immortal 
My art is immortal 
My art is immortal
My art is immortal
My art is immoral?

Shrewdness is turning your comeuppance into art
An empty life will leave a blank sheet of paper.

A world without Art is like a world without stimulants
So rooted in our psych but we take them for granted
The number of zombies you’d encounter each morning if tea and coffee were banned
Think of what an art exit would do
No more DC Comics
No more Lil Wayne
No poetry
No you ٤

She’s a gypsy soul that dances like the flame of a candle on it’s own tunes. Watching her is Nirvana.


A muse after my heart….
& I’ve never even met her
That’s the best and worst part
Its a fair deal coz I remain with the art
The muse being the poetry’s heart
So many ways I could stretch and use her persona
But she’s so ruthless she won’t let me
Everything in moderation, except you.

Only way to thank my beautiful muse
The Retepsian way
Consequences be damned
“It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time.”
~ A memoir.

30 timbers in the septic tank
Sweet-natured with an occasional savage attitude
Your want for her will mess up your whole wont
She taught me how to be a Savage then I used the savagery against her
“If you rattle a snake you must be prepared to be bitten” ~ John Michuki
Technically I rattled and what came out was boiling with seething passion
I failed with flying colours
Aglophitlier I almost enjoyed getting burnt
Adventure comes at a price
Missing a train is only painful if you run after it 

If she’s got arm fat
Best believe
There’s a fat heinie beneath the Abaya

سوف أكل لك من الخلف

My fair lady
Would you thou like to get turnt up with thy.
Normally I’d tear the dress apart
But this Guntiino deserves tenderness
Just like your skin.
Tracing your spine begging you to surrender
now, her Guntiino had ridden up to well around her waist with my hands pushing it even further up.
Tracing the areola from above the Macawii
Hands gripping her ass beneath the Dirac
Lucid dreaming and rambling Puntland couture
Sounds so picturesque and idyllic
Ivory Pearl of the Indian Ocean
Sexy crescent
Chocolate-filled croissant
No artist tolerates reality ~ Nietzsche
Figment is always a bad bitch
But at the end of the day,
What we’re left with is reality with a flat ass

Her boobs pressed on the bathroom’s tiled walls
Laying pipe amid steam
Her curves firmly kneaded against my brawns
Sliding the hammer between the two meaty pillows
As our skins slap
Wild flower cheerfully clenches turning the chocolate into paste
Wham!!! And a drunken look on this face
Spasm after spasm of my hot seed on her butt to rival the hot shower
Affirmatively whisper “Checkmate” in her ear; for the culture

She never acknowledged the Black Swan I pulled on her birthday
Bueller? Bueller?

This is us pillow talking

– a young mans long,
awkward, occasionally tragic,
and frequently humiliating education in affairs of the heart,
part III: the dance
Why so stingy though
Where’s pt I, II & IV?
Never got to know whether am a good dancer
Dance of the seven veils

Part IV: the striptease

Predilection for split hairs about myself from other people.. Who doesn’t?
I don’t like stingy people coz I ain’t stingy
You know what?
Piquant is French for stingy
Piquant is English for charming
It gotta suck to be both
Niggardly in Paris
The irony

The darkness peels back
as the fabrics fall off
silky skin
Clothing lies in a trail
of tears in wonder
at the perfection
of delicate sin
Naked ambition
in a provocative rendition
of Leonardo’s Mona Lisa
Perfect woman
meets searching eyes
is there one inch
that doesn’t incite delight
Staring into crystal balls
falling back into the black
as we reach the pinnacle
of this devious waltz
Bodies tangled
reaching the fantasy of gravity
and the peak of agony
as quickly as she comes
we go our separate ways
the lights come on
and I’m jolted awake in pain.

pas de deux baby
Happiness is fleeting
Dancing keeps happiness rooted
Dancing into her rhythm
Swaying Hips on hips.. Better than grinding
Gyrating at a rate so soft.. Booty so soft
Bonus, boners.. Ass gripping like its Pompeii

You know you’re damned if your pride is stronger than your lust
If you have to keep defending your pride while with her then she ain’t the one
Kiburi.. What a word
Sounds like a woman’s name
A woman I’d fuck
I don’t swallow my pride
I cum it so she can swallow it for me
I pour the rest into her jugs
Treacle on the areola
Mike Tysons lisp
30 thots
Call it a Pride Month

Beyond my pride, reckless notions
Is a man who flaunts, a spent virtue!
O’er mounds of muck, thru sewer lines

I can write ballads too if I want to
words dripping with uncontrolled want.
But a nigga is gonna look needy if it ain’t mutual.

Chics like you only exist in Cheesy novels

She scares me mahn
How she’s that pretty but doesn’t fear mud
Each day at the dawn twilight she gets up to draw battle lines
Then she gets compunctious for drawing them
A gentle fondle of the balls she just kicked
A massage to the pretty gonads she just bruised.

In Greek mythology, Calliope ( kə-LY-ə-pee;Ancient Greek: Καλλιόπη, Kalliopē “beautiful-voiced”) is the muse who presides overeloquence and epic poetry; so called from theecstatic harmony of her voice. She is spoken of by Hesiod and Ovid as the “Chief of all Muses.”

Thriving from complicated
She’s so used to patriarchy that she doesn’t even notice it when the ball is in her court
Women taking over men’s territories without ceding their own grounds

Grand gesture to pity party real quick
I hit voicemail and she never called me back
Diddly-squat discourse
In all defense, she was just chilling and I went to bother her
Both her and her peace of mind
Mind games and the shorter stick end
Resisting the innuendo urge
This stick gonna fit her like a glove  

I didn’t recall that I was recalcitrant intolerant
The best of the citrus fruits
Juicy and warm, wet and swollen
Worship my perversion
And you’ll get threefold orgasms.

When it comes to her am Pistorious
I can’t feel my legs
I get this murderous lust too
Hammering her with the constitution of an ox
As she quivers with warmth and tenderness
Yin & Yang
Baby held down in my overprotective embrace.
I can’t learn her mind from her eyes closed from the throes
I can learn her body though
Arching and yielding with a tigress’ passion.
as I tore right through her with every impaling stroke 
Talm’bout spine aligning dick.
All that foundation won’t conceal your craziness  

She’s a piece of work and she pays well 
Well, her authenticity makes her a magnet buffet.
With a great sense of self comes shagging all night
Her titty in my mouth within 30 seconds of making out
under some heavy tongue lashing
This tongue has a brain of its own
Pizza and canned beer after messing that long hair up
With both her lips swollen.

Posting these stuff is so orgasmic
And who wants to nut quick

“Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.”

Søren Kierkegaard

Well, I am most men

The fine line between Appreciating beauty and worshipping it
Hell hath no Fury than halfhearted Poetic Justice


Establishing symmetry all 2018
Art and Reality
Ngono na Ngoma
Gay and salacious
Manic eroticism and sexual ecstasy
Pussy and blows
Family and indestructibility
Love and respect
Sara and Samantha
Good and good in bed
Ass and ass
Hurt and heart
Hurt and fuck
Rooting and growth
Growth and evolution
Grace and vile
Wits and wist
Die and Swoon
Partying and chilling
First time and First time out loud
Maybe and baby
Vestal and incel
Water and jelly
Favourite and Best
Finicky and askance
Cavalier and smarmy
Pixilate and irreverent
Ennui and craic
Beeswax and personal life
Careless happiness
Come fuck me // Come with movies
Sleazy enabler and clever dissembler
Enamor and intrigue
Ls & Ws
There’s an asymmetrical paradox to blame for all my past misfortunes

Aqua Blue Club in Westi is the hardest place to enter in Nairobi
Mahn its now exclusively 30 years and over
The bouncer looks at your beardless baby face and he turns fatherly
What do they want?
Why am I even complaining.. Its not like I’d afford a private lounge in the club
fake I.Ds coz by the time am 30 years old clubs like Aqua will be everywhere
Sucks coz girls ain’t restricted
Either I get a fake I.D or a skirt
Its so funny seeing 28 year olds barred from entry
Like nigga grow a beard and stop looking 20.. Lmao
You should see the beard bias these bouncers have
Hypothetically speaking
Asap Rocky would be required to show his I.D while Drake gets in unperturbed coz the latter has a beard
Despite Asap being 2 years older than Drake
Prophet Owuor would be a Pimp over here
He would be a potential beard gang patron,
I don’t like booze anyway

Folks at their 20’s looking 26 coz of fried livers and hard liquor
Of once strong men coughing put trachea hairs due to ‘delectable’  gin. Fie!
Empty souls going nuts over shots
I’ve seen it all mahn
Asum Garvey calls them sucker ass niggas
Boujee niggas and Boujee bitches were made for each other tbh.
Not every obnoxious nigga is Boujee
But all Boujee niggas are obnoxious
Y’all sipping obnoxious nigga grub
Save us from boujiness
Nyinyi ndio watu mnachocha Noti Flow
Where do girls learn of all those exquisite liquors with snobbish names like mojito
In short where do girls learn all that Banger’s bitch stuff
Thinking that being a Boujee bitch is being a classy bitch
The Boujee bitches of Karen
Si y’all form a reality show
Decadent bourgeois of Whoville

Assorted Pleasures
Of Mango breasts and Citrus Vajayjays
Big ‘Ol Thighs & Squishy caramellow hurdies
Squeeze it like a trigger
Curious girls who do girls
Girls with wanking videos on their Dropbox
Trappings of cute panties
Dirty, lusty energy and twerking with no knickers on
You name it
Bitter bitches.. One booty short away from being hoes
God bless the nigga who hurt you
Good girls with a hoe aura
Chics with mad game to manipulate my mettle
Forge kegels from my heart of gold
The kegels are a metaphor for dependency

16 year olds who love getting fuccked
Appetites stronger than my will
She’s both trouble and troubled
You can’t fuck depression out of your system
Underage letches in control and broken ramrods
Any wild man will stick her ass in the air
Soft drinking and making out in pools
Oh taste my blood now, protège-dent for those teeth
Relax baby, This ain’t war
More wet than a mermaid’s twat
Shake thou up with her free spirit
Be free, not loose

My love language is inconsistent grand gestures
I don’t like to chase
I don’t like to share
Pretty please don’t kill my vibe
I ain’t too proud to beg 
I need a chair
I can’t stand the mockery of romance
I can’t stand the comparison of love languages
We’re supposed to, love till our hearts ache
Laugh till our hearts stop
There’s love in cloverleaf
Love hearts inverted .. love sucks.. Inverted hairy love sacs
If you want true love buy a puppy
Pure love cannot sustain in an imperfect world


We taking no guff in 2018
Go and cosy with fancy pants over there and leave me alone
We only dreamin’ bout sweet girls and goodhearted sluts
Bilious bitches need’a stop taking it out on innocent niggas
The only person who should be catching those hands and invectives is the nigga who hurt you
Bitches suffering ’cause the system fucked ’em, now they fucking
They can’t hide they battle scars and their bitchiness but they can hide they stomachs

in his screenname ~ 🌹
on his mind ~ nothing
in his dms ~ underage girls  
Kutuibia hoodie na Kutujazia tao
Highschool chics dangerously twerking never gets old
Break that immature back before adulthood makes you shy
& society frowns upon you

She was drowning coz her boyfriend had a shorter lifeline
Being a bitch full of bile never looked cute on anyone
Niggas be like: “Come Fuck With a Real Nigga” ….. And still have churchgirl fetish
I see you Elton.. Haha
Mouthwatering nudes from the church girl.

I just want a flower that only blooms for me

A bloomer a day keeps the wildings away.

NIGGALATIONS 2:24 : A man leaves his hoes and moves into his dream girl’s home where they fuck till kingdom come
Because his hoes were but stepping stones to his dream girl.
Too much ass to pass up for the right girl
But if the right girl can make it bounce for a real nigga,
Then maybe
Sadly.. Girls as funny as Tiffany Haddish or Cardi B are still in hoetation
Chics closely as funny as Cardi B or Tiffany are still in hoetation, sadly
If you can’t get one exceptional woman get four who are halfway there
Expand the Menu


“Love is cursed by monogamy” ~ Kanye West
Who said love can’t thrive in a ménage?
Just bring three of your sexiest friends
We’ll get tested for S.T.Is
Then we can move in together and form a ménage à quatre
Ménages are better than harems because no one is using the other
And you love each other
Plus there’s multiple orgasms
Normalizing ménages..
Hillary would be so proud
A ménage consisting of Dua Lipa, Riri, Bahayogi & Bebe Rhexa is quite something
Quite something of a functional relationship
Occasionally inviting a big booty bitch to spice things up
Call that house a squirt heaven
Scarlett Johansson // Imogen Poots I want the gay
Should we add geeky Jessica Alba in the mix
Fucking on some nerd shit is better than fucking on cocaine
Erykah Badu to give us Bedtime stories.
Stephanie Italia Ricci // Nina Dobrev ft. A BBC
Ashley Michelle Tisdale with flower tattoos scissoring Janine Lindemulder with the flower tattoos
Lady Gaga// Pink// Christina Aguilera
Fuck around and marry a freaky Bosnian woman Ivana Miličević
Muthoni wa mablanketi,
Nicole Kidman is 50 years old.
No fucking way..
That smile is getting to my menagé still
Moriah Mills thigh gap to fuck while standing.
Florence Kasumba adorned in witch regalia
missus Birgitte Hjort Sørensen
Lili Simmons
Amirah Vann
Sharyl Apondi, Dr. Phoenix The Dalai Mama, Huddah Monroe giving you head while looking at you with her Saigon eyes & Mayonde moaning
I’m 51% wishy, 49% washy
Tabrett Bethell  || Katherine Bailess
Julia Goldani Telles Damn
Fuck the privilege out of Taylor Swift
Fuck the weirdness out of Tove Lo
Nicolette Robinson
Stefanie Martini
Dascha Polanco’s lips
Jorja who?
“Let me breathe baby”
The nigga who handles Nelly Furtado’s thiccness
Tracee Ellis Ross — Contours
Dua Lipa — lips
Damn.. Dua Lipa’s whole aura.. 
Dua Lipa doesn’t even need a thicc ass
And she’s gonna kill men
Heck, she kills men
Human embodiment of the tulips
The oxymoron of wanting a submissive dominiatrix 
Nice legs
Am talking Demetria Obilor
Something in the lines of Nadia the model and invigorating tightness
And white chics used to horse dildos
Lady gaga’s PokerFace
Melissa McCarthy, Inessa Frantowski & Cameron Diaz.. Am Bedevilled
Dear Sheila Marie
I’ll Smoke you out and rub your butt. If you feed me and play vinyls
Have Melissa Roxburgh sing the Canadian National anthem for us
Can’t take Loki seriously after he dated Taylor  Swift
Emily Beecham but with black hair
Carolina Herrera:  “My eye was accustomed to see pretty things.”
But have you seen chocolate meat my Lady?
Natalie Alyn Lind
Eva Green, Dilan Gwyn
Arielle Caroline Kebbel
Emily Meade
Then in the midst of fucking all these women,
This indomitable woman waltzes right through and does things to you
Intense with dangerous beauty
You dedicate every male’s morning wood to her
Who in a twisted kind of way and with the right balance, actually lives up to her name’s meaning
So you curse yourself for trying to picture her naked
You wanna Ravage her with passion
But you consider your Pursuit for her ruthless

quod me nutrit me destruit (“what nourishes me destroys me”

And you donno what to do
You just don’t
You’ve got Rihanna’s ass cheeks in your hands
Not the most alimentary-appropriate analogy, I know, but
The future belongs to the dreamers
This is some emancipating poetry
A carousel of fuckery
more than just hoo-ha chronicles
Big Pimping in your mama’s kitchen if you use my words against me
Being well bred is a sure ticket to boredom
We are drawn to the weird because the weird is showing us something about ourselves.
Brace yourself for Westworld Season 2


A backdoor into the mind through the heart
Into the heart through the ass
Let me dwelleth in thine buttcheeks
Victual body parts initiate the Flehmen response on her face upon stimulation
Saying “Ain’t No” in an American accent
“I didn’t bring a condom so we’re gonna have to use the Brexit method”
Graphite shafts in cigarette butts
Run a train on both sides of the subway
Love makes the lightest sound
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
Would you rather be cosseted or fucked senseless?
Moto bila kuni?
Cheeks were made to be pounded
I’m the strongest and she the spongiest

Tabula rasa “blank slate”
Rasa biggie.
Ass so jiggly.. them jeans look like sweatpants
Back pockets on female pants. It allows them to hold their own ass while looking casual.
We see what you’re doing forward ho.
The paradox of strong, independent women….who want their foreheads kissed and asses smacked.

Pull up on ye who wears Cleopatra’s scent
I fucking love that orange blossom
Extreme body language and an ass made for cuddling
Deuce we’re a perfect match
Lemme eat the cake

This’ where the plot thickens
And the plot thickens
Then she twerks
This is where the plot starts posting thirst traps
Can’t curve me if you don’t have curves baby
Titsgiving vs. Thongsgiving.
brassiere less badassery big titty skulduggery
Novelty tease
Rambunctious booty 
galactagogic boobies
Panty chewing cameltoe
Panty swallowing booty.
Rotund booty
Panty chewing booty
*She learns to pole dance on my morning wood*
 My pipe is jelly for those buns
Panty drenching sexts
Fuck! I’m sleazy but appreciate the candor
There’s no such thing as too much ass
“If a man’s reach does not exceed his grasp then what’s a heaven for?” ~ Robert Browning

Lenny watched her warily as she lay prone, having kicked the clothes off the bed,
her nates silvered by the Roman moonlight to the likeness of a meringue..
Warmer than a hot piece of pie
Juicier than the ripest fruit
Sweeter than pure honey
…She waits to be devoured 
The sausage assuaged her
As good as an unemployed nigga’s dick

Stole a kiss.. But she was ready
She kissed back and started panting like a hungry lion
Its called taking what’s yours
Face The Wall and Spread Davinna
Sexy dark skin woman
Strong lust for such weak shoulders
Disconcerted High and Dry from all this tongue-kissing
You know she likes you if she doesn’t mind you tasting like Smokie Pasua
Or maybe she just loves Smokie Pasua 
God is gonna pull an ‘Onan’ on you for ignoring her Holy sideboob
She’s so petty
She’ll only give that ass up to mature niggas
Mature niggas will only break your heart boo
Girls will have crushes
Women will have lovers
Goddesses will have themselves
Can I nut on your edges? 😍😍  

Some chics you just think about and your dick jumps
A bitch in her prime
I’m talking about mature beauty
Every woman with that mature kind of beauty has baggage
If it ain’t a kid its sex addiction or a fucked up ex or an abnormal body count
The baseline is she wouldn’t let you fuck if she never had baggage
Some fucked up excuse like you’re too young for me
“You’re too young” is coded for “you’re broke”

Utaitwa pussy
Utaitishwa pussy
Na hautaitiwa pussy
You used to cornballs in your grill.  Let me take my sauce to where it’s needed
Omnidictum dicacity
Am that courageoushy type of nigga
You won’t see me unless you want to
Predilection for split hairs about myself from other people
Withholding judgement is a disease
A Christian Pestilence
Squeamish over details in a cheesy kind of way
I know. I know baby
Its an origami paper trail
In my presence you’ll be skittish..
And I ain’t bragging  

Obnoxiousness is a gambit
A defense mechanism
By the heterosexual male
To bring out a girl’s true nature
Coz these women be phony as fuck
Savages acting demure
Obnoxiousness saves your marshmallow heart from getting torn apart by these savages

I’ve had my fair share of being called aloof alright
Its an instinct to act aloof towards intrigue
I can’t help it..
You fear what intrigues you coz that’s your kill nigga
What does it take to put indulgence and intrigue on the same sentence?
Certainly not poems
Only super intrigue can take me out of my element
I’d kill to witness locker room conversations between Murinho and Pogba
Since it is impossible,
Super intrigue would be teleporting into the locker room
Money has to wingman for indulgence to kiss intrigue
Money too has to chaperon for indulgence coz intrigue will buy her shots to get her loose
I teeter you totter
Tales of off base intrigue from boys with no ground to stand on

Don’t take thee out of thy element if you won’t give thee some electricity
Of intelligent women behaving like arm candies
To occasionally confuse you and disarm you
A prisoner in plain sight
The type of girls who’ve read thousands of books but still act like bimbos
Intelligent enough to suppress guilt
and replace bitchy with peachy
But you tolerate her coz “Fat Ass”
Double SS like Chevelle
She has her wise moments
Maybe she acts dumb to keep you on a leash
Swali la pesa Ni?
Who’s getting into whose guts?
Never ever test my will
Hell or high water, you’ll kill your own spirit before you kill mine
She became my kryptonite without ever showing me love
That’s a rare specimen
She was my girlfriend when dinosaurs roamed the earth 
Last time I hugged her she pressed her body on my groin to feel the boner but it wasn’t there
I was limp, shlung like a moose
That’s when I knew my feelings for her had evaporated
Million Dollar smiles for a guy with only 2 cents
I know we were teenagers but she wasn’t just practising
Goodhearted sluts named Kimberley putting pressure on a 20 year old to be like their dads
Trust me, Dusty boy will be better than your dad and by that time you won’t be by his side ..
Hmh, hmh, hm
So enjoy this good dick while it lasts
Hahah hua nashangaa sasa tukishika noti si tutadrown kwa coochie

She died after her boyfriend took her for her second abortion
True story
Twice bitten forever shy
People fear pregnancy more than S.T.Is?
Mama told me (Aye)
Precaution prevents abortion

My mum needs to drop a Mix tape and they’ll quote what she spits like Mugabe if not Confucius
She got bars
Like those Sijui utamu wa nini Ni nini
Utamu wa keki ni icing sugar
Keki bila icing Ni ugali
Utamu wa chai Ni maziwa
This one we argued till kingdom come
I used to say utamu wa chai ni sukari
Till I realized, the more watery the tea was, the more sugar it needed
What a metaphor, So relatable to real life

You become a tea connoisseur by drinking it without sugar
This way you will realize the difference between good quality and bad quality tea

Neutralizing shit like does lemon on fish and honey
Lemon to separate milk and water in tea
Lemon to make Beyonce sing
Turn tequilas into margaritas
A concoction of milk and honey
Honey to make muratina
Tumesema hivi
bash yako kama haina muratina hatukuji
Four cousins Kitu gani
A little honey for the tea to cure insomnia
And its punch time

NewYork’s BestSeller; Affairs of The Heart: A Duress To The Fuck Nigga
In the jargon, idil
Edged out by the whispers from Post-Mojo V insisting Its a Love Thing
“Quality over Quantity”
Queen of moue
It’s entrancing
An inspiration factory
Sweet and life-affirming
She makes me go coco now am getting my espresso
Nothing is coincidence
Everything is connected
Potato, fries
Full flush of womanhood
Provided all the fillip needed
There’s Ham in Alhamdulilah
Just put myself in harm’s way
Garlic Mockingjay
Saum Hunger games
Tearing her walls down, first metaphorically then literally
Slowly peeling her baati
Peel it off like a bandage
And she’s just like I imagined her to be
You ever watched a chik slowly peel her panties off and it’s like her buttcheeks jump out like peek a boo..God is good man

That file is corrupted
If at all I wanted to hurt you I’d have already done it
I like you girl in particular
People with no Grace are constantly timorous that other people are like them
Might diss you in this new poem just for kicks
But that’s not my speed
This ain’t a burn book
The same platform that was used to love can’t be used to desecrate 
Implying impudence was a means to an end
It’s crasser than crass to apologize for being crass 
I almost apologised for being intense until I remembered that my intensity is not accidental.
Wallowing passively in the Slough of despond
Puts another L in CHANEL
Puts the 2nd L in wallahi
L’s create fecundity


Pushing vs Pulling
Its like getting told to choose between luck and blessings
I mean you would want half of both
It doesn’t matter whether its pushing or pulling when you’re at the middle
That’s why the cyclist’s chair and pedals are placed in the middle of the bicycle
To balance the pull and push.
You pay for Access first and Exclusivity later
That’s why dates are overrated
These Chics be for everybody
So glad I accepted this before turning 21
Debut of such a beau
Grabbing drinks to excuse grabbing ass
Only thing worse than hoeing is hoeing the old fashioned way. For cash or for pleasure
Choose one coz you can’t have both
One of the 2 is so yesteryear.
All of the 2
Gotta be good at it.. Go Nola Darling
By now you should’ve known that I ain’t the type of person to dangle carrots at
It is a curse to see so clearly
Why give my dick a ghost when it’d rather have a host
Make it feel at home with love
Sikupi hii ndizi kama hujanifurahisha roho.
Ju Mi nasaka manzi mwenye anataka cha mvunguni na Ni sharti ainame na amebeba Ka Msalame.

shoes and gadgets
pussy dynamics and futuristic dynamics
Shoe guys become car guys 
Gadget guys become property guys
Gadget guys are the biggest hoes
If you see me in expensive Jordan’s.. They were meant to impress one specific girl
Shoe guys win. Imagine my descendants discovering that my shoe game was weak.. .

Nothing screams designer more than HBA
No soul should be subjected to such merch
Looking like a million bucks in mtumba 
If its Burgundy with the Gucci stripes it ceases being mtumba

Lil Wayne’s wardrobe vs. Future’s wardrobe
Jaden Smith could easily fit into Kanye’ shoes…
Octopizzo the only nigga who looks good in vans

Ain’t it funny how the richest niggas have the worst sense of fashion?
The world needs to give people like us money so we can create a subculture that teaches people how to ball
The connection between heredity and balling
They need to give these chips to us
Us with balling genes
Balling…  Saint Laurent Mascots
6’1 solid but I ball like am 6’9
Balling like the elves on BRIGHT
Serena’s green balls on the court white balls in the sheets
She too Playa
Cabal of cool rich who turned the phrase “Ball so hard” into a greeting
Spoiling yourself ain’t materialism btw
You know you were destined to ball if you make big moves with little cash
If you’ve got balling argot at your palate waiting for the opportune time to spew
These reverse nini ninis of the world ain’t always fair
You “ball on” (phrasal verb)
Ball on yourself
Ball on these fools
Ball on your girl
Balling should have results.
Something good to show
Spending $700 on make up is balling
Drinking 180,000 is not balling
What do you gain rather than a hangie and drunk texts
Maboy wanaringa wamefika Dubai mbona
I thought kumanga mapoko wa Amsterdam na Bangkok ndio kuball
 Paying 70k for ‘sleeve’ tattoo is balling
Obama’s tan suit.
Staggering thousands enough to buy my girl an Ecclissi watch from an informal Ghetto pawnshop
Bramba kadhaa na nishajiona Shabba Ranks
What does the word enough mean?

Smeared my stake board with shit now the odds are full of shit
Buying a Ferragamo tie
What are the odds of people noticing its a Ferragamo tie?
What are the odds of your guests realizing that you made your chapatis using Olive oil?
What are the odds of noticing Uhunye’s $10,000 watches?
Probably as fuzzy as the odds of meeting a tweep at an event
Or the odds of a man drinking the Cruel Mistress champagne

Claiming that having money makes you a baller is like saying
Its like saying Cubans who smoke Cigars are cooler than Italians who smoke cigarettes Yet they all smoke tobacco
Its like saying you’re smoking marijuana in order to sing like Kid Cudi
Or like saying you’ll take Chance The Rapper’s girlfriend coz you dress better than him
Its like saying you’ll take Nasty C’s girlfriend coz you’re taller than him
Or like saying that Muhammad Ilyas Qadri is gonna take my girlfriend coz he has a red beard
Or A Latina without a banging figure
True sophistication is more of a state of mind rather than money

Even though Kidero was a looter
Mahn mad props to the guy for being a real baller
Penache, Rolls Royce Corniche, Capishe
Phantoms Garnished
Custom plates mazishi
Museveni with his bad shoes and oversize suits needs a day in the life of à la mode Prof. Anyang’ Nyong’o and his kingsman tailor
The suave Prof. Will save Museveni from himself and his tormenting English-ganda
Teach him how to ball & Talk like the big guns
Big man Luo Talk
Does Museeveezy really need that hat?
Mayweather–esque type of balling looks bland and shallow..  Mayweather–esque ¾ of your money spent on one supercar..  Rather fake my death and go to Cuba
Harun Mwau–esque is having a death wish
Humans–esque .. Too old to enjoy one’s wealth
Matiba; Njenga Karume—esque .. You have to be on drugs inorder to lend the government money
I’d rather blow it all in a strip club
Fantastic Tom Ellis–esque
Makini—esque to turn you into a party animal
Tyga—esque Mo Money Mo Problems.. Let me see for myself
Kabogo-esque.. Who wants to be smashing college Chics at 54 years of age?
Gaddafi—esque smashing Amazonian women. Hulk Hoegans. I prefer them buxomed
Bruno Mars–esque cocaína cocaína
Zlatan Ibrahimovich—esque… 45 year old Swedish in a ponytail calling himself a lion
According to Jamaican Godfathers,
Working hard and being rich cures Badmind,
Then Vybz Karter came along…
Neymar—esque ..
Sa unatakaje buda
Bruce Wayne—esque baba
Rich but with a brooding personality
I ain’t shitting you
If I had that “fuck you money”, I’d definitely live like Batman
Even on a fractal minuscule
You know why?
Bruce Wayne is a Dionysian while Clark Kent is an Apollonian
Tony Stark is a nut case (scrotumetaphorical)

Bruce Wayne;
His parents got shot when he was just a Lil Wayne
On some mystical dark bachelor shit
With ravishing femme fatale Catwoman to randomly subpoenis you anytime she wanna fuck

So you scratched the surface and you got disappointed
What did you expect to find?
Robert Downey Jr?
Downey ain’t even that perfect
He started using weed at age 5 
Kinda like Donald Glover
Donald Glover’s life story is too successful to be interesting
Like no drawbacks
No depression
No drugs
No eccentricity
I’d rather Stanley Tookie Williams life story over Glover’s
I mean even Elon Musk had hitches
The only major drawback Donald Glover has faced is when Young Thug made a song and named it Donald Glover
Evil Genius Santiago Spaniards who thought of Taking black people to The Caribbeans
Creating new cultures from scratch
Who says you can’t play God and win
Gather your chess pieces

My mind is so affected by chess
You wanna understand me, you need to know chess
Chess is dangerous because it instills Precarious tendencies in a person.
Its a transaction that you can lose from as much as gain
I am a figure chess grandmaster in my own right
Nobody wants to play with me anymore coz they are tired of losing to me
“What’s the point of playing a game you’ll never win?” is their argument.
Fucking pussies
We talking Teflon niggas like me
Only a diamond can cut a diamond
I want a chess slugfest
Not from an algorithm coz no egos are involved here
I want real human tension
A worthy opponent
Pry a little into my mate’s mind
A true mindfuck
Perks of looking like damaged goods when you actually ain’t
Caginess always wins in chess 
You take people for a ride by making them think they’re taking you for a ride
Its like sex.. Feigning gentleness only to play rough once the guard is down

Tried to dovetail our egos into one beautiful tapestry but it just couldn’t work
One of us should should shoot hers down
I know I’ll get more pussy if I ditched my ego, or so I’ve been told
Without my ego I am nothing
There’s no weight in what I do
Ego is not conceit
Conceit is such a turn off. I know

Pounds in The Loud got me feeling like a Drug Lord
Turn up till you burn out.
But since we are lubber and like choosing jobs,
We’ll tell the government to Quit baller-blocking us
Blame everything on
Fuck being at the right place at the right time
I need the opportunities to come to me to my bed
I’ll get rich for the pussy
Bacon, pineapples, grapes and pomegranate juice like we in Italy
Smacking her ass in the streets of Bologna
Doing it right is my “ace of spades”.”A♠”;
Put some swagger on it you know
Chics who avoid/ fear marrying a loser end up just doing that; marrying a loser
The universe ain’t your chessboard
Who’s a loser in this economy?
Coin tossing with your dating life. Yikes!
Inverted scales and shit
margaritas ante porcos —— Pearls before swine 

Msemo wa Sufferer:

(i) Mtu hujikuna ajipatapo

(ii) Hatuwezi kula punda na tubakishe mkia

(iii) Jungu kuu halikosi ukoko

We are getting underhanded
I know a nigga who drank kshs 180,000 worth of booze in less than a month
I thought we were in this broke business together as millennials
We are getting underhanded
So broke I only got two cents
We’re so anaemic and our shallow pockets are still bleeding
Capitalism dude


Palladium Laser engraved
Black Centurion Cards..
For What?
If its any consolation, we’re just embellished mobile bags of faeces
We’re all destined for the bowels of the earth
So what’s the point of frugality 
The two paradoxes
To ball or not to ball
Dizzying affluence & Dangerous opulence
Cross my marshmallow heart with a cold black façade 
I wanna be stupid rich
Coveting corvettes
Too gay to be a pussy whip
Bury me like a pimp
Zebra drapes on the hearse
Gold paint on my car..  24 Carart
Play hard without working
Navy blue suit, no ties, blue shirt golden chain
Brown ass in some brown khakis
Car keys in my khakis
Bespoke Jimmy Choo
Gucci embroidery
Obama’s tan suit
Wood, leather, cigars and bourbon
Blue and bellicose velveteen
Sudanese voluptuous concubines
High-ceilinged living rooms with Greek pottery
Bloody Helipad
Part of being rich is misspelling Courvoisier
Eating Photogenically
Pink sandy beaches
Spinning Polaris wheels
Big Pimping in Barcelona
Privacy is a right
Privacy gets treated as a privilege
Privacy ends up being a luxury
That only bake sale money can buy
A penthouse in Nakuru
Escobar’s La Catedral. With big booty bitches to adorn the pool parties
Tesla Batmobile
Eating white chocolate in the shower 
I feel like T’challa
Life’s good 
What’s a woman’s warmth
Lemme retire to bed and think about the lucky woman that’s gonna marry me
The kind you can ignore but want to open the door,
Name your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain’t yours 

Mussbenice getting stoned with Kid Cudi
Blazing mad kush with Uhunye
Drugs are only an option when you’re rich 
Clean drugs are expensive
Original high grade marijuana is called Shashamani.. Worth 400 /= per bud
Everyone’s pumping loud now
Weed is now blasé
What happened to esoteric?
Basically what 70% of the new crop of stoners smoke is called Manyaru
The lowest quality of marijuana
Shada inanuka makaa
Sometimes laced
Hotboxing with trash reefers

Billionaire Scotch tastes like piss
And I’ve never drank piss
Is it expensive coz of Lalique bottles or for the booze in it
Overpriced Art Nouveau vanity
Wine.. Anything but South African piss
Anything but designer Cologne
Inverted skirts with a boyish name
Martinis are so girly
In symbolism, an inverted figure always signifies a perverted power
Ale, stout and porter none of these liquors beats Traditional brews.. 
Sweet sweet muratina
Can’t they make vodka any richer¿ or sweeter?

Bash bila Muratina sio bash 
African Marula Vs. Kigelia africana,
Amarula Vs. Muratina 
Booze with anti-diuretic properties

The Guarana fruit, Paullinia cupana, native to Venezuela and northern Brazil could never compete

Wanted to use it
It ended up using me
The brew had other things in mind
I donno how to party
The brew knows how to party
As refreshing as drinking canned beer,
Chugging beer straight from the can
Add a greasy Burger pon that

Is sex really a drug or are you people just mentally weak? 🤔

Y’all niggas tripping ain’t no Safari
My Dawg’s hatari
Don’t make me let them do the damage 
Cough syrup and the molly
Spoiling and I’m balling
Come on drop some R&b but I guess trap is what I’m burning
Hey, I’m sorry
Should’ve known should’ve bailed
Sunday Kanisani nikitubu dhambi na ma-hangie
Skrt Skrt Charles Bernie
Spicy Ka biryani
Blowing on Shashamani
Kwenye hewa Ka rubani
Goo bites na armani
Maji maji Ka Dasani
Maji Maji no rebellion 

Methinks the only thing God hates is abuse
The whole semantics on the word abuse
Wrong usage, too much usage and desecration 

Albatrosses hoovering over the sharp minarets of that large Istanbul mosque is the most scenic stuff ever
If God were to choose an earthly residence, it has to be Sultan Ahmed
Me I believe murmurations are a godly dance
An MRI that converts a Butterfly’s flight pattern into musical notes

Consciousness Began When the Gods Stopped Speaking …

Middle finger atrophy.. Am becoming a good person.
Dear universe,
I’ve tried being a good kid
Please make me a mushroom millionaire
Dear Universe,
Please give me the leeway to break the rules and still turn out rich
Judged by the God of soldiers
One that judges heart instead of deeds
I know we not really your people coz we slack on the churchgoing and shit
But check out for thee
The goodhearted
*cheque out for thee 

Screaming Elohim without a heart contrite is in vain

If Jesus had a sense of humour like His Dad
He’d be stingy with his Grace
It is from Hesus’ Grace that our Mad sauce, swag and stuff comes from
I keep telling my mum, were it not for Hesus & the free grace, I’d have converted
Then I remember how the Arabs used to threaten Zayn coz he smoked cigarettes 

Then again,

Raw sex was in the Bible

He only smokes Dunhill.. that’s what he said
Dunhill to Sportsman to Roster in 6 months
Money was the case
Smokers perk me up
If you want to negotiate money with a smoker meet him before the Smoke Break
Awesome specimen.. Imma fuck around a number of them and write a book on the species

Get yourself a yokel friend
Get yourself a cool chain smoker friend
Get yourself an ex-con friend

Thank me later

Feeling for them beautiful girls with rich, super corny & boisterous friends
Too rich for my blood huh
Well my blood’s too rich for your money.
You only Live Once
You’re shallow coz you profile your gang
Ingratiating ass licking City slickers.
Bourgeois elitism can sit on this dick
T&Cs Apply?
A different kind of elitism
Streetwise elitism
That which separates those who can connect the dots from those who cannot
Regardless of their levels of sophistication and learning
Classicists and polyglots who only hang around Intellectuals and Bohemians miss out big time 
The little fish see things the big fish miss coz they’re busy puckering up to the other big fish
They want mystery and romance not sterile common sense and conventional wisdom
Raw knowledge is better than erudition
Raw wisdom is got from the wretched of the earth
Scum is gold
The human experience is so boring without dynamism from the good
Life without rough edges is unfulfilled
Opulence without a lil dirt is dwarfing your soul

Big soul
Big soul got no room for one more muhfcka
Perhaps the only muhfcka in her life,
Muhfckas are good,
Help us remember our meaningful friends
Kina fat Trevor
No ah mean that with all disrespect
Didn’t picture her as the type to
Nobody gets pictured as the type to do some shit
An expert in tu quoque 

I am by no means a simple man
I’m a man of passion
I said it with my wide chest

smokescreen words
Replacing hobbies with hobbies
If passionate recklessness doesn’t kill me my own talents will
That’s if ass doesn’t beat them both to it

At the chance to take something valuable, you pass up for something precious

Haram/ Vice Prez. For Biden
forbidden like bathroom sex
That’s why its so 
Deep, hidden fires
Have you seen her? That oxymoron
With the innocent lust
Her Bismillah s overpowered my Hail Marys
Trynna shudder at the thought of you,
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire. ~ Ferdinand Foch
Trying to leave her without jumping ship
All those nights she made me simper and wallow in equal measure.
Saying “Screw you!” A million times
Its hexcraft
Please don’t turn me into a touchy-feely roué
I ain’t that guy
That would be akin to making me buy the wrong flowers

Pretty girl, bad habit
Armada, Cornucopia
Male hoes: The byproduct of lovesick lover boys
Bruising her butt cheeks from our skins slapping
Kisti legendary mamen
Use of the word “intercourse” to dilute sensuality
You know you love her when you can already picture her soft neck in your mighty arms
Should there be any reason for hoeing?
Hoeing is beyond the threshold of “It’s Just Fucking”
The sinner versus the one who judged him
That Mike Okombe imbroglio is now the benchmark
Unaeza kuta Okombe alikataa kuosha vyombo
What The Fish wants
The Fish gets
Even bait
Get a girl, zip it up ~ Tommy Lee
The old version of honour is overrated
I, of course, reserve the right not to take my own advice

Being nice hurts, doesn’t it
Adulting hurts
A strange game,
The only winning move is
Not to play 
It is more difficult to be a loser in a game you set up yourself

Londoners are so gay
Londoners have the cleanest air
But their accent; SMH.
Its like they inhale the most polluted air
The sun fears Berlin
The sun loves Spanish-speaking countries
The sun surely does hate Africa
The sun hates Africa so that the temperate countries could survive..
Warm waters of the Caribbean keep Norway’s waters unfrozen
Thank the tropics for the Gulf Stream
cold and hostile Siberia is still habitable coz of The Tropics
16th & 17th century England — The England of Shakespeare and Elizabeth I
What kind of society is that
Non-Kenyans will never know what a joy it is to pinch ugali and dip in fish stew
This isn’t a point of view. This is a fact
Chiselled faces of cushite women staining my brain
Lols in East Africa
In the equator we see booty in the sky for three months
We don’t take this torrid zone for granted
Frenchman, the language of love from a country with a stinking past
Beauty of the French language juxtaposed by French vulgarity
Prisons and Ghettoes reflect a redundant Gaul past
Vulgarity rears ugly head into Eiffel high end society
Your country is so trash that you have to colonize overseas Tropical waters of Oceania
You rename the territories French Polynesia
broke: roman republic ended with augustus
woke: roman republic ended with diocletian
bespoke: roman republic ended with Vatican II 
gloriose: roman republic began with pope francis
Hannibal of Carthage destroyed the Roman Empire
Carthage is ancient Tunisia, Northern Africa
Meaning Hannibal was black
History still calls him a Barbarian
They appeased us with Black Panther though..

the endless playing with fire,
You don’t need a homerun without a big swing
Apparation for Apparition kind of thing
Trying to avoid any l’esprit de l’escalier
Tacky quality
Beautiful ambience.. Beautiful Beautiful ambience

Girls will blame you for making you make them feel guilty for their mistakes which were apparently yours

Eudaemonistic big breasted babe
Carmine lips and Cotton candy wigs
Unfolding in virtual plain sight
We shall revisit when circumstances are right
She knows damn well that her lips are her best feature but she keeps focusing on her busties 
Cosmetic turning me into a sucker?
Am just postponing my heartbreak 

Sleekly puts the r in fiend

Skinny girls experiencing deep tissue orgasm cue shallow cutis versa corium 
The riper the banana gets, the thinner its peels become 
Those sexy burlesque girls calling themselves skinny
Skinny means Njugush 
Autocorrect changed sultry to slutty and this DM took a turn…
Bananas are the strippers of the fruit world
Those Chics with unisex names be the baddest fr
She had exemplary ball draining techniques

Grow some balls or dry the nuts before planting 

Intergenerational balls
In Matador bulls,
The female are more thoroughly tested, including by a bullfighter with his capes; hence a bull’s “courage” is often said to descend from his mother.
Mucho macho
If I don’t splash this canvas with cliches of how perfect my mother is,
Who else will?
Especially when her good qualities outweigh her bad qualities by far
savvy everything

Good kid sucked into an ugly world
Costing me money to get rid of vices
Bubbles of childhood invincibility getting bursted
Zilch sheer naïveté
fertile mind for evil to take root
Mama’s words : “If you are lucky in self-caused adversity once.. doesn’t mean you’ll be lucky forever
Callow whippersnapper
The best transition from 19 to 20 is from a tenacious nigga with a phlegmatic mind to a phlegmatic nigga with a tenacious mind
Still working on the transition though
Usherati haumo damuni mwangu ~ ain’t no hoe in my blood
virtue is all that one truly has, because it is not imperilled by the vicissitudes of fortune
Gotta carry one vice at a time 
If no man can live vice free,
Why should any vice be permanent?
I’d have to be pretty thick not to evolve
Some mistakes are better the second time
What good are wings without the courage to fly
She hates relentless
Unplugged niggas 
The last verse is the moshpit
Mans not Don Juan
Mans bonair
Look at all the work he did
I ain’t good at bon mots so here we are 
Its a homey domestic scene homie
a groundswell
Seizing any toehold to be a control freak
Tighten the thunderbolts 
All for one mistaken impression
Open mic where I face the music
Burning theatres to remain drama free 
Platitudes springing from a bedrock of reality
Let sleeping dogs lie
Pressure to make it better than its precursors
You’re betraying this gem by reading it twice
Face value is ambidextrous which makes it a whorish quality
Smoked Jordans and laced blunts
Easy temporary comfort will be the death of me
I need a breather from all the jonesing
Clockwork ft. You and me both
Art is never finished, only abandoned~ Leonardo da Vinci
Use a rubber
Remove your evil seed from this world
Hakuna matata is the motto 🙂
He’s so real amigo

Twitter: @mighty_leny

Mojo V

idée fixe

. *Birdman hand rubs*
Free Smoke beat
Waddup folks
Maintaining dawgs
The love we give our pets will make them evolve.
Make them lose their animal instincts perhaps.
i seem to wanna talk more and more about what really matters.
With people that still get it
You always against hypermasculinity but never against hyper femininity
You castrate the bulls to keep them calm but don’t give stilboestrol to the heifers
If I need to show that I’m sane in order to get the girl, then I don’t want that girl
Our male cat only likes female people
That disloyal nigga
If you switch on your bros after getting a girl
Then you don’t deserve either
I know how analogies work
the renunciation by woman of her right to be a woman.
I ain’t a heathen..
Am just good at perpetuating binary thought
Expert in non sequiturs
What I know versus what I believe in
It is through the messy, round-about series of wrong turns that we come to consciousness.
if you take one thing from Kanye take this: do not trust ANYONE who has not seen or explored the dark side of themselves. they are not alive

Home is where mama’s baked chicken are
Food so sweet I forget to say Grace
The best Grace is saying I love you mama
Table is served Daenerys ready
I consider ‘kukula samaki tatu na ugali’ as dining like a king
Did I stutter?
I said samaki tatu.. 3 fish
Cinnamon tantalizes the mandazis
And garlic in every meat dish
Rock buns and tea scones
Good pastries am famished
Cupcakes at 3.00 A.M
Cheese vs. Margarine
Strawberry stuffed Whiteforest and head
DMX : “Let a dog roam and he’ll find his way home”

My 20s are as refreshing as a new girl moving on the block
Niggas start plotting on her brown ass
Before they find out she’s same old ratch
The persona they discouraged me from having when I was 14
Is now catching up with me in my 20s
It becomes imperative for me to mind my business
Not everyone deserves a Hi.
Adults are full of shit
Not a single pure heart
Your friends will ride your husband’s face when you’re not around
Say whoa
Promises not made. Promises not broken.
Only take what is important
Extripate the trash
Funny how tunnel vision is a pipe dream to some of us
Driving your mama’s X Trail claiming to be living large,
Get yours nigga
Nothing as sweet as being self made
Nobody said that human beings that are rich should behave in a manner they do now
Nilete ubarbie nitamanga manzi yako

Grow some balls or die planting
My ancestors would stroke their bellies if they saw how I minced men with my fortitude
I walk the fine line between balls and sanity each day
How can a man not fear anything, not even snakes but only fears rejection
They say the boy inside every man doesn’t die easily. He lives on until old age.
You can show bravado fortitude and balls but you ain’t a real man if you ain’t scared of your purpose. A man who folds when he thinks of finding his purpose. Manifold pun intended.
I feel like less of a pussy if I don’t cower in fear of my own ability.
If they don’t write this on my epitaph…..
He died at seventy
“He was the last of the great mystics, a remnant of the Middle Ages.
He bore the likeness and courage of a Templar Knight,
yet embraced the pervisions of an Inquisitor priest.
He was as burnt-fingered and secretive as an alchemist,
yet spoke dozens of languages,
wrote manuscripts in cipher,
and traveled the world with different identities, in the tradition of a court spy.
He was the first man to ever Finger his wife in the long corridors under the chandeliers of the Palace of Versailles
His bucketlist was the bomb.. like, tick-tick
He upheld the Stoic school of thought
His definition of Utopia was kissing Idil
The most idiosyncratic intern
He caused a quiet vortex everywhere He went
He was Lenny Almighty

Tip of the iceberg Elephant in the whale’s room
There’s more to my life than what I write
There’s less to my life than what I write
Its a balance
You can keep change
Its more than it seems
Its always more than it seems
The more you try to define me The more miscellaneous I become
Never accuse me of using “Game Theory”
My halo is held up by horns, 
The horns ain’t a snapchat filter
but that’s our secret.
Using past clout for modern intricacy
Mistaking asceticism with Stoicism
Drugs.. Drugs
A Stoic is more of a sophisticated hippie
A Hippie with nobility
You feel me?

Pretty lady drank her whiskey and looked into the Poet’s eyes
and she asked.
You talk the talk.
Do you walk the walk?
A stranger and Poet with pen and paper. I see your dead eyes
You give the great lecture.
Do you believe your words?
He flirted back by sliding his hands beneath her skirt to her inner thigh
And whispered in her ear
I will nice guy you so hard.
Tell me if I hit below the belt
Firmly hold on to your drink
Stroke the glass stem till the drink runeth over
Like a volcano
It feels so big fat and meaty in your hands
Offshoot of me; feels so sexy if you own it
Me being vulnerable at her arms is the ultimate checkmate
Making her blush like SZA
She fired back
Don’t play with me young boy
I’ll strangle your cock using my rosebud
I nearly called Doctors beyond borders
Sanity was the gap between perception and desire, and that gap had closed.
Rock hard in 0.005 seconds
Place those sexy fat lips on mine
All the dumb shit I’ve done… Girl in mind
My heart tells me you’re my cup of tea
Follow your heart but take your lawyer with you.

Skinny niggas don’t smash,
Girls just hang with them coz they are silly
Not to do damage
At least to my observation
Please somebody teach me
So many peng tings
Damn. It’s like god left the fridge door open
The one that dyed her hair
The one with the cute nose
Am not fair to myself
I consider every suffering I get as my atonement.
My temperance
Optimistic Patriotism
I’m a good people
Her top 5 favourite people but am top 2 and am not 2
You can’t be everything
Sue Side chic
All he ever wanted was a denim

She’s so pure
& cultured
Gotten a reflex from stalking her
My @ is followed by 3 underscores ___
She makes everything look kinky
about her serene.
Her long hair
Her cheeks; how they arch upwards when she smiles
Her chin
Her front teeth
Her skin tone
Her cute chubbiness
Her rings and hand jewellery
Her generous soul
What’s a snack to a feast?
I wanna encourage your beauty without defining it for you
I wanna connect to your soul
The poem your body can’t write
I wanna appreciate the totality of your essence
I need you near
rapunzel, rapunzel
let down your hair
and save that man
from his self-induced despair.
Happy September 30th

The end begun and ended, finally Haha
I’ve GoT pacifiers
I’ve seen that movie, and spoiler alert it ends with us getting married
teach me the deepest compassion
Break me out of my shells and cells
That doll face is limited supply
Oh God.. Can I have her?
She is the kind of girl you would bleed for. 
And like it.

Overcoming traditional bounds of communicating
Communication is more than just words
If you want to understand the Universe, think of energy, frequency and vibration ~ Nikola Tesla

Avant-garde shouldn’t be aware that they are avant-garde.
Goes against the grain
Grain: Go further
These outpourings on paper by my hand,
So I can sleep peacefully
These thoughts won’t allow me sleep
And I hate to see a caged bird
Archillect is truly Archillect
I get the most surreal dreams.
Its like am there for real
70 mm motion picture
In ancient Egypt, as far back as 2000 BC, the Egyptians wrote down their dreams on papyrus.
People with vivid and significant dreams were thought blessed and were considered special.
My nigga am blessed

Titty gang forget that not all guys love titties
Sucking and titty fucking inebriation perhaps
But not a big titty inundation
Its deeper than the cleavage. Am looking at your heart. *literally* Haha.
Is it gay to like what’s next to the juicebox more than the juicebox itself?
Asking for a friend
“Buda angalia pole pole”
Am not gawking at that ass coz I want it
Sometimes am just building your self-esteem
Encouraging your body to deposit all your fat there
At your gluteus

Introversion and Pride are the two monsters under my bed
They kept whispering *fuck me*
So we had a threesome
All the skeletons in my closet have twitter accounts
To slay your demons, you first have to expose them
Or shag them
Never cut what can be untied
To separate the grain from the chaff you gotta harvest the wheat first. Right?
To make good steel it has first to be forged
Whiff to sniff
I said to my introversion
Am shy.. Tihihi 🙈🙈🙈
I said to my ugly side
Every man supposed to be a great change to this world has turbulence
“To DO A Great Right DO A Little Wrong” ~ William Shakespeare
I said to my ego
excuse me, could you move more to the left,
You’re blocking my view of the collapse of capitalism
I said to my Zero work ethic
You’re just a lazy motherfucker
Its in a cat’s nature to kill a bird but it doesn’t make it right.
The cat is just a wicked animal.
I said to my unachieved potential
Blame everything on the bourgeoisie
How long you wanna have this lucid dream of yours
Double down or go home
I said to God
Whats a father who doesn’t award good
You can decide my happiness anytime I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I know what am doing, but keep surprising me Lord
Fathers have a way of screwing up their sons
Watch over me
Lead me to greener pastures
Make the unconsciousness thrive more than the consciousness
I said to my dream girl
I wanna see inside you.
I wanna ride inside your love
Je veux monter à l’intérieur de ton amour
Just feed me steak and wiggle your ass in my face, the rest will work itself out.
I said to my fear of rejection
You can’t walk away from the table and come back expecting the same terms
Keeps falling for the wildings
The wildings who don’t even want me
I said to my inconsistency
Spread the panties to the side
Lemme eat that ass till you squirm me hoy minoy
Then get out of my face
I said to my bleak future
You’re such a Shambolic wanker
Shortlived bliss leaving you in Misery
Your manhood is diminished
Look at girls overtaking you
Strained relationship with God
Your current state of consciousness shows that your future is dim.
Strive to be better
I said to my past
And how odd it is
to be haunted by someone
that is still alive
You’re Lowkey dirty raunchy in a good way
Made me harder than a prosthedick
Every evil bastard in the world was just a kid once
Am a mega believer in locus.. Different dimensions intersect
I said to my rebelliousness
You’re doing amazing sweetie
A man chooses a slave obeys
following laid down procedures and rules leaves you poor and destroyed at worst, and gifts you a middle-income lifestyle at best.
True rebels don’t have a cause
Its inherent
Do whatever you want.  No, not that.
I said to my eccentricity
All lone crusaders, Zealots & jingoists are liabilities
They need to be eliminated
Thrill of organized anarchy
But no matter what happens ,, *Tupac’s voice* “Keep ya head up”
Part of my Mojo is being insane
Insane as in eccentric
Y’all forget that Louis Farrakhan killed Malcolm X
Minister Louis Farrakhan and Suge Knight are long lost cousins
My personality has a phat ass
I said to it
All that jelly and no bread
Rub that Rumbustious heinie on this dick
Drop it like a mixtape
Spread the cheeks with your own hands
My personality being obsequious obliged
She weeps as I stretch her cervix
Mourning glory
Oh yeah, she’s female
I told you I know how analogies work
Can a hypocrite call another hypocrite? This is gauche.
I see everyone likes you…you must be hiding the true you…
The heavens stop and listen to the man who speaks from his heart

Uhunye is likeable to some extent but he’s a fascist
Wake up and smell the coffee!
We’re the spoilt kids of Mwai Kibaki, we’re not used to fascism, c’mon
Gunshots – the soundtrack to democracy
Lord of The Rigs
The war against willpower has many casualties.
We all lose when the family feuds
When shit hits the fan it scatters directly to people’s plates and mixes with their foods
They rejected Ronald Ngala’s Majimbo system at independence
Majimbo system still came back as devolution
The State is the biggest enemy to Free Thinkers
Kenya puts the B in Beast Africa
Corporate controlled politics is better than Mafia controlled politics
Qwani hii Kiambu Mafia ndiyo branch ya illuminati ya Kenya
There are no conspiracy theories in Kenya
Even that unsubstantiated claim that the government has Marijuana plantations in Mt. Kenya is true.
Wikileaks should do an exposé on this Mt. Kenya Mafia thingy
Mutahi Ngunyi is the poster boy for the intellectual side of the Mt. Kenya Mafia
What I’m trying to say is,
Mutahi Ngunyi ndiye Mafi ya Mt. Kenya

What do I ache for?
I ache for Grandeur than a Cadillac’s grill
Painting and writing with no shirt on
In a mansion that sits on my 50 acre ranch
With my wife’s pussy throbbing to harmonize in the background
Throbbing so hard it defeans the livestock sounds
Sipping caviar
The finer things in life with a lil bit of rough ends
The beautiful women with rough edges
You’re laughing at me and I’ll be richer than you in  5 years
I get rich
And the endgame begins
When I get older I wanna listen to Angolan and Cuban music
Focus on low-hanging fruits.
There is no future Stagnation
We ride the “Time will never stand still” wave.
Living in the present but taking mind trips to the future
Sometimes I feel like
You have no right to have hope
Being hopeful is stealing from the future

See I come from a place where ambiguity is accepted, credit cards are declined
All 20 year olds suffering from relationship ambiguity
I hate ambiguity in a woman
No such thing as mild ratch
Its either you’re ratchet or good
She has a conflict of interest 👎🏽👎🏽
To please her followers or say what’s in her mind
Stop hiding your nastiness
Why are you scared of your nakedness?
After dark, all cats are leopards. — Zuni proverb
⊕ #NativeAmerican

Sexual tension is enough kink
Enough to bring out the nympho in her
And the animal in me
Biting the lower lip is too obvious
The tension so intense she gets goosebumps on her cleavage
Let’s get naked and touch each other
She pronounced naked like nekkid and I’ve literally never swooned so hard.
I brought enough dynamite to blow her back
Your gut is the only part of your body that could function alone.
It has as many neurons as a cat brain.
Am in your guts and you still trust it?
I hate her guts that’s why am inside ’em
Girls only squirt for guys that they love
Love had to thrive to prevent breeding of people
boyfriend allowance 2017.
Its in the National Anthem
Natukae na HerMoney
And its September so..
No Dick is Free
Put your money where your mouth is

Somebody tell Rihanna that she’s
Looking for the black man in all the wrong places
She needs to come to the factory of black
Archetypal uncorrupted DNAs
Not those uncultured POC
Uncluttered uncultured swine glass
The darker the flesh the deeper the roots
Like dirt, know your roots to the ground
Hollywood is America’s greatest weapon
They’ve smeared African as a benighted being,
empty of faith, philosophy or reason,
but with abundant instincts and superstition,
Put some respek when you mention the Black King motherfucker
find your inborn African spirit because, you know what, Africa misses its people.

Riri just went and dated an Arab
Its like Arabs wondering why people hate them
Them mopping about people hating them..
Without Oil.. Arabs are the most uncool people on earth
People hate Arabs not Islam
The pure Arabs, Omanis and Saudis
Iran is the best Muslim country; fight me
Persians are not Arabs

Achoo! That was a blessing
Virtually kissing these women
Virtually slapping that boring iPhone woman
Call me Kofi Siri boe
These girls mad that a nigga knows himself
He seems lost but knows his worth
These girls seem to have a kink for broken hurt niggas
Not all who wander are lost
Sometimes you gotta remind a woman she’s badder than the ones she worshiping….
I don’t mind not getting the girl.
At least I appreciated beauty and never held hate and misery near

Alexander the Great was a greedy motherfucker
Elon Musk is Alexander The Great reincarnated.
Julius Caesar was an arrogantly ignorant motherfucker
This nigga burnt the Great Egyptian Library of Alexandria
Razed knowledge to the ground
History has been written by those who have conquered others
Mahatma Gandhi was a racist motherfucker
Christopher Columbus was a fraudulent motherfucker
Jomo Kenyatta was a tribalist … Nvm
Bleeps and expletives
Vis-a-vis censorship is for pussies

Don’t be that guy who flosses with Cognac bottles
Wanaume! Wanaume tuna ndevu, tufanyeje?
Tunyoeni basi! ~ Diabolical Aboud Rogo’s words (Translation : In fact, shave your beard, )
Mzee Jomo Kenyatta : “Wanaume Ni kuonana.”
“To be a man is to man up”

Cry Out Amen by Lil Wayne is the realest most emotional rap song ever made
Its 10× deeper than Tupac’s ‘Dear Mama’
Wayne poured his soul
All hail Weezy; Call it bad weather
Back when it was still cool to say that you were the Kenyan Weezy
As cool as Lil Wayne’s graphics designer btw

Jesus Christ riding a donkey in Judea and half naked Gandhi-types meditating.
Outchea trying to please everyone,
What about me mahn?
You don’t need to DO anything to receive. Release that notion.
I wasn’t born to give bribes
Mum has never ever given a bribe in her lifetime
We live off of her good karma
We leech off of her Graces
Am not ready to adult

“I don’t do drugs. I am drugs” — Salvador Dali
Saying dumb shit in clever ways
What if Mojo was all a note to self
Its all fun and games till I drop the next Mojo
You peeps act like this shit doesn’t affect you
At least I don’t abuse it
If I abused it most of y’all minds would rot
I’ll give you post exposure therapy
Same way I wouldn’t wish on any movie to corrupt my thoughts
Its not my fault
I don’t make the rules
Products of a God-given human creativity
Oh I live via Pope’s teachings not Olivia Pope’s fixings
That safety in number bullshit is a farce
C’mon man, we ain’t flamingos
The individual matters
Why should I worry about the next dick carrier
Kila mtu na maisha yake brathe
You calling me girly coz I got lotion tolerant skin
Just say you’re jelly coz my skin is clear
Go somewhere and suck a titty kemosabe
The last verse is for Random mumbo jumbo
“To be wise is to grow a white beard and smoke mysterious substances from a wooden pipe.” – Someone, somewhere, a long time ago
One of the harsh realities of this world is that one thing feeds off another to beget another
Hijacking Muslim holidays to begin doing damage
Weekend began early
Pettiness is nothing to brag about.
Donkey with stripes.
I don’t obey my thirst. I tuck it
Underneath the mattress
Where I hide my feelings
Pouty lips and sweet tits
So thirsty of appraisals she fakes a low self esteem
She said I was an itch she needed to scratch
And we never banged
She touched herself after hours to the thought of me
Locomotional train wreck
Cranberry, Canberra, Cannabis, Canaan, Canada
All these cans but you still choose to cannot
Not just a Speck of dust passing through the glory of creation
I pray that I don’t end up wily beguily
When I had nightmares they said its coz I listen to hardcore hip hop
I can rap to 70% of EMINEM
Rap god represents the remaining 30%
No Better way saying this but
I had a dream burying my face in your boobs
Burukenge first became a household term
Mellowed by life
Knocking on Heathens door
Bitch I’m HollyGrooving
Steady mobbing only God can stop me
Extravagant tastebuds
Need a sweet influence
even doctors need doctors.
Stop being pro seed
Use a rubber
Proudly delivered in DMX’s raspy voice
That’s a real nigga for you
How do you loathe narcissism but approve of vanity?
I killed it
Fist bump my nigga

Twitter: @mighty_leny

Laudato Si

The whole world is about to make an unparalleled rite of passage.
                                         ~Lenny Almighty.
                                         Transcendent Stoic.

How you decide to cut down rare indigenous trees in order to pave way for a stone wall fence still baffles me. Like you can't improvise or something. These baby boomers. Smdh. The number of trees that have been felled in Nakuru. God have mercy on us.

His Holiness Pope Francis is the chillest Sensei to ever traverse the 21st century. The most slept on Sensei matter of factly. Perhaps to the levels of Marcus Aurelius, Arcanum or Rumi.

He produced an encyclical named (Laudato si’ : Italian for : “Praise be to you”)
Subtitle: “On Care For Our Common Home”.
Which I curiously went to check out expecting the same old hackneyed environmental tired punditry shit. He does more than talk about climate change, and he makes it look sexy.  The blind see what they want to see.  Don’t let the climate change talk make you fail to notice other teachings in the encyclical. In this encyclical, he takes an ethical interdisciplinary standpoint, a principled way of looking at what’s licit and illicit; factors like mutation, healthy politics, technology, bureaucratic hate, humanism, The financial crisis of 2007-2008, A jab towards Capitalism conjectured by anti eco-snobbery rhetorics , anthropocentrism, anarchy, poetry. All these with a dab of ranch. Supplemented by other disciplines including Islam. He basically points to the cracks in the planet that we inhabit. “The external deserts in the world are growing, because the internal deserts have become so vast.” “The emptier a person’s heart is, the more he or she needs things to buy, own and consume. It becomes almost impossible to accept the limits imposed by reality.”

The Pope could easily be met with accusations of being vehemently ipso facto disgusted by Romanticism or being a Communist Pope but he affirms his position as that good kid who can’t get bullied. He even says “realities are more important than ideas.”
You can’t put words in his mouth.
Pope Francis’ reverse heavenly medieaval diction & language with a profound conviction to match to the extent as if he’s God’s direct mouthpiece or puppet. And how excellent is it to be God’s puppet.
Never have I seen a man so sure of his authority as a teacher like Pope Francis. You’d think he’s Ezekiel incarnate

“If we scan the regions of our planet, we immediately see that humanity has disappointed God’s expectations.”

This one by Pope Francis hit me hard.
The society was dying from drowning and he’s the only one who’s giving it mouth to mouth without trying to kiss it pervertedly like everyone else. His is the only best solution of saving society.

“An authentic humanity, calling for a new synthesis, seems to dwell in the midst…….. Almost unnoticed, like a mist seeping gently beneath a closed door.”

I applaud the book because it shares a lot of my views. Most of the views and standpoint ideologue philosophy I held prior to reading the book.
It just happens that we share the same views. His are just wisely and more elaborate. You feel me. He occupies a point of view that compels his readers to take him seriously. Me am so compromised by my past stupid writings.

We need more people who are capable of staring into the abyss of darkness without falling in, and without losing sight of the light.

Spiritual,? Not really.
The word spiritual has acquired a bad name with its embrace by New-Agers et al. with its association with magic and out of the world mumbo-jumbo. So I use it reservedly.
So not really spiritual.
One thing for sure is that he ain’t dogmatic.

I heard that Pope Francis gave Trump this encyclical when he visited the Vatican. It is too soft for a staunch Capitalist like Trump. It might not even touch his heart or sway his views on Production & Climate change. A little cussing; you know a little motherfucker here and there might have helped the cause.
And it has a Stockholm Syndrome point of view lecturing to it. So yes a little motherfucker would have helped.

“………and that being good and descent are worth it.
We have had enough of immorality and the mockery of ethics, goodness, faith and honesty. It is time to acknowledge that light-hearted superficiality has done us no good.”

Everything in the book/encyclical is so deep I can’t even quote verbatim. Lest I end up quoting the whole book.

Am so happy that Pope Francis made a piece so worthy for the Catholic Millennials to read.
My siz laughing at my poor taste in literary works. Pope Francis is G.O.A.T in my eyes. So, she says whatever floats your goats. She’d rather read about vampires.

Finally someone I can call Sensei. Take that Dalai Lama Louis Farrakhan P.L.O Lumumba nonsense away from me.
Behold, Pope Francis.
Master Sensei.

3 popes in my lifetime. One survived an assassination attempt, died later on, one retired, you are the pope for Christ’s sake, *literally* actually for Peter’s sake; you don’t get to retire. You die on that seat. Pope John Paul even drooling in his last days causing people to go emotional with pity, never retired till his death. Then there is this leftist woke pope. Pope Francis. My Nigga. I actually like him.
Pope John Paul II was a Politician. We now have a Pope. You know, Patron-like, leftist, activist for the weak and hip at the same time. Pope 256.
We have the wokest Pope ever. You just gotta love the guy. Quoting verbatim from his encyclical Laudato Si:

” Everything is related”
“Everything is connected”
“Everything is interrelated”

“Woven together”
“Part of a network which we will never fully explore and understand”
“It cannot be emphasized enough how everything is interconnected”

The reason am saying he’s the wokest pope is because of this. The words “everything is connected” or something of the sort speaking about divine harmony and fraternity or sacred geometry have been repeated in the encyclical close to 70 times give or take 15 to 20.


They echo Hippie thoughts, Hopi Native American thought


and Hermetic Qabbalah doctrine.


So yes he’s woke. Even Leonardo da Vinci held the same thoughts


“Learn how to see, Realize that everything connects to everything else.”
                                          ~ Leonardo da Vinci

From the encyclical;
“Intimately and inseparably connected in this universe.”
“All of us are linked by unseen bonds and together form a kind of a universal family, a sublime communion which fills us with a sacred, affectionate and humble respect.”


“There is an interrelation between ecosystems and between the various spheres of social interaction, demonstrating yet again that “the whole is greater than the part.”
“…….also entails a loving awareness that we are not disconnected from the rest of creatures, but joined in a splendid universal communion.”
“…. human life is grounded on three fundamental and closely intertwined relationships: with God, with our neighbour and with the earth itself”
“As believers, we do not look at the world from without but from within, conscious of the bonds with which the father has linked us to all beings.”
“Give us the grace to feel profoundly joined to everything that is.”


The Unified Theory of everything
We are binary strings of ones and zeroes. Our subconscious minds are coded with innate mental connections back to our Universal Programmer.


Think of Sacred Geometry as the written law of creation. Rigid, flowing algorithms of energy converted into a physical formula. This is the unified theory of everything.
Wise move accepting it into the church Pope Francis.


All beings are energetically connected.




Separation is an illusion. It is spiritual.
Mainstream conditioning shall never laugh me out of the spiritual philosophy of Pope Francis


I will explore the possibility of a path out of the seeming impossibility of escaping the cul-de-sac of our spiritually disinherited and disenchanted condition. According to Haile Selassie: “Spirituality does not come from religion. It comes from our soul.”

“We must stop confusing religion, and spirituality. Religion is a set of rules, regulations, and rituals created by humans which were supposed to help people spiritually. Due to human imperfection, religion has become corrupt, political, divisive, and a tool for power struggle. Spirituality is not theology or ideology. It is simply a way of life, pure and original given by the Most High. Spirituality is a network linking us to the Most High, the universe, and each other.” ~ Haile Selassie I


      Or not
Therein lies the problem. You can’t replace something with nothing.
“A little philosophy inclineth man’s mind to atheism; but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s mind about to religion.” – Sir Francis Bacon

Pope Francis states that:

” A spirituality which forgets God as all powerful and creator is not acceptable. This is how we end up worshipping earthly powers, or ourselves usurping the place of God, even to the point of claiming an unlimited right to trample his creation underfoot.”

“I would add that religious classics can prove meaningful in every age; they have an enduring power to open new horizons….. Is it reasonable and enlightened to dismiss certain writings simply because they arose in the context of religious belief?”

If there is something like Christian braggadocio, Pope Francis further states:

“The rich heritage of Christian spirituality, the fruit of twenty centuries of personal and communal experience has a precious contribution to the renewal of humanity.”

“I am interested in how such a spirituality can motivate us to a more passionate concern for the protection of our world. A commitment this lofty cannot be sustained by doctrine alone, without a spirituality capable of inspiring us, without an “interior impulse which encourages, motivates, nourishes and gives meaning to our individual and communal activity.”

As you can see His Holiness is rooted in a spiritual understanding of the human condition.

                       ∞∞∞ ∞∞∞

“Relationships have been broken, both outwardly and within us. This rupture is sin. The harmony between the Creator, humanity and creation as a whole was disrupted by our presuming to take the place of God and refusing to acknowledge our creaturely limitations. This in turn distorted our mandate to “have dominion” over the earth.”

Fair assumption Pope.

Sorry Master Sensei but I’ll have to differ with you on this part. This part where you say:

“We are not God.”

The only way of making man’s responsibility as custodian of the earth stem from within is by declaring him a God.


We are the gods. If we aren’t the gods then let the true gods come clean these earthly mess that is ……. Well we are still fucked either way coz every earthly mess is of humans’ own doing.

man is a divine being—the likeness of God, or better yet, God’s vehicle of manifestation in the world.

We are the gods

Behold, thouthren,

“Bid the invaders take the shoes from off their feet, for God is here within.”
  -Ralph Waldo Emerson


Or better yet, transcendent in comparison to other species.
We are the true gods. We’ll even cause the Armageddon. Mankind will completely annihilate itself without help from outside.

The Anunnaki👽regrets giving Humans free will because through EVOLution, Humans already surpassed their slave DNA & are re-becoming Gods.

It’s all in Urban Dictionary, I don’t make this shit up. 
Truth is a mighty volume of epigrams and paradoxes.
… Real truth is caught in single word.
… And the ultimate truth bleeds even now in a-
Wreathed mess of skinless time. Time!

That old saying of “I’ll believe it when I see it”… well, it really should be, “When I believe it, I will see it.”

According to the 11 Laws of God:

0. Law of Amen – You were made in the likeness of a peace that nothing can disturb. Reclaim your peace that you may attain to your reason for coming into existence – the enjoyment of life.

1. Law of Ausar – Your nature is an unconquerable peace, therefore nothing or no one in the world can be against you. All experiences come to you to promote your reclamation of peace, that you may in turn, aquire wisdom and power.

2. Law of Tehuti – When all of your thoughts, feelings and actions reflect the Word of God, then the power of God’s spirit and a peace that nothing can challange will flow through your being.

3. Law of Sekher – When the emotions of Man manifest in response to the Word of God, they have the power to influence the course of any and all events in the world.

4. Law of Ma’at – God needs you in order to come into the world. Fulfilling God’s need is the highest act of love, and only through your love for God can you fulfill your love for others. Become the Love of God in the world for the protection of the world.

5. Law of Herukhuti – Know that God neither punishes nor rewards nor protect, that you will have the comfort of controlling these yourself.

6. Law of Heru – You have the power but not the right to ignore God’s Law. Choose to follow the Law of God with the Love and Joy that grows out of understanding and the wisdom and power of God’s spirit will flow through your being.

7. Law of Het-Heru – It is not what you imagine. It is who is imagining. Are you a human or a divine being?

8. Law of Sebek – It is not what you think or what you affirm. It is who is thinking and affirming. Are you a human or a divine being?

9. Law of Auset – Prepare to sacrifice everything to become the vessel of God on earth, and you will, in turn, receive everything.

10. Law of Geb – Know that from heaven you came and to heaven you will return, seek not enduring works on earth.

You become what you believe. You are what you worship.

At all. There is no GOD outside of the divine self. Az in Namaste. Namaste directly translates to “the divine in me bows to the divine in you.”

Qwani how do you think confessions in Catholic work. It follows the Namaste principle. The divine in me lays bare my shameful acts to a chosen divine(Priest) for absolution from sin. Approved by humans (gods).

Prayers too. The god in us is akin to our bargaining tool to the universe. The god in us is connected to the universe. If you ask God for something, the God in you through the web connection to the universe makes it happen.  ‘The Universe is nothing but the Divine uttering its own name to itself.’ – Ramakrishna. Most of y’all may say that’s tantamount to thinking like a Mason, but boy o boy; Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. It is multiplicity that reveals unity; one is only definable because two exists; knowledge is predicated on this illusion of separation.


Whatever the Ritual involved, the Rosary is designed to speak to your feminine side. Its actually the only feminine prayer making it the strongest prayer on Earth. A Prayer with a motherly benevolence.
Women are emotional in order to feel the divine energy at the highest levels and to be supreme healers and lovers and mothers. Not to drive men insane. Her deep spiritual connection to feelings is to inspire a man to his spiritual heights as well. She is not a nag, she is an oracle.

We are living a life out of balance by only having one feminine prayer. The rest are all masculine. Yin & Yang much? Protect The Divine Masculine
Uplift The Divine Feminine

Even though Pope Francis blatantly says that ‘We are not God’, he turns around and says this later:

“each of these sublime realities is God. This is not because the finite things of this world are really divine, but because the mystic experiences the intimate connection between God and all beings and thus feels that all beings are God.”

That’s a subtle acknowledgement. I know the nuances involved in Papacy. It was imperative for him to denounce but still imperative for him to acknowledge. He’s perpetuating binary thinking. Mahn the word became flesh in order to remind us that we are the true gods.

“Grace, which tends to manifest itself tangibly, found unsurpassable expression when God himself became man and gave himself as food for his creatures. An act of Cosmic love. “Yes, Cosmic!”

Not my words. But I know that this is a nefarious way of using his words to justify my theories but the only panacea.

“The universe unfolds in God, who fills it completely.”
“The ideal is not only to pass from the exterior to the interior to discover the action of God in the soul, but also to discover God in all things.” Bam!

In the beginning of time, the subjective soul was unconscious of itself. It then evolved overtime to become conscious of itself, and then conscious of other in relation to self. In time, the Soul will evolve in consciousness to develop the realization that the Self and other are One, and thus complete one rotation of the circle of life.
This is why Saints have the ability to pray for us. The self and other are one. This is even why we get to decide who and who become Saints.
Saint Aquinas
Saint Anthony
Saint Mary
Have the abilities of praying for us.
What is bound on earth is bound in heaven.
We decide who the Saints are. Like St. Valentine who was beaten by clubs, beheaded, buried under the cover of darkness, disinterred by his followers, is commemorated  by sending each other chocolates in honor of his martyrdom.

We decide for ourselves everything on earth.
National Anthems, laws, everything.

God chooses the leaders, huh. God doesn’t choose the leaders, we choose them. Coz we are the gods.

God won’t interfere with Kim Jong Un and Trump’s pissing contest.

God doesn’t meddle but Lucifer meddles. Hence the concept of selling one’s soul to the devil. It goes like this
Lucifer ain’t a god; hence cannot create; thus uses us (humans/gods) gods in flesh to create. Evil & Nefarious.

The gods are great but people are greater
For it is in their hearts that gods are born

Old cosmologies, symbol systems and religions are the products of humans’ own creativity; God just approves by putting a stamp on the current unanimous worldly zeitgeist.

Mat 18:18 “Assuredly, I say to you, whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven.

And zeitgeists do change. Abrahamic Religions just happen to be the main current Zeitgeist.

As above so below. What's bound on earth is bound in heaven

No ‘new’ is as good, as the ‘old’
For ‘old’ is all, but, there to gage
In bazaars of ‘now’, still past is sold.

There are only two options. Either Become CHRIST conscious or join the Illuminati

The awakening of consciousness is the next evolutionary step for mankind.
If by binding something on earth it gets bound in heaven, then there’s so much we could achieve together but ‘together’ is a word we miss in our socialisation, hence the purpose of wokenisation.
Romans 11.17 – Try to do what everyone considers to be good.
Being woke means an analogy as much as coming out of slumber if we fail to realize that we are the true gods.



There is no term more ubiquitous, obnoxious, and self-serving in our current lexicon as “woke.” Woke is safety-pin politics, masturbatory symbolism, and virtue signalling of a deflated civil society insulated by algorithms, filter bubbles, and Google Chrome extensions that replace pictures of Donald Trump with Pinterest recipes.
Woke is a misnomer —— it’s actually asleep and myopic. Woke is a safe space for the easily distracted and defensive pop culture inbred. Woke is the average millenial curled up in a fetal ball scribbling think pieces about Konza City and Game of Thrones while its rights get trampled by ascendent fascism, domestically and globally.

The main reason the Pope doesn’t want to acknowledge that we are gods is not to precipitate a “The People vs. The Gods” debate but because he is against anthropocentrism.

“Modern anthropocentrism has paradoxically ended up prizing technical thought over reality, since “the technological mind sees nature as an insensate order, as a cold body of facts, as a mere ‘given’, as an object of utility, as a material to be hammered into useful shape; it views the cosmos similarly as a mere ‘space’ into which objects can be thrown with complete indifference.”

“The intrinsic dignity of the world is thus compromised. When human beings fail to find their true place in this world, they misunderstand themselves and end up acting against themselves.”

“Yes we have unique capacities of knowledge, will, freedom and responsibility but we shouldn’t be anthropocentric. Since a misguided anthropocentrism would yield to biocentrism which would entail adding yet another imbalance, failing to solve present problems and adding new ones. A misguided anthropocentrism leads to a misguided lifestyle.”

“When human beings place themselves at the centre, they give absolute priority to immediate interests.”

According to the Holy Father,

“the best way to restore men and women to their rightful place, putting an end to their claim to absolute dominion over the earth, is to speak once more of the figure of a father who creates and who alone owns the world. Otherwise, human beings will always try to impose their own laws and interests on reality.”

the science of Laudato si’ is watertight. He intentionally left a few lose ends for you to fill in the blanks and decide whether to tighten or loosen further the ends.
By being against tyrannical anthropocentrism, is the Pope endorsing the thought of evolution without really endorsing it? You feel me?.
I mean Laudato Si provides a blank check of sorts to anyone willing to play the role of the tough talking straight shooter.
Am more than glad to do that

Climate Change Vs. Global Warming
Fossil Fuels vs. Plastics
Deforestation vs. Endangered Species

Global warming is not real. Climate change is, and that’s because the earth goes in cycles every few hundred years. If it is real it should be put under climate change. Fuck this duplicity.

Global warming obfuscates climate change.
Plastics obfuscate fossil fuels
Endangered species obfuscate deforestation.

one way to disarm a dangerous idea is to give it a non-threatening euphemism.
This is what is happening right now. The elite or whoever control the world won’t allow Capitalism to fail. Every solution to the world’s mess is economically insensible. So they use diversionary techniques. Make you talk about Global Warming instead of Climate Change, Plastics instead of Fossil Fuels and endangered species instead of deforestation.

one way to disarm a dangerous idea is to give it a non-threatening euphemism.

Does the scientific community, NASA and the world Elite have something to hide about our existence? Absolutely! sooner or later you might realize even reality is make believe

Pope Francis tells us :

  “Considering all the available information and of calling things by their name. It sometimes happens that complete information is not put on the table; a selection is made on the basis of particular interests, be they politico-economic or ideological. This makes it difficult to reach a balanced and prudent judgement on different questions, one which takes into account all the pertinent variables.”

All humans are susceptible to the “Illusion of Truth” effect – The more we hear something, the more we believe it’s true.

Global warming is not real. Climate change is, and that’s because the earth goes in cycles every few hundred years. If at all it is real, it should be put under climate change. Climate change can result from position of continents, axis tilt; orbit ellipticity, and precession, HOWEVER. Those processes take… Thousands and thousands of years and can’t explain the current state of rapid warming. That’s why people are calling it global warming.

Many tend to forget about the worst once the good times return, however briefly.

We romanticize summer so much in the winter. That time the heat? The smells? The scorching sun?

In the wet months you forget about global warming.. You even joke that the world is too wet it needs to be put in rice… But when its dry and hot you start your empty anti eco snobbery rhetoric

I honestly don’t care. Not in a bad way. I just don’t have room in my heart for endangered species and all that other bull. Only elephants. No need bullshitting around. Mahn too much new age bullshit hypocrisy.

Let me tell you about endangered species, all right? Saving
endangered species is just one more arrogant attempt by humans to control
nature. It’s arrogant meddling. It’s what got us in trouble in the first
place. Doesn’t anybody understand that? Interfering with nature. Over
90%, way over 90% of all the species that have ever lived on this planet,
ever lived, are gone. They’re extinct. We didn’t kill them all. They
just disappeared. That’s what nature does. We’re so self-important, so
self-important. Everybody is going to save something now. Save the
trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails. And the
greatest arrogance of all, save the planet. What?

I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these middle-class
‘Woke’ baby boomers who think the only thing wrong with this country is
there aren’t enough Half marathons, people trying to make the world safe
for their Toyotas. There is nothing wrong with the planet. Nothing wrong
with the planet. The planet is fine. The people are (fucked) —
difference, difference. The planet is fine. Compared to the people, the
planet is doing great. It’s been here four and a half billion years. Did
you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a
half billion years. We’ve only been engaged in heavy industry for a
little more than 200 years.

Two hundred years versus four and a half billion, and we have the
conceit to think that somehow we’re a threat, that somehow we’re going to
put in jeopardy this beautiful little blue-green ball that’s just
a-floatin’ around the sun? The planet has been through a lot worse than
us, been through all kinds of things worse than us, been through
earthquakes, volcanoes, plate tectonics, continental drift, solar flares,
sunspots, magnetic storms, the magnetic reversal of the poles, hundreds of
thousands of years of bombardment by comets and asteroids and meteors,
worldwide floods, tidal waves, worldwide fires, erosion, cosmic rays,
recurring ice ages, and we think some plastic bags and some aluminum cans
are going to make a difference? The planet isn’t going anywhere. We are!
We’re going away.

These things had to go
The world only had room for the African Elephant
Leave the polar bears alone. Its their turn to evolve.
The most conscious are the gods.

The universe is a beautiful woman. Choosy. And it chose us, mammals over reptiles. Mega reptiles (dinosaurs) went into extinction for mammals to thrive. The universe chose mammals because it knew that only mammals had the right ingredients (love for young ones, breastfeeding, internal fertilization) for springing up a being so high in intelligence and intricacy. A being who was able to find the earth’s clitoris and make her cum. Man. Its our turn now. The best we could ask of the universe is 10 million years unchecked by other species.


“Sobriety and humility were not favourably regarded in the last century”

We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks. We’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace, either. Maybe a little Styrofoam … The planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas.

The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system. The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed. And if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new paradigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice toward plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, “Why are we here?”

Plastic… asshole.

“Doomsday predictions can no longer be met with irony or disdain. We may well be leaving to coming generations debris, desolation and filth. The pace of consumption, waste and environmental change had so stretched the planet’s capacity that our contemporary lifestyle, as unsustainable as it is, can only precipitate catastrophes, such as those which even now periodically occur in different areas of the world.”

“Although the post-industrialist period may well be remembered as one of the most irresponsible in history, nonetheless there is reason to hope that humanity at the dawn of the twenty-first century will be remembered for having generously shouldered its grave responsibilities.” 😂 😂

“When nature is viewed solely as a source of profit and gain, this had serious consequences for society. The vision of “might is right” has engendered immense inequality, injustice and acts of violence against the majority of humanity, since resources end up in the hands of the first comer of the most powerful : the winner takes all.”

                            ∞∞∞ ∞∞∞

Pope Francis seemingly speaks to Kenya, Nairobi to be specific in Chapter 3 of the encyclical – Human Ecology.
All I could see was Mukuru/ Kibra/ Korogocho/ Mathare/ Baba Dogo/ Dandora and KiaMichael. The populous Eastlands. This area houses over 2.6 million or 60 per cent of the city’s population and its most active workforce.

“Respect for our dignity as human beings often jars with the chaotic realities that people have to endure in city life.”

“It is important that the different parts of a city be well integrated and that those who live there have a sense of the whole, rather than being confined to one neighborhood and failing to see the larger city as space which they share with others.”

This is very true mahn. In Kibra, the young and old are equal in hopelessness. Kibera, Mathare and Kangemi are a ticking time bomb. Just one mistake in the heights of Charles Taylor could lead to the biggest pogrom in Africa’s history.

“I will do whatever he asks,” said one supporter, 50-year-old Polycarp Orinda, a resident of Kibera slums.

“I will go to the streets if he wants us to go there.” – AFP

These people have no hope. Don’t judge them for blindly supporting the only person selling them hope. If you’ve got hope, own your privilege but don’t judge and favour favour the killing of the less privileged.
Brilliant minds are fading away in these slums.
Its fucked up coz they’ve got no friends/ relatives in high positions.

“There is also a need to protect those common areas, visual landmarks and urban landscapes which increase our sense of belonging, of rootedness, of ‘feeling at home’ within a city which includes us and brings us together.”

The African capital city looks like any other in the world, with all the edifices of power and wealth—extravagant presidential mansions, resplendent parliament buildings, ornate courthouses and a skyscraper or two. But its concrete solidity is deceptive.

If it were to vanish in an instant, society would not lose much. It has no treasure troves of art and artefacts, or architectural heritage like the Forbidden City, the Taj Mahal and the Sydney Opera House, and cultural life like Broadway or the Rio Carnival which are woven into our identity. In Nairobi what else brings people together other than that K’Ogalo mascot the Tom Mboya statue? That amusement PARK they call the Parliament? Or the Jevanjee smoking zone perhaps. Or Uhuru Park ?
Wangari Maathai was beaten up and her dreadlocks cut through pulling coz she stood against those sick heads who wanted to turn Uhuru Park into some Prime Real Estate.

The vast majority of the African city’s residents have no stake, no property and perhaps most importantly, no social status.

Long ago, Nairobi used to be dismissed in travel brochures as a go-go city without a soul. Well that was better.
Nairobi is now the garbage city in the sun.
It is now filled with thieves, rogue matatus, smoke and slums upon slums, Chakula imelala ya Spur, broke reckless teens, hopeless debauchery leading to 25 and over clubs. Its a hopeless mess.

Oh, I forgot, and street children have quadrupled. Its like Kidero poured them there. (Thank God he’s out btw.)

They accost you on Kenyatta Avenue, the city’s premier boulevard that cuts through the middle of the city. They play hide and seek along Mama Ngina Street. Mama Ngina Street was once the cleanest, best-organised human-friendly street in the city.

Pope Francis says

“We were not meant to be inundated by cement, asphalt, glass and metal, and deprived of physical contact with nature.”

Mahn I couldn’t agree more

The Penalties of Urban living in the 21st Century

Early Stages of Madness

The urban dweller, unlike his country counterpart, is subjected to constant and very fast changes of the physical environment. Obviously the body, especially the brain, has to adjust to these changes as fast as they occur in order to keep the individual in a balanced state of mind. The human brain, being the wonderful organ it is, is normally able to cope with these changes for a whole lifetime without an individual showing any major change in his state of mind.
Independent tests on 10000 dead adult urban dwellers and on the same number of country dweller show, however, distinct, signs of wear and tear on the brain tissues which, had the individual lived to a certain age could have resulted in total madness. There is, however a pronounced absence of these signs in the country dweller.

Every so called skate zone/ skate park is crowded asf.
You can’t skate in Kasa if you’re not part of a crew/ gang. You either learn their handshakes/ gang signs or bounce to Panari and skate with the rich kids. Even worse, pay fare to That skatepark behind Nairobi School (Shangilia Skatepark). Or if you’ve got brass bollocks and no brains go skate on Muindi Mbingu Street then we’ll pay for your kanjo fine or you get knocked by a matatu. Mahn fuck Nairobi. In Naks I can skate anywhere. Wherever whenever I want to.

Nakuru though. We built this town. Planned it, Even though Moi heavily interfered with Nakuru Politics, at least the town has a soul. It is super lit as far as I am concerned. Town organization, specific matatu zones, less cartels, specific street kids zones, More ass, booty to look at, less snobbery, you can trust absolutely anyone in Nakuru, less thugs… Zero thugs, healthy rich-poor balance, organized slums. More chill spots.

“We were not meant to be inundated by cement, asphalt, glass and metal, and deprived of physical contact with nature.”

Nakuru niggas are running out of stuff to diss Nairobi with coz we recently started living in a glass house.. Throwing stones wouldn’t be a good idea.

Since late last year, Northern Nakuru was gripped with what is the biggest Mosquito infestation in Nakuru history.
The mosquitoes were so vicious and they came in millions you’d think Nakuru was Kisumu.

The sophisticated 21st century mosquito. Mosquitoes not native to a land tend to be the most ferocious. The Nakuru mosquitoes for instance. Kenya’s once transition safe heaven now dangerously infested by these nuisance insects. Hazard recipe.

Let’s say there was a plasmodium epidemic.. 90 % of the kids not sleeping under nets would die.

Mosquitoes are a human reflection

They ingest on our DNA

I fucking hate mosquitoes. I mean, I know I am delicious, but I don’t give out free samples

👊 I am always thinking who and why this blood sucking creatures exist and for what purpose 😉

From where i am sitting, the mosquito epidemic could only be due to climate change.

The real climate change is happening in Nakuru.
From 2004 – 2010 it was steady but from 2010 – 2017 it has become rapid.

I have witnessed close to 40% of the outer town Nakuru forest population get lost. And the indifference to it sucks.

In Nakuru, the planting season has drastically shifted from February to April. Rainfall dependent farmers now begin planting in April, let that sink in. Next, farmers will begin planting in August. And it ain’t funny.

The only town left with sane & better weather is Eldoret. So it wins. It wins in everything apart from swag. The only major Kenyan town with no swag.
But a better climate is better than swag.

Climate change sucks mahn Mosquitoes in Nakuru. Nakuru of all places who would’ve ever thought

Now Eldoret is cooler than Nakuru, literally.

All these things are caused by institutionalized greed.

“Corrupted behavior is directly related to environmental deterioration.” – Francis

The root cause is quitting the laws of nature and assuming the laws of man.
They overbuilt, put nature to the test. If you’re in tune with nature like the Hopis, the balance of life, the harmony of nature, if you understand that, you don’t overbuild, you don’t do all these moron stuff. Its a symphony, everybody is in the band.

Francis asks “what the commandment ‘Thou shall not kill’ means when ‘twenty percent of the world’s population consumes resources at a rate that robs the poor nations and future generations of what they need to survive.'”

Yet climate change poses an existential threat to us in Africa. Although the continent produces two per cent of the annual greenhouse gas emissions, it is expected to bear the brunt of the negative effects of climate change and global warming. 

“The time has come to accept decreased growth in some parts of the world, in order to provide resources for other places to experience healthy growth.”

And as the French say, noblesse oblige. Those in a position of privilege must accept the responsibility that comes with that privilege. 

China, the world’s biggest polluter, what a sleazy definition. Its like that guy who persistently farts in class. Magnanimously ignominious to be precise.

America the second-largest polluter in the world, it has, over the years, emitted more planet-warming carbon dioxide than any other country. Their religion is capitalism. A focus on profit.

“Where profits alone count, there can be no thinking about the rhythms of nature, its phases of decay and regeneration, or the complexity of ecosystems which may be gravely upset by human intervention.”

“Whenever these questions are raised, some react by accusing others of irrationally attempting to stand in the way of progress and human development.”

There is no solution that wouldn’t plunge us back into 1850s living standards and vastly cripple our economy.

When one man is happy, another man is sad, as The Manhattans sang in the famous 1973 golden oldie album, There’s No Me Without You.

“Many things have to change course, but it is we human beings above all who need to change. We lack an awareness of our common origin, of our mutual belonging, and of a future to be shared with everyone. This basic awareness would enable the development of new convictions, attitudes and forms of life. A great cultural, spiritual and educational challenge stands before us, and it will demand that we set out on the path of renewal.”

“In the absence of objective truths or sound principles other than the satisfaction our own desires and immediate needs that limits can be placed on human trafficking, organized crime, the drug trade, commerce in blood diamonds and the fur of endangered species?”

one can also hear some yawns in the audience. Sorry I tricked you into reading this long ass post.

To sum all this shit up I think what the Pope is Tryna tell us is to live by the Golden Rule.


The existence of pain, death, thought, and emotion solidify the Golden Rule as primary, and all others as mere commentary.
If you don’t live by the Golden Rule you’re full of shit; The Lord sees through bullshit.

It would be so unfair for God to interfere with human life..


Blessings are there .. In other words they are known as karma.. But God doesn’t interfere with human life.


We are the shapers of our own reality. Ever since Jesus, The days of God meddling came to an end.

The all time homerun king

If you pray….. I already said that.

Kendrick Lamar categorically stated, “What happens on earth stays on earth” The universe is autonomous and self serving. Every wrong you do gets punished in your lifetime & every good deed you do gets rewarded in your lifetime. Nothing but your heart gets carried to the proverbial Rubicon. Lesser souls perhaps get thrown into the abyss

Nemesis, goddess of moderation, not of vengeance, is watching. She chastises, ruthlessly, all those who go beyond the limit.

“Truly, much can be done!” ~ His Holiness Pope Francis.

Ignore me and get the encyclical. Read it.

Twitter : @mighty_leny

Mojo IV


I said fuck God
I said fuck God coz I felt like he was using me as an experiment.
“Let’s take his dad and see how he’ll fair and turn out.”
Like why did He take my dad?
I was in a dark place Ya Bish
You took my papa; Now you’ll be my papa
I won’t allow you to go deadbeat on me
I make excellent mistakes
Water which is too pure has no fish
Poor kid among rich kids
Bitcoin among vultural Federal Banks
Fuck your bureaucrat dad and bring that wallet.
Otherwise not commanded but covertly taken
Unhealthy sense of entitlement
Addicted to my mother’s love
Am so Sorry if am mother fixated
Its a bad feeling not knowing what’s important
I needed a dad to drum it in.
2 PAC – You need a dad to show you where your manhood is
Amina told me that am A bad poet
Coz am unconscious where I ought to be conscious,
And conscious where I ought to be unconscious. It makes me ‘personal.’
I wish she never told me
Now I’ll be more personal than ever
don’t ever believe in your own hype.
Am personal coz my intent is to make you take this personally
infuriating some, inspiring some
If you get offended you’re guilty
Do not bleed before you’re wounded

My genes and my upbringing make me resist the pecking order
Resistant to being the bottom feeder
Even though am a lazy muhficka
God bless my mummy
Her 40s rejuvenation is happening
Midlife clarity
The guilt I feel for spending her money on girls
Mum inculcated an ability to remain rooted in thy self.
Most generous woman
Beyond amazing
Approaching saint status

Knew that Colonel chic with sweet ass cheeks was cuffed
Mama used to gas me up that I’d be as tall as Miguna or Colonel Mustafa

Why you brother me when you know you got a brother

Dear Mumbi, I fell in love with your gay side
Vanessa’s Dichotomy
Her cats and pips is aight but
I want her gay side
LG yangu imeBeaT
You know you’ve actually made it when Louis Franchesci mentions you in an article
Prompts you to change your name to VannéSir
I’ll be as corny as I want coz I like you.
By that pool
She had her clothes on
And she still gave me a sizeable boner
The human body remains to be the most controversial piece of art yet.
I’m probably not trying to seduce you this is just a side effect of being myself

Shyla mocking me that I ain’t getting money
Doing it for the honey not the money
The Dopamine. If the money comes well and good.
Only impure minds would forego the spiritual reward for a financial one
And the penny drops in shit
Penny dreadful
I refuse to die in the hands of a bureaucrat.
I pay that bureaucratic know nothing his salary
Like do people intentionally go to University to study on becoming bureaucrats.
People matter more than money,
Money doesn’t corrupt a person, people corrupt money

Nothing changes if we keep playing safe
Dick caveat
Caution to her windpipe
Only an algorithm can beat me in chess
There is no modesty in chess. If I am good I am good.
No toning my achievements down.
Am so good that I don’t even fear being cocky coz am craving being humbled
Perhaps am not a true Stoic
Stoics ejaculate without experiencing pleasure
Too much ego and not enough soul.
My ego is bigger than my dick
The absurdity of the sentence speaks for me

In a world where the parameters of being male enough are measured by how alcohol tolerant you are.
I’d rather take Ethiopian Kush
Weed free 2017
3 Muskebeers: Faxe, Old Monk & Coconut
Shots to kill her with salt and lime
Manze peer pressure tuwache
There’s no difference pragmatically between
You wanna get high? & Lets get high
Catch 22 at its best
Backwoods and weed, issa date
Not touched kush in 2017
But my perceptions still matter
In no particular order
No honour in borrowing weed and condoms.
Weird is not illegal
Weed is illegal
Weed will buy you some time when depressed
These animals we call people
Humans converting chocolate’s colour from brown to royal purple.
They made purple kush
Naah mahn.. Kush ain’t supposed to be purple.
Weed strains are a social construct
Drugs are like shoes, everyone needs them but they don’t always fit.
Reality is just a crutch for people who can’t cope with drugs
Fuck is you saying old fool.. Drugs and Gangs are cool asf. I dont see how you can hate from outside of the club, You can’t even get in! HAHAHA! Leggo

Team mamoshi
Hell always tastes like heaven, at first
Pregnant Pause

My littest coolest friends are smokers
Cigarette eccentricities
Since I can’t change them
I find delight in roasting them
Me and my polemics
Italians consider it courteous not to complete a cigarette
Smoke it to half; throw it away
Kenyans smoke even the filter
Learn some courtesy Haha
Extraterrestrial ItAliens
Tried smoking once
Nearly coughed my lungs out
Cigarettes are meant for after sex
Heck cigarettes are currensy in prison
Just leave the smokers alone
Nothing you do will make them quit
In fact they get their eccentricities from the cigarette
Hell always tastes like heaven at first.

Opening The Gates of Hell
As hot as Puckered fat lips
Biwott and Kivuitu, the Dukes of Hell
Hell begins on the day when God grants us a clear vision of all that we might have achieved.
Kinda stupid how you react under pressure
Cannibals eating vegans as vegetables in hell
Selena Gourmet Steph acapella
Vegan rock star putting on leather
Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo
A string of infinite finites
Racist Jewish Orchestra artist Ziolinist
Devil is in the details of course
Niccolo Machiavelli
no offence but fuck you if you litter
You’re going to hell with the rapists
No motive in rape cases
Cui Boner?
Brut Faberge
These kuyo chics with their warugasm
Am spelling Bs in Di Car
I am porn again
The Stripper Pope
I DJ you twerk
Twerking to dubstep poisons the soul
Sorry for the invectives Lord
House EDM artists and their weird names
Anonymous proxies in the deep web
Being killed by a secario is a compliment.
Omnium-gatherum Oniomania unanimous anonymous animus Give us the onium to fuck Tha police before they are fucked in hell

Winter is here
Game of Thrones’ fans can gobble deez nuts
J Cole’s fans can fondle my balls
Beyonce fans will get a pass
Game of Thrones’ fans used to shit all over the house when they were kids
Outchea forcing people to Imagine Dragons
Shitting bricks enough to build a house
Syncretism is worshipping Yoncé with the same fervour as that you give your God
Choose one
It makes you a Rumipithecus Sir
Dissecting this shit
Call me Shawn Cutlery.
Speaking of The Carters
Muthamaks is richer than Beyonce and Jay Z combined
While you’re at it fighting for Uthamakistan
With one of your ass cheeks deflated by inflation
Uhuru is richer than Dr. Dre & Diddy combined
These fuckers ain’t even in our generation
Its arrogant to think that August 9th exists
If we experience violence in these polls
We’ll have fucked the annals of History
And that’s not fair to History
Especially since History is a man.

No rubber No Ride
This subliminal condom product placement ain’t working
Look at Usher
Gonna start making it glaring
Institutionalized virtues
Institutionalized wearing of condoms
Niggas suddenly assume that skank pussy melts condoms
Would rather bang random chics @ a party raw
But when it comes to hookers
They suddenly remember latex
Newsflash my nigga..
Hookers use PEP Drugs
Gone are the days when hookers had unhealthy pussy
They are perhaps more skilled in pussy care than your WCW
Friendships break, relationships break
Only when it comes to hookers do niggas suddenly remember that condoms break too
Those Salgaa hookers are so temptingly hot
Devil is in the details
Mahn.. They would so pass as normal chics during the day
Especially those pretty brown skin skanks
Mahn those pretty brown skin skanks can gerrit
In a topsy turvy universe perhaps
Throwing banana peels on a tiled floor is a hazard
Throwing slimy condoms on any floor is a hazard
Condom product placement
Institutionalised wearing of condoms

Looks are secondary to performance
If she flirts with every nigga
That’s a no no
Its like me and scalding hot showers
In my head I be like
They passing her around like a blunt
The blunt finally reaches me with saliva on it
If I were a girl one thing I’d avoid
Always being the divisive factor
That shit never works on Alpha males who stick to the code
A whole army of trill niggas
Bros before hoes
Trying to hit it with all my niggas is messy
It doesn’t divide us if that was your intent
Wouldn’t let a stupid bitch kill my mojo
Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it Cut it
That girl is way too messy you need to cut it.
Agoraphobic to largess pussy
I’m good, thanks
Am always incognito pussyblocking my niggas
They know how disappointed I would be if they shagged skanks
That’s inclination for respect
Respect for themselves and an incognito respect for me
Mahn, skanks can be 10’s too
From where am sitting thats
Scraping the bottom of the pudding cup

My nigga Alex with the rarest fetish
Nigga has a subconscious hair fetish
He Never even knew he had it
Till my quasi pseudo psychologist fired ass told him so
This nigga is Old Testament when describing a woman’s hair
Nigga dated for four years mahn
You bet that Chic’s hair…
My man gives me insights on condoms
Couples don’t use condoms
Its all about trust & respect
Niggas date for raw sex
That’s rich.
Perhaps I need to grow up and get a girlfriend

I need Kimaru baby to spice up my Mojo
Back when she was a petrol head
That shit was so sexy
Don’t roll your eyes
If I could follow her twice
So she knows how badly I like her
Send me your location baby
Beauty that helps me increase my sanity
Decrease my sanity God forbid
Or boost your self esteem
the king conquers the world
he conquers everything,
or so it it may seem;
then he meets an invincible force,
when he finds his queen
A man’s conscience is malleable
It can be reshaped
What is a queen without her king?
I don’t know but let’s ask
Cleopatra, Nefertiti, Hatshepsut, Sammuramat, Victoria, Elizabeth, Amina, Tzu-hsi
Amina castrated males after fucking.
A concept. I wanted to paint that shit

Legend of Sika, a rose personified
Flowers are okay
But she’d rather you
Pin her against the wall
In the dark
And personally
Deliver a bouquet
Of chills and shivers
Armchair sexer
Its the thought that counts
Hashtag #Mojo
I could be a virgin for all you care
Pinning floozies to the wall
Don’t give it all up for these bimbos you don’t even love
Only someone who doesn’t love you would diss you for not knowing how to pin her on the wall
That shit only happens in movies
Unless you wanna teach me
Niggas always the first to pull the love card when cornered
Am guilty

Play pussy get fucked
Play ass get fucked too
Digging your ass girl
That’s a double entendre
You say truffle butter like its a bad thing
Truffle butter makes her ass get fatter
That’s equivocal
You say ‘butt-slut’ like its a bad thing
A rosebud by any other name would smell as sweet…
Lana Del Ray looks like the type of chic who is intensely addicted to anal
Newsflash: However dirty the sex is its still sacred
There are consequences for bending natural law.
Like Sexually Transmitted Demons
Double standard logic rising above double standard logic
Everybody wants to draw the line,
But nobody is sober enough to draw it straight.
Don’t perform rusty trombone on me
Don’t even explore my prostrate
Lest I get addicted to the intense pleasure
Who’ll serve these pleasures after you’re gone
Girl’s preoccupation with male ass
You couldn’t stop her if you tried
Lest you get blue balled
Nothing more than a pinky finger
If she does it then most girls do it
Double standard logic rising against double standard logic
Poetry so bad it makes Dangote cry
Who the fuck is Dangote anyway
Madness is a Muse

There is a wisdom that is wealth but there is a wealth that is madness
“Heaven-sent madness is superior to man-made sanity.” – Plato
One persons craziness is another persons reality
artists & creative finessing depression and madness
You’re not actually gonna blame people without guns for losing a war. Are you?
The poison cheaper than the cure
Every love story is a tragedy if you wait long enough

Is it July yet?
He committed suicide by driving his Alfa Romeo down a cliff
Its May and my Speares are Shaking
Speary Trigger happy like Mercutio
See what i just did there? Yes? No? Okay. 😐
Chester Bennington hanged himself
Its so painful
To the neck
And to our hearts
As if it wasn’t evident in his music
Firewood begets ashes
As obvious as
Poop sliding on the windscreen
Anyone not prepared to die does not deserve to live
that awkward moment between birth and death
Hope them 20 something’s don’t kill me
Fuck living rich and dying broke
Alexander McQueen hanged himself too mahn
Six Figures under
Raincheck that

Box logos Boxers
Supreme box Chevy’s
All these boxes but I only want yours
I donno why I keep going back to her arms
Its like a dog returning to its vomit
Clinging to a mistake coz I spent a lot of time making it
She kinda took advantage of my rookie days
Back when I had zero game
She kinda took advantage of those days mahn
Not that my game has improved
We were both from different worlds
The unity of opposites
no girl might be able to bung the hole left by her
So I think
Being 3 years older than him doesn’t make you a cougar
Fucking rich old men with expensive watches
Longines Rolex Michael Kors & Mobutu Sese Seiko

Drinking blood from a human skull
“Being woke ain’t enough nigga. You gotta GET OUTTA BED.”
Gentlemen don’t hold pens, we wield swords. And swords get rusty if not used.
Certified Gentleman. Put a stamp on it.
Even though I release the pain with a pen
Your inner Child IS your Highest Self.
Thy ego doesn’t allow space for jealousy
Force of habit
Habit is overcome by habit
Please let me find euphoria
Closing ranks
Today prepares for tomorrow to ruin
At my inflection point
MIA SAN MIA We Are Who We Are
I don’t bake sale
Bonding over nyama choma builds character
People telling me to watch my language
I say fuck that
Mojo is a phase that will pass
Don’t mess up my stupid
Immah Give it to y’all same old raw.
No need to censor my shit
So, how I can no longer try to sound like an eclectic.
Little son of bitch.
It glares it ugly head
Axis of hysteria
Complicated isn’t always better
Come to Kenya for Christmas Kaiti
Hottest foreign chic I know
If Lucas could kill
The Caucacity
No such thing as good guys. They’re just guys
Adios my brothers
Be young & dumb. Be young & live.
Welcome to Stoicville
Don’t shoot the messenger
Lull it over
Lenny, Plug


Mojo III


I just wanna reach CHRIST conscious yo.
Blaze of glory
I wanna be Nikola Tesla woke
Heck.. I wanna be Medusa woke
Nigga with the most balanced Yin & Yang
Shihtzu feng shui
Pain of rebirth cosmic bullshit
Eating carrots coz it gives you tunnel vision
I can get away with saying shit coz its poetry
So scared that peeps see through my fugazi deep
Are you down to clown turn that frown upside down
I don’t have the patience for practical jokes
Really working on being woke
Am feeling Sensei
Photoshopped myself on TIME magazine
Inserts “Senior TED Fellow” in my bio
Thirsty under thirty
Caliburn Ng’ang’a my good friend
Thirstiest Nigga alive
Mi najibamba jo
Debauchery everywhere
The church in bed with the government
A licentious relationship; To preserve the cherry flower they use the back door
The government after finishing his business spits in the church’s anus
So much for arbitrary talks
Debauchery everywhere
Conjug eeked up gated community but
We don’t discriminate
Base hate for sleazes, skanks and Lickspittle sheeple
Fucking the professor for upper credits
Ultralight Dean
Father stretch my arse (her)
I won’t say her name
I guess a sleaze is the male equal of a skank
I prefer comfortable silence to forced conversations
Am many things but I ain’t thirsty
All the pussy I let bounce past me
Coz of my inconsistency and ego
The miaows turned into roars
And the sloth watched as poverty crept in
Popcorn in hand doing nothing
Like the universe owed him
The world is filled with stuff that enforces pride
Tried to kill it
Keeps coming back
Like an iterating allergy
Bounced back like a boomerang thrown in the metro
You can’t iconoclast eccentricity
Christians hijacking Muslim holidays to continue with debauchery
Weekend extended
We really are the pits
Drinking dry concentrated Old Monk Brandy
Teetotaler but only booze that will touch my lips
That old hermit’s yoni water
Coincidence is a Coward’s rationale.
Nigga why have you veered towards the mundane or the frivolous.
Once upon a time
Kelly Rowland Corrupted my mind
I used to be Intricate than American Gods
Deeper than American Gods
Fire in my blood burning for purpose
The need to carve my name on the world’s flesh
No fucking around break my foot in your ass typa person
More brutal than Indian zealots
Ask Nelson
Institutionalized virtues
My brain.exe has stopped working
Humble in a way that says my humility makes me better than you👎🏽👎🏽
nothing youth wouldn’t fix.
The prosecution rests

Just need a girl that really understands me
Fit for a king
Blood.. Soul.. Fear

That Vanessa and Buda love
My Idil type of woman
hooyatha cuun
If I had such a girl,
I’d shag her brains out
Then I got such a girl
Prettiest woman
Prettiest lies
Really don’t get these girls
She said she needed nuts in her diet,
not tea bagged for breakfast.
A whole brouhaha about nothing
Put her in a blunt and smoked her
Before I could tell her that my dad was a doctor
No Regrets
Its like taking off tight shoes
We’re so young mahn.
Don’t turn the page. Just rip it out.

Her ass was pillowy
Softer than cotton
If you pricked her, marshmallow would ooze out
Squeezing them cheeks like I want lemonade
Shut up and eat the lemon Beyonce
You never know an ass is big till its on your face
That ass was big
Capital letters BIG
Azin Galileo
A man grows with the greatness of his task

“Lenny I don’t want to be in a poem”
Then don’t drop it so good

Outchea defending her
Like how twitter defends avocados
I really ate this app
My ambitions as a writer
In an abusive relationship with these twitter hunnies
Its the curse of great beauty

Spirits up.
Panties down..
She looked like an Egyptian concubine
Big Russian titties
South African thighs
Colombian ass
De Divina Proportione
Rubik’s cube typa ass
Come on, Stick it wherever you want
Occupy all holes
Occupy hole street
Opening doors
Condoms slimy than the walls of a bathroom in a boy’s boarding school.
Cave to my will
Feed my inner demons
Serve my guilty pleasures
He was too broken and she was running out of duct tape.
Empty depression
Blank Ocean
August Angst
Frank Ocean’s vulnerability.

You’re so slippery
Like what does it take to catch you?
That elusive shit is cute till its cute no more
Hot as Venus
Am very literal
Making me look needy
Like its a million dollar pussy
Be her rock but don’t take her shit
There’s a difference between a rock and a toilet bowl
One’s Terra Firma while the other’s Terra Cotta

Look what we’ve got here.
A social experiment for the nigga who never begs
Fuck your lickspittle connections
I’ll get that job
I’ll turn out aight
Just gotta sieve the bullshit
Connections & Bribes Kitu Gani.
Kaa nayo.
Gotta despise these human prisons
My ancestors would turn if I submit
Bending before breaking
And heck I can bend
Further than a hooker “scrubbing floors”

Corollary superfluous labia
A guy knows
Giving it the (NO FUCKS!) Kevin Gates look
Staring at it like Darth Vader
Vad Nyke
Just do eat
That’s what she said
Rome Ants Gladiators
Glad he ate her

Like an old remote
She begins working that booty after its slapped
Wa Wild thot
Looks @ me and asks
“You like it?”
Has Machine Gun Kelly ever said Nigga?
Naah I’m being coy
Feeling euphoric and shit
Luck, that’s wishful thinking for the weak
Stingy with the ubers but
For her I’d
Loosen the purse strings

What are we?
An us
A fellationship
Pussy haberdashery
Freedom and adventure F.W.B
Mind altering substances ft. You
Generous with material stuff
Selfish with immaterial
You feel me
We could be HEROES
All my friends are bread
Push me the peanut butter
Flibbertigibbet ragtag
She said she misses the old Lenny
Please don’t tempt me
I grew up mahn
Oh yeah ships sail
Individualism stickler
Like shoes you need big ones as you grow
And now I sound like an Adult Stickler

Stentorian husky base ni kama Nimechapa ombitho mbichi
A man unhappy serving his fellow men has a shallow motive
Holy fuck, The joy of being woke
Patience miscreants
Am so fucking busy
Eating what I feed you coz its served right.
Stuck somewhere between being a pussy and not wanting to cause my mama pain
Fuck your quixotic persona
Don’t piss on my tree, DAWG
Bending before breaking
And heck I can bend
Further than a hooker “praying”
Kick Anubis in the nuts if he comes for my sinful soul
Bucket List : Autograph her cleavage with my nut
This shit irks you?
nobody cares babe, go smoke a blunt
Sesquipedalianism is my opponent
All I know is there’s more than I know
Its like a black mirror episode
Nigga stay woke


Zeitgeist #5: Affirmative Action

The Firm baby

Talking about the greatness of Nas and his illmatic album has now become a banal cliché. People’s thick skulls and intransigence of Insisting on Hov just because he made it big as a mogul. SMH. A poet and a mogul walk into a bar. Jay Z vs Nas. The cliché is as worn out as a tyre retread down to its canvas, we only do it because of people like Charlemagne Tha god, Dj Akademiks and Miss Mandii who have the nerve of thinking that BluePrint the album by Jay Z is better than Nas’ It was written. Fucking red herrings. Always bringing up RocNation, Beyonce and TIDAL.

Introspection my nigga. Younaaimean. Introspection. How’d they miss Take it in blood and Affirmative Action. Just because of these two tracks .. It Was Written makes you wonder What did we ever do to deserve Nas. Nigga waxing poetical and philosophical like it’s his first language. How does it feel to be Nas. Without Nas, Oldskool hip hop is nothing.

Though a short lived group, word to Nas for forming The Firm. Matching AZ, Cormega and Foxy Brown, Sensei nigga; something close to this matching in this age would be if Anderson Paak, Quavo and Travis Scott formed a collective. How eccentric would that be, Perhaps more eccentric than if 21 Pilots and Daft Punk ever collaborated.
Even after being in existence for only a year, The Firm are immortalized by their song Affirmative Action. Everything about this jam strikes a note of creepy realism in any true hip hop buff.

Track: Affirmative Action
Genre: Posse-cut Hip Hop
Writters: AZ, Cormega, Nas, Foxy Brown
Production: The Trackmasters

The jam is 21 years old and I’ll say with my chest that this is the most Arresting Hip Hop Classic. This track is going to last forever. You can take that to the bank.

From AZ’s accent, Cormega sounding like Nas, Nas sounding better than Nas you feel me, to the Guitar beat and the beat Climax in Foxy Brown’s verse &; to the Eccentric lyrics; to Foxy Brown stating “They Praise Allah with visions of Gandhi” …. This will be the most remembered Hip Hop track generations to come.

Talk about lyrical maturity that makes the already potent beats and rhymes all the more compelling. I don’t care if its trashy tough-guy talk, what matters is that it strikes a note of creepy realism. Especially its beat.

The song’s beat is extremely mafioso, sounding straight out of Narcos or American Gangster with strings and crescendos, i love it.. It makes my heart sing.
Its a guitar and its impeccable. Its like the Flute in Mask off or The Piano in STILL D.R.E. Word to the Trackmasters mahn. Great beat. Guitars in Hip Hop are so against the grain.. That’s what makes them so eccentric, especially when you find a good rapper to flow with them. Nas for instance.. How he bodied and owned the beat in The Message. But that’s another story. Stringed instruments.. Guitar/ Ukelele/ Nyatiti/ Harps  Anything guitar-like really touches my soul. The Roots could perform this track live on stage very easily.

Nuff said. This is one of the best posse tracks of all time. Its like a baton race from AZ to Cormega to Nas and finally the baddest bitch Foxy Brown.

Foxy Brown’s verse on the jam is the greatest rap verse ever performed by a woman. Puts Eve, Missy Elliot, Lady of Rage and Nicki in introspect. The Bravado and surety in her voice, Damn she’s bad.

She’s bad milk. Milk with pubic hair in it. More than 14 incarcerations. Damn she’s bad. We really gonna act like Foxy’s box wasn’t eaten by Jay Z. So sus to even think about it. Fat lips and everything.

Nas literally having Jay Z for dinner in Ether

Foxy Brown brushing shoulders with Prodigy and Ll Cool J and wanting an equal piece. This is a bad m’fer we’re looking at here. Close to the end of Affirmative Action she says in her refined menacing voice :
THEY PRAISE ALLAH WITH VISIONS OF GANDHI. For a first time listener of the track, this will be the most vivid line you’ll get from the track.

“They praise Allah with visions of Gandhi”. This phrase has stuck in my head even though I can’t seem to assign meaning to it. Its eccentric AF. This just shows you how much Nas’ wisdom was rubbing off on Foxy Brown.

The line inspired an album title. VISIONS OF GANDHI. Visions of Gandhi is the 3rd album from underground hip hop group Jedi Mind Tricks, Greatest form of flattery to Foxy Brown.

The Firm baby.
AZ is not mentioned as one of the big names.. The next guy doesn’t know who AZ is. This nigga has the finest hip hop accent. You should hear him saying “Fettuccine Capone”. You’ll think it some diamond coated punany yet he’s just talking about pasta.

Cormega was in the wrong side of history for falling out with Nas and leaving The Firm. Swept under the rag like the Based curse.

Nuff said. Affirmative Action; Just for this track, The Firm deserve all the gassing. It cuts across everywhere.

Coz of QuietStorm, Mobb Deep are the best rap duo.
Saigon ~ Enemies
Dilated People’s ~ Worst to Worst
Cypress Hill ~ Rap Superstars

Any Hip Hop group but not Wu Tang. Wu Tang clan are overrated. Nothing magical about them. Don’t get me wrong.. Raekwon is great no problem, but Wu Tang Clan is overrated. Rapping well is one thing but choosing beats is another thing that seals. Anyone in this new age who claims to like Wu Tang is a fraud… Anybody who even likes C.R.E.A.M their magnum opus. Trash is a strong word. Let’s just say they chose shitty painful instrumentals.
The best thing that happened to C.R.E.A.M was Boi-1-da.

Boi-1-da really sampled C.R.E.A.M’s chorus like a pro and incorporated it into Pound Cake. The chorus is chopped throughout the song to make a  neither rueful nor celebratory beat. Drake did some poetic justice to the beat considering Jay Z featured on the track. “Cash Flows Everything Around me cream get the money dollar dollar bill yo.” Most sampled line ever.

And you know what, Drake stuck with Boi-1-da ever since. Vultural traits aside, the nigga knows loyalty. That’s a bop.

New Age Rappers. Stick With Your initial Producers. At least make 90% of your music with them.

Trying new sounds… Switched producers. Therein lies the problem. Hopping from producer to producer is Hip Hop harlotry.

Joey Badass couldn’t make his 1999 magic with All Amerikkkan Badass because he kinda abandoned Statik Selektah. Making one track with him. Funny thing, this was the best track on the album. Legendary featuring J. Cole.

Ace Tha Don & Shukid

These guys used to have that ripe demand for respect. Going hard on the beat and everything. I donno where that fire went to.
A hunch would be, they abandoned their producers. Kina Odie on the track na Kevin Grands. You should’ve stuck with ’em mahn. These niggas made underground rap radioworthy.

The thrill of underground rap. You’ll have the most loyal fans.

Shukid & Ace Tha Don had the firmest grip in the kenyan underground rap scene. Filling in big shoes once wore by kina Ukoo Flani Mau Mau & Kalamashaka.
What’s going on niggas.
Savvy choruses, Trashy pop beats, Trappy rap styles is all I’ve been seeing lately.  mainstream, R&B and pop-leaning sounds. Its phony as shit

These niggas sold out bad. I really believed in these niggas. Mahn. The audacity of comparing Ace Tha Don to Royce da 5’9 then the nigga turns around and makes a song like Banana. This ain’t even Hip Hop. Its Kapuka. Sema Homerun ya kusell out. Remember how hurt Rick Ross was when he found out that Birdman’s was fake? Am that hurt.

Grainy, pop-savvy choruses. What’s happening Shukid?
Come on my nigga. crossover sensibilities and radio-friendly hits that’ll be gone tomorrow. Choosing mainstream makes you bottom feeders. How could you trade being underground kings. I still jam to One Day// Say What You Want// Alpha & Light Work by Ace Tha Don. Real music lasts. All that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow.

Your departure from the raw, underground tone of your debuts towards mainstream is a faulty gambit. Now look. Barrak Jacuzzi and Steph Kapela bypassing you niggas.

Y’all played around Now Steph Kapela, Anje, Barrak Jacuzzi and Asum Garvey are out to dethrone you.


Steph. Tell your homie on the right (Shukid) to stop selling out

Groovy Hip Hop finally made it to Kenya. The edge that Steph Kapela brings with his original diversity is refreshing asf. Its like balancing R&B and Hip Hop ile style ya Anderson Paak. Its groovy am telling you. Just check out the Nigga’s YouTube. I fancy that Steph Kapela has the freshest Serenades.

I needed something new apart from the usual Ndugu Omolo na Kina Pizzo.
A new rapper. Someone to gas up. Someone to SON these niggas.

Enter Steph Kapela, out all of you other niggas.
All of you other niggas apart from Poppa Don. Poppa Don is the only rapper who stuck to the roots.

Big up to Benady and his Flag 42 cohorts. Keep up the hunger.

Juu ya Hiyo story Wacha niende  nikaone American gods.

Twitter: @mighty_leny

Mojo II


A boy is a man who waits to be called forth
Nawa mikono na utakula na wazee.
Nigga made it to the 2nd floor, 20 now
When I drive immah need a bigger lane
Namastay in your fucking lane
Parentheses around parental paradigms.
No more Teenage angst
Tethers me to a purpose
Running with the big dogs but staying on the porch
Left the monkey business in the zoo.
High density identity
They sleeping on me
The Mustang Stallion is my Spirit Animal
At least that’s what my conscience told me
Why would I argue with my own conscience over the truth
That’s like me telling myself ‘don’t tell me what to do’
Water adopts the shape of its receptacle
In between categories and definitions
Inside every man lives a legion. Thousand versions of himself.
Choose your poison. Mine morphs into a Stallion
Said it with my chest, heck
Said it with my balls in grip
A wolf doesn’t know its a wolf. It just knows its hungry.
Tree in the forest my friend
Two for Teusday
Leaving all the childhood shenanigans
Revealing the layers to my soul
The die has been cast and the Rubicon crossed.
Instagram ghosts
Of Vynils and Polaroids
Superheroes stabbed call it a Justice Leak
Smart but short of social skills.
My perks of being 20
Shangri LA Nerdocrat. Wisdom rocks dude. Perks of being 20.
What’s the point of Brass bollocks and no brains
I hope this feelin’ lasts for fuckin’ ever
A drunk needs a reason to stay sober
Quid pro fucking Quo

Ever since i realised that I have a Stallion’s spirit.
My dumbfounding monumental ego quadrupled
Kneel and Kiss the ring
Summa cum laude cunt
willy nilly.
I’m being extra, is you even enough baby
Am an alpha I have options
I only chose you because am a gentleman
At least I ain’t like the
Punctilious pusillanimous punk pussyfoots who simp over punk pussy
I just wanna slap the bastards
so many pussy niggas around me i’m getting horny 😤

Cute innocent looking girls wearing chokers
a notoriously difficult bunch to pigeonhole,
Am still a canine at heart am a dog. WOOF!
Come to think about it
Those cute innocent looking girls with fat asses be the freakiest.
Ironclad theorem

Do tell

Skrt Skrt
Skirt up
Skit with no panties
Take a peek at this boo 😘
The goddess between your legs
Makes mouths water
savour the delight
Smell her flower
Savour the delight
People never get the flowers while they can still smell em
Ventriloquism coz her thighs pressed against my ears
You don’t speak when you are eating,
Shaven clean
All root hairs plucked out like pages of Exodus from a slave’s Bible
She wish a niggawood
Dick harder than an armadillo
Round peg in the square hole
Wrap it up I might put a son in you
That pussy tight but I’m claustrophobic
Coochie come and coochie go its all the same.. Cunta Kindred
This one’s Cucci, Sporty pussy, Emre cunt
Memento cats; Keepsake pussy
Thrusting momentum pedal to the metal
Made me woke and shit
She gahdamn disgusting, my gawd
I’ve never even seen this part of Pussy town before
That pussy snorts cock deep call it Cunt Cobain
Finer than a winery
Save the coffin spaces
The sex was so bomb she killed him
Mind blowing awesoma

She said she likes punks
Lucky for me
She’s a hot mess wipe your glasses pal
One time she gave me sympathy sex.. Haha
Why mahn. I can’t see the sense, why?
I Stevie wonder why.
Let her know that am dangerous
Literally tear that kitten up
Stallion in a cat
gripping you up fucking and choking you
hindsight is always 20/20
Sometimes it takes the Future just to Ci*errors
Sometimes witches merit saving

Your pussy your rules, I said
You pussy, that’s what she said
She said she hates dominance *type attitude*
Like that counts for something?
Suck it before I dick slap you
Macho machismo masochism
Chattels speak ill of their masters if not fed well
Slutty groans “Oh Lord”
I turn in my Project A-

You can’t play God without being acquainted with the Devil.
Our father who act in hell
The devil’s butthole on the other side of the glory hole
That’s the wrong place to enter
That’s very satanal
That ass structured like a peach
Structure is the doorway into freedom
Carried my Stallion-like behaviours to the 2nd floor
She called it Tomfoolery? Go figure
Its like Ashton Kutcher Buzzin kush and Martini on his Aston Martin, So to speak
Am just playing.. While all good jokes contain true shit.

She pretty and she witty,
More interesting than the Zaire’s Lumumba and Kasavubu fiasco of 1960
Raps better than that Short bad rapper – introverted tailor Lil Uzi Vert
she’s cold as ice, but in the right hands she melts
Its not just something you take, its given
There’s a lot of sharks out there
Ooh, girl, you a blessin’
Her beauty awed the eyes and calmed the soul
Stick around some real feelings might suffice
Sometimes I catch a buzz just to help me picture love
The concept is as depressing as Stanley Tookie Williams life story.
Makes you wanna Pay a little visit to rock bottom

Real Dirt is not under your nails. Its in your soul
I don’t think y’all heard me
They can cut my flesh but not my insides
And now I look stupid when I talk
the mouth betrays the heart.
Boss up lil homie
You don’t see color and want to go back to black and white.
These things Go hand in hand like Panties, fishnets and Shakespeare sonnets
Its simple mathematics
I keep my enemies on the leash capiche
Even a fool can bite the king if he has teeth
Alive is a very broad category, a man with no hands can still be alive
Hate me but respect me
even 👏 though 👏 am 👏 an
Adolf hipster Harry thotter Shitbag Olympian Motherfucker
I’m a bad motherfucker coz the good die young
Life’s a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorce me.
Coz immah go out the same way that I came in
Right by the pussy with nothing on my mind
How come he’s not in counselling?
Am not crazy am a realist. Same difference
This is ice cream for bed wetters. Grade A bullshit
Jinx up nigga the show is over muhfucka

Twitter: @mighty_leny

The Path : HiiiPower

Warning: long post ahead

Cache Sexe

The koteka or penis sheath is traditionally worn by male natives of some ethnic groups in New Guinea to cover their genitals. Apparently dick flashing is Disrespect disregard for common decency. I never knew that.

What I know is that the koteka qualifies as an icon of respect in our society. Respect enforces honour among men. This sheath/ gourd/ cache sexe covers the penis, which is a love sharing tool. Love is akin to heart. Therefore, the cache sexe/ koteka is an icon for Hiii Power. Heart, Honour & Respect. Something I wrote about a while back. Courtesy of Kendrick Lamar the Ayatollah.


“HiiiPower is the way we think. The way we live. See it’s known today that the human race is nothing. No morals, no standards. What we’re about to do is raise the level of expectations. No, you don’t have to have a lot of money. You don’t have to be rich. But you will be rich in mind and spirit. Some say it’s big as a crew, some say its big as a gang. We stand for it as if it’s a religion.” – Kendrick Lamar

I sense a kindred Spirit. Its Kendrick Lamar the rock star philosopher badass & his black hippie cohorts TDE.

TDE over Dreamvillains anyday. Nothing personal, am just philosophically bent.. & Top Dawg Entertainment has a Foundational Philosophy. There is philosophy in TDE. A guiding spirit.
“HiiiPoWeR” a movement which they treat it as if it were a religion.
The three ‘i’s in the word “HiiiPoWeR” stand for heart, honor and respect—the three main things that people should have and live by.

TDE has no weak links. Every artist releases quality music. They are the most conscious Rap group of this generation.
Isaiah Rashad, Ab Soul, Kendrick, Jay Rock and Q the truth but yall be gassing them other niggas like fr


We’ll consider Kendrick a sell out if and only he divagates from his foundational ethos Hiii Power – The 3 i’s Heart Honour & Respect.

He rep’d on DAMN. I was counting on him to rep. I was really counting on him to stick to the Path. Am really glad he had songs with these titles (Love, Loyalty, Humble, Pride.)
It wasn’t random that he gave the tracks those names. This just shows us that he would never divagate from the path.

The album has millions of lesson. Its thought provoking. Last time I heard something this thought provoking was  Nas waxing poetical in “Take it in blood” or No Church in the Wild. Mahn I thought the world was ending soon when I heard FEAR.

But that’s another story.

I was counting on Kendrick to stick to the Path, which he did ever so gracefully, unradioworthily though.

What’s important is the path.
The Path aims at providing man with an unshakable conviction based on logically derived understanding.

Heart, Honour & Respect. When you lose one of them the whole thing has to reorganize itself to make up for what’s missing.

This path is akin to The Way (a spiritual book) written by Saint José Maria  Escriva the initiator of the Opus dei Catholic prelate or akin to Confucius teachings. Even further it could be equated to the Bushido (武士道?, “the way (or the moral) of the warrior”) a Japanese term for the samurai way of life,

Am just the person to expand Kdot’s teachings like how Saint Paul expounded Jesus teachings
Or how Vladimir Lenin expounded Marxist teachings.


Imma steal Aristotle’s triangle and use it. The three vertices are Heart, Honor & Respect.
To the Greeks, the triangle is symbolic of a doorway. It also symbolizes harmony between three parts. Mine are heart, honour, Respect. By balancing the three we get a path. – Hiii Power. A way of living.

The Path is a Panacea for the Society.
Good men have been kneeling down for too long its time to stand up.

There’s a fine line between Heart & Love, Fear & Respect, Pride & Honour. But its still a line. Imma goose your mind.

Yo dude. My hypothesis doesn’t have to be right. I just write to get things off my chest. Catharsis. If I don’t put my thoughts on paper I think I’ll die. So chill.


At heart am An ardent student of human nature; fascinating paradox we are
So wise and yet so foolish
So brave and yet so fearful
One thing stands in the modern society. People’s hearts are so bankrupt. Minds so baleful it pollutes our will.

People’s souls are so contaminated that art can’t touch their hearts.

People’s’ hearts are so corrupted that they can’t even appreciate art

You can see a man’s face but you can’t see his heart.

Every custom and civilization, that there ever was, every form of social engagement, of human interaction, of friendship, of love, evolve around this single word.

Think for a moment, or as long as it takes. Strip passed the aftermath and do not dwell on the battle itself. We are searching for the absolute core, The deepest parts of our hearts, not the branches that grew as tempers flared, nor the distorted version, that we tell so often, we come to believe as truth. All that soul searching bollocks

Our hearts so bankrupt We like or need to feel justified, as opposed to owning the mistakes we make. And the real nerve, we sometimes become angry, at the person who is simply unraveling the mess we made.

Baleful minds We avoid knowledge for fear it may alter our thought, and we hide our faults and imperfections, as if  we should be viewed as perfect, yet still believe  in a Higher Power. Pious hearts The irony may be missed, but the contradictions, we simply absolve.

Life’s always got me wondering, am I doing it right?

It ain’t about what you do, it’s about how and why you do it. No such thing as good and evil. Only intent and perspective. The heart decides perspective. Its all about the heart.

I live my Truth,
discuss it passionately,
listen to other perspectives,
adopt what resonates
and leave what doesn’t.

The mantra : If the heart is pure.

You have only one judge of character, and this is yourself. Your heart. Decisions you make and how these decisions are carried out are a reflection of whom you truly are. Your heart. I find emotional dishonesty offensive. But we all know You cannot hide from yourself.

Lord please make me a clean heart.

Art can only touch a pure heart. I’d rather die than lose my sense of art.

The value of art can only be measured by how pure the heart is. The point is being selfish with art so that it may have meaning when being given away. Donated to a museum, given as a gift,

Art should be free. Its value should be measured by how generous the giver was. The hearts of both the artist and recipient of the art.

Is a pure heart important?
You decide.

Lord please have mercy on me when my heart turns cold.

The less you have, the more their worth. To Friends


Honour is one of the seven virtues of a warrior besides Rectitude, Courage, Benevolence, Politeness/Propriety, Honesty/ Sincerity & Loyalty.

Savages are warriors without honor. If by lacking honour, warriors become savages then what does dishonor do to us? There is no honor among scumbags right? Then a lack of honor makes us scumbags.

No honor among scumbags, right?
.. Test of honour/ character

Not knowing what you are doing is an act of dishonor.

Proclamation of fake consciousness is an act of dishonor. Only true purpose is that which is lived, not spoken. Talk your walk.

Betrayal has to be the greatest act of dishonour – Snitching

Never abandon your generation.

Manipulation of Karma is an act of dishonor

Always waiting to learn from experience is dishonorable.

A man may fail many times,
but he isn’t a failure
until he begins to blame somebody else.
 – John Burroughs

Pay your debts
Pay your taxes
Keep your word

The hammer of God hits those who lack honor.

Primary emotions like Jealousy make you lose your honour.
Greed will take away your honour
It is dishonorable to have Fleeting visions
No conviction

Respect begets honour

It is honorable to make your mum happy. Not proud. Pride is a sin

All honourable things are simple and many can be expressed in single words. Nobility, Magnanimity, Conviction, Justice, Hardwork, Honesty, Courage, Loyalty and balls.

But conviction is the cornerstone.
Lacking conviction is like living on your knees.
religion and the law restored social order and basically enforced honour among men,

The more you learn, the less you know.

I KNOW too much; I have stuffed too many of the facts of History and Science into my intellectuals. My eyes have grown dim over books; believing in the logos & studying the universe has prematurely aged me.

You can’t have both truth and happiness. I urge you to choose happiness unless you get a calling. A true calling.
The more you learn the less you know.. Just choose the easy path. Conviction/ belief whatever floats your boat.

Copying is dishonorable

Its a pecking order in the motor world. The copycats are at the bottom as usual. Who’s on top? L’honorable.
Whether by design or happenstance, Cars are now getting facelifts…. These facelifts are coming with more pronounced sexier bumpers, Enhanced spoilers, better yet
Cars too are getting bigger asses. The Dodge Hellcat is fine as fuck. If she was my girl I’d smack her ass every time I kiss her goodbye.
Nissan GT R has the finest affordable ass. All these other cars are Kardashians.. Cosmetic surgeries.. Butt implants like the Lexus LF. The only car left with no ass is the Subaru.

Its a coupe revolution and you know who doesn’t give a shit about whether you put jet transmissions on your cars? Its Ford.
Too busy watering their own grass to check if yours is greener. Cadence. A do what thou wilt type of cadence. The only thing they care about is Henry Ford’s dream. Fordism. What he visioned when he founded the company in 1901. Fordism is the most honorable thing in the industrial world. I say this with my chest.

Ford has the best affordable cars. There’s too many monkey see monkey doers out here but if you have a Ford no matter the kind you just have the best car around. Ford is to vehicles what Sony is to electronics / Zlatan to football.

From the
Ford GT
Ford Mustang 1st Generation to 5th
Ford Shelby
Ford Ranger
Ford Raptor
Ford Super Duty
Ford Everest
Cop cars

Even the focus & Taurus, Fiesta, Sierra are all good; so long it has this logo, its a nice car.


ALL these other CARS copying and evolving to other niches just show a lack of foundational philosophy making them blatantly phony thus lacking honour.

The Chevrolet are trying too hard. From their Suburban/ Silverado/ Camarro/ Corvette & all their sedans, they are all monkey see monkey do bull.

BMWs & Mercedes Benz cars were supposed to look sexy, not beastly. I donno what happened. My wildest guess, they saw the Ford Mustang and decided to copy. From the BMW M14 to the Mercedes AMG series.

I still got respect for the Audi though. You’ve seen what they’ve done to their taillights. Audi’s have the best taillights

Then there are the eccentric Swedish cars, Swedish cars like the Volvo, the Koenigsegg or the Zlatan Ibrahimovic.

I’d rather a Ford Ranger to a G Wagon. But you know, rich people are stupid.
A Ford Ranger is better than any SUV, Which I know petrol heads would disagree with. There is no use regurgitating bar-talk and trying to pass it off as sagacity borne out of deep rumination. It won’t wash.

I got news for you petrolheads. One or two of your favourite cars was probably owned by Ford.

Volvo, Aston Martin, Cadillac, Lincoln motors, LandRover/Range Rover, Mazda, Jaguar. Ford once owned these brands or still has a majority stake in these companies. Its only safe to attribute their successes to the Fordism Midas touch.

We are so tired of the Muscle Pony cars in Fast & Furious. Yeah we already accepted that Dodge Challenger is the pretty boy while the Ford Mustang is the bad boy. The Camarro is the wannabe.

I target the car follow the target.

People who call cars motis. Hii Ni nganya, moti Ni wewe.

I got 99 problems and being trapped in a decaying body in a money hungry society on a dying planet in a mysterious dimension may be one.


y’all must not understand how freelance this world has become. With each passing age humanity sinks deeper into materialism, and becomes less aware of its true spiritual nature.

Money is the cutest bitch in the world. My only beef with it is because of how superficial it is.
Its just cotton but it affects people like poetry. I mean its no longer underpinned by something tangible. Like gold for instance. Yeah, that’s right. Its just legal tender.

Doing it for the money. Mahn you’re such a hooker.

Scum is anything that makes man do baleful acts & dishonorable deeds.
We put profit above people, Greed above need, Rule of Gold above the Golden rule.

Africa got the shorter end of the stick when money became currensy. When you leverage money to your favour then swindle someone of their riches its called theft.

Like that nation that sold its minerals for paper payments.



Before being carried away however let it it be said that no matter how evil money is, don’t think being broke is holy. Money helps you lift the load of life more easily.

Money is now dangerous because it substitutes Heart, Honour & Respect.

It obfuscates Hiii Power. Heck,
Money gives you a voice, and will bestow upon you the honours of the land.  The wisdom of a poor man will go unnoticed. If he saved the entire world, no one would remember him. 

They say money runs the world, you can’t pay God with it. You can’t buy your way to heaven.

You still don’t really understand the effects of dishonor, do you?

After losing its honour and more than 2 million soldiers in the First World War,  The Germans voted Hitler in through popular vote for his hard talk, loud mouth and exotic, daring demeanour.

They thought that anything would be better than the clowns who had driven the nation into a disastrous war, someone to restore their honour. Desperation makes for strange bedfellows.

Dishonor created terrorism.
The way I see it, a kafir wronged a theist. To a theist, there is no greater dishonor than being wronged by an infidel. An infidel; an unclean pork eating individual. So to speak.
I hate the hate mahn. The kind of takfir – branding another human an apostate or kafir (infidel), making it justified and even obligatory and meritorious to kill him. I hate it. It makes my balls itch. Other than fake leather and plastics, its the other thing I hate

But honour goes a long way..

“I fancy that there are no people in the world more punctilious about their honour than the Japanese, Honour with them is placed above everything else.

Death Before Dishonour

To the Samurai, to die a good death with one’s honor intact, is the ultimate aim in a life lived according to bushidō

Under the bushidō ideal, if a samurai failed to uphold his honor he could only regain it by performing seppuku (ritual suicide). seppuku (切腹 seppuku?) or hara kiri, which allowed a disgraced samurai to regain his honor by passing into death.

Seppuku was considered the most honorable capital punishment apportioned to Samurai.

Mahn killing yourself for honour.

Placing honour above everything is called nobility.

Nobility is your soul kneeling before your body. On another plane it becomes divine. It becomes magnanimity.
Magnanimity is a latinization of the Greek word μεγαλοψυχία, megalopsychia which means greatness of soul and was identified by Aristotle as “the crowning virtue”.

Be a man of integrity. Bring honour to your name.


CHRIST is the most disrespected deity. Look around

Jimmi Hendrix




They are all disrespected but lemme just speak for CHRIST.


4 years ago someone theorised that God is big on family planning as he only has one son. I almost collapsed.

The problem is that blasphemy & sacrilege is so funny.. We are all guilty. This is an indictment of my generation.

Those Charlie Hebdo Drawings were so funny mahn. Which even incensed the ultras even more, pushing them to defend their prophet’s honour by killing those journalists.

We hail the mother but let the son’s name get tarnished. Romans 14.16 – “Do not let what you regard as good get a bad name.”

The genie is out for good. There’s no way we can impede what will happen. Next thing you’ll see is nuns with guns.

Newton’s laws: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Respect existence or expect resistance.

We all know that when u judge the actions of others to b right or wrong against ur own belief-based expectations, who they are becomes a product of who u are and helplessness is a destructive emotion. So here’s what’s gonna happen.

Catholic Fundamentalism is gonna happen.

Its only a matter of time till Catholic nuns go Qutb on y’all asses for disrespecting their Lord.

Macho nuns will decide enough is enough, spit on their hands and begin slitting throats. It ain’t no joke.

Respect lasts longer than a cheque nigga.

It has no alternative. It is a form of currensy..
Hard to earn.. So valuable because Respect begets honour.

Respect is all we really want. It is all we can hope for and all we can ask. It makes us feel better about who we are, and that we matter. It makes us visible, even if we are hungry and not a penny in our pocket. It gives us strength and the courage we need to build upon a legacy or to maintain the status quo. It makes us feel warm and safe, when our friends, partners and spouses, give respect, in not violating our trust.
Nod your head, respond with Hi hold the door open and do not profile. To give freely, that which costs us nothing, reaps abundance in return. Demonstrate respect in communication, show respect of  time, bow to respect of dreams, accept respect of responsibility. Respect beliefs, respect communities. Respect authority, respect our leaders, who we voted in. Six billion people live in our global world. We will never all agree, and we will not all be friends. We may not feel love’s passion, and we may never worship the same God, but we can respect one another, and if our demonstration stands correct, than at least some of our future problems, have already been solved.
But stripped of respect, robbed of dignity, then we are left to a savage self, an unfeeling being, with the-world-evolves-around-me thinking.

Get on your knees and pray

I love my country but that shit hole is a mess
If an MP earns Ksh 1M a month,then in 5 years you earn 60M bob. What is the rationale of spending Ksh 200M on campaigns? Public service? 🤥That question rhetorical.

We can do better is all am saying.

God bless Kendrick Lamar. Too bad They don’t give out Nobel prices for Philosophy.

Twitter: @mighty_leny



Am flying first class through cloud 9
Balls got bigger its Stretch marks on my scrotum.
Two low-hanging fruits,
Where to pour the guts at?
Where to pour the seed at?
Got bricks in Nakuru
Fine as hell looking like a
stallacato lecatto topped up with machiatto
Hair so long like Rapunzel, you know she got it from her mama
Pabloesque murals of Picassocaine choco bars, that ass
Real estate everybody wants to grab
For what it’s worth; its worth everything

Missed my target so I shot again, missed my ex so I shot again
Finest fuck I ever let get away
She had my balls on a shish kebab
I wanna have my cake and eat it too Never been a deadbeat.
Always her daddy
But its ok she became a C.E.O I mean a Corporate hoe; you know
Russian hoes from Idaho
Pulled out        from it and its Ok
Trust me mahn its ok

How I like my girls she asked
Told her I like em bold
Between man and woman who carries the balls, she quipped
Motif motive?
Was Michael Jackson black?
Nigga was Courage cowardly
Run motherfucker run
Dead on arrival
Snake skin
Inspired by our differences
Playing the hand I was dealt
Deleted that part of me
Being an ass to get booty
Plata O Plomo
Take tha silver
Or get tha Lead
Risk it for the biscuit
Damned if we do and damned if we don’t
I say we do
Show me how you go down
She just ordered me for lunch
Got served poems and thongs at the fat pussy cafe

Lights camera action
Nom de guerre
ménage à trois
Fait accompli
Modus operandi C’est la vie.
et al tea bagging
de rigueur
Raison d’être
Laissez fer & toe curling
Swapping tongues & wailing like a banshee

What is that Play Fore?
A+ brainiac yum yum
Heard you wanna front I just want it from behind.
Booty glistening like varnished Venice Gondolas.
Her big ass where my palm hit, » pull my dick out, she gon’ balm it » Halfway there I thought I had a Midass touch
I hold her down and get my best nut
Before she got down on her knees and blew me like an opportunity
I came quick so she pissed
You know I’m good for another round
But it’s hard when everybody on your dick

Shrivelling dicks addressing the
Irrelevant elephant in the bedroom
Good thing he never let Lucifer close enough to ask. What thee was selling He was definitely buying.
Pinocchio dicks
getting longer the more he cheats?

A King’s heart pumping a slave’s blood

Play me something natural like sounds from a nyatiti
Noise, nuisance & turnt up tantrums
From whence the poison springs
Looks like Paradise
You know the usual
Malice in wonderland
Hymen// behymen
Pussyholes executed Fela Kuti
Pussy Fela Executee
Is it poisonous?
Yes, like all things beautiful
That’s why they made Magnums// Durex
These hoes swallow but the caption deep.
And they’ll paint me on their walls and frame me for murder 😅😅
Kinking the hose of my masculine force

Just because he doesn’t lust doesn’t mean he doesn’t love
Sorry girls. Am already like a brother to someone else
Parking lot pimping is my forté
Nigga rate yourself
Niggas in Narnia deep in the closet
Homophobes with guilty pleasures
Of Girls kissing and truffle butter
Weird cutthroat thoughts of
I wanna slit your throat and fuck the wound
Geekier than Lennon Potter Glasses
Butt groove on the sofa
The trio dish pussy bongs and sushi
If you are what you eat how come am not pussy
All my life I’ve been a trill nigga.
Dastardly Bastard
Tonny taught me how to squabble with my head up
I hate spontaneity
My poetry sucks
Don’t bro me if you don’t know me
Growing pains are normal; mama said
First get money
Then get wife.
I Hold A Beast
An Angel
And A Mad Man in Me! A walking paradox.