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Awakening

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Awakening

Tap tap tap

Trickles of consciousness,

Tap tap tap

Tumble over trickles of folly, that,

Tread through the soul’s filter,

Tricking the heart into belief, of,

Truth-like travesties,

Trebling them with hunger, for,

Truth-like truths and justices,

Tap tap tap

She feels the,

Trickling of consciousness.

Tick tock tick

Tis the mocking smile of time,

Tick tock tick

Timed for time’s sake, and,

Taking captive freedoms and keys,

Timidity’s guide to life, as,

Tides rise and tides roll,

Temples of love begin to fall, yet,

Tingles and shingles continue to dance, upon,

Tangled spines of blame and lands of buried hopes,

Tick tock tick

She can see,

Time’s mocking smile.

Tap tap tick

Tickle senses back to life,

Tock tick tap

Tap a nerve back to beautiful insanity, then,

Take a seat and cheer,

Tis the rising of the conscious,

Tamper injustice to forgiving justice, for,

Timidity’s guide to life crumbles,

Trickling into puddles of knowledge, that,

Tie together consciousness and time,

Truth whispers in taps, tocks and ticks,

Telling of life’s beautiful insanities, in,

Tales of the conscious and knowing, for,

To these, the kingdoms belong.

Rachael Kainyu Njeri

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Preacher Preach

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Congregational rituals begin,

Hands lifted skyward,

They’d prefer heavenward,

Hearts repentant;

But it’s the pockets,

It is they that know true penance,

They that are contrite.

Preach preacher!

Make altar of that Broadway stage,

Wipe off that trickle that attempts to expose your guise,

Lord come down!……

And be part of this well crafted, well, craft,

His is ecclesiastical aphrodisia, you see,

Louder! Louder!

Faster! Faster!

Harder! Harder!

And amidst sacred spasms

They come and they come,

Come right to the altar,

Then in such humble fashion;

Into their pockets they reach,

In such piety they offer,

And in such polished sanctimony you receive.

It is deserved, right?

Yes, preacher.

Tell them of hell’s fire,

Of sulphur and of brimstone,

Is your god so inconsequential?

Tell me oh holy teacher,

Could a chapel so righteous-esque,

So bloated with garish semblance,

So full of yearn for truth,

Could it lack a god?

Could it be spiritual vacuum?

Your words; they show disgust at my daresay,

But it is your actions,

It is they that I listen to.

So preach preacher, preach.

For if you dared stop,

If you dared drop that guise,

If you dared shift from receiver to giver,

Hell’s fury should be no more.

rachale njeri

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  1. I love the piece of art ,its amaizing and I know I would love the audio version better, make arrangements if you can.

    lilian

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Biography

Rachael Kainyu Njeri is a Kenyan poet who began writing, as most do, in high school to help her through adolescence. With time it became more than just venting and now she has a blog where she posts her work. She is quite young in the performance scene but has performed with the Sanaa Fusion. Her work has been featured on a couple of sites including Wamathai.com and B-Gina Reviews.

Rachael Kainyu Njeri

rachale njeri
rachale njeri

Biography

Rachael Kainyu Njeri is a Kenyan poet who began writing, as most do, in high school to help her through adolescence. With time it became more than just venting and now she has a blog where she posts her work. She is quite young in the performance scene but has performed with the Sanaa Fusion. Her work has been featured on a couple of sites including Wamathai.com and B-Gina Reviews.

Awakening

Enlarge poem

Awakening

Tap tap tap

Trickles of consciousness,

Tap tap tap

Tumble over trickles of folly, that,

Tread through the soul’s filter,

Tricking the heart into belief, of,

Truth-like travesties,

Trebling them with hunger, for,

Truth-like truths and justices,

Tap tap tap

She feels the,

Trickling of consciousness.

Tick tock tick

Tis the mocking smile of time,

Tick tock tick

Timed for time’s sake, and,

Taking captive freedoms and keys,

Timidity’s guide to life, as,

Tides rise and tides roll,

Temples of love begin to fall, yet,

Tingles and shingles continue to dance, upon,

Tangled spines of blame and lands of buried hopes,

Tick tock tick

She can see,

Time’s mocking smile.

Tap tap tick

Tickle senses back to life,

Tock tick tap

Tap a nerve back to beautiful insanity, then,

Take a seat and cheer,

Tis the rising of the conscious,

Tamper injustice to forgiving justice, for,

Timidity’s guide to life crumbles,

Trickling into puddles of knowledge, that,

Tie together consciousness and time,

Truth whispers in taps, tocks and ticks,

Telling of life’s beautiful insanities, in,

Tales of the conscious and knowing, for,

To these, the kingdoms belong.

Featured Poem:

Preacher Preach

Enlarge poem

Congregational rituals begin,

Hands lifted skyward,

They’d prefer heavenward,

Hearts repentant;

But it’s the pockets,

It is they that know true penance,

They that are contrite.

Preach preacher!

Make altar of that Broadway stage,

Wipe off that trickle that attempts to expose your guise,

Lord come down!……

And be part of this well crafted, well, craft,

His is ecclesiastical aphrodisia, you see,

Louder! Louder!

Faster! Faster!

Harder! Harder!

And amidst sacred spasms

They come and they come,

Come right to the altar,

Then in such humble fashion;

Into their pockets they reach,

In such piety they offer,

And in such polished sanctimony you receive.

It is deserved, right?

Yes, preacher.

Tell them of hell’s fire,

Of sulphur and of brimstone,

Is your god so inconsequential?

Tell me oh holy teacher,

Could a chapel so righteous-esque,

So bloated with garish semblance,

So full of yearn for truth,

Could it lack a god?

Could it be spiritual vacuum?

Your words; they show disgust at my daresay,

But it is your actions,

It is they that I listen to.

So preach preacher, preach.

For if you dared stop,

If you dared drop that guise,

If you dared shift from receiver to giver,

Hell’s fury should be no more.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Awakening

Enlarge poem

Awakening

Tap tap tap

Trickles of consciousness,

Tap tap tap

Tumble over trickles of folly, that,

Tread through the soul’s filter,

Tricking the heart into belief, of,

Truth-like travesties,

Trebling them with hunger, for,

Truth-like truths and justices,

Tap tap tap

She feels the,

Trickling of consciousness.

Tick tock tick

Tis the mocking smile of time,

Tick tock tick

Timed for time’s sake, and,

Taking captive freedoms and keys,

Timidity’s guide to life, as,

Tides rise and tides roll,

Temples of love begin to fall, yet,

Tingles and shingles continue to dance, upon,

Tangled spines of blame and lands of buried hopes,

Tick tock tick

She can see,

Time’s mocking smile.

Tap tap tick

Tickle senses back to life,

Tock tick tap

Tap a nerve back to beautiful insanity, then,

Take a seat and cheer,

Tis the rising of the conscious,

Tamper injustice to forgiving justice, for,

Timidity’s guide to life crumbles,

Trickling into puddles of knowledge, that,

Tie together consciousness and time,

Truth whispers in taps, tocks and ticks,

Telling of life’s beautiful insanities, in,

Tales of the conscious and knowing, for,

To these, the kingdoms belong.

Comments

  1. I love the piece of art ,its amaizing and I know I would love the audio version better, make arrangements if you can.

    lilian

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