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Angels Landing - for broken hearts

Poems like these come to me when I think about you Your eyes – they come when they meet mine Your lips – I feel  them when they curve in a smile  – for when they meet mine – I swear I travel to another planet - I don't know how to lie - trust this poem
Poems like are real – they are honest about the countless times you float my mind,  so I capture moments and freeze them in words - its just a gift you are the inspiration
As passionate as my poetry is – Poems like these hope that you have fire strong enough to hold them inside
Poems like these have been used They have had fights with false gods and demons too How you go read all I write for you and still treat them like its nothing! Don't you know that poems like these are fishhooked from the depths of my soul! Poems like these still come to me - they are nothing but angels landing

© Namatsi Lukoye
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The truth is...

I seldom see my work among some of the best works in my circle; I am humbled each time people think of me like that; or relate to my work or see me as someone to be associated with... I am just one of those crazy people trying. Trust me my life is a crazy one totally different from the person you see speaking on stage or who see behind the lines you read, those who know me have stories to tell.
But, writing is my gift; my blessing and burden, and when I look around I see so many other great writers or even greater. Somehow, I always find favour. I have fallen so many times but the bounce back has always been amazing; I guess it all came together when I accepted that this gift has never been mine; I am just an instrument, and that there is greater one inside me who brings these words.
I am lucky to have friends – true friends. Friends in the art field; who critic and help shape my art – please note that I have never done a single piece alone without help! I need people to feel it, to cur…

'Be water my friend!' Luki - Luki the Monster

Take all the forms and shapes circumstances throw you in and rise above them all! Fit in bottles, sit in a glass, flow down a mountain, sip down  the soil - smile at it it and rise above as you join the clouds! Be water my friend as Bruce Lee said.
Luki...
Art is the purest expression of life! It’s so vast and is always evolving!
For me it’s about being true to myself despite other people’s opinions and thoughts of how my life should be lived.  Art comes so honestly and purely, I don’t doubt its intentions. It makes me believe in my uniqueness and self-expression, and that we all should always strive to be the best version on ourselves. I mean, we only have one life to live, so we should live it to the fullest.       My art is a mix of many genres of music that have inspired me throughout my not so long existence.  With music, I feel that I can communicate more directly and precisely no matter the language as opposed to just having a conversation.  As a rapper, cyphers have given me the …

There shall be showers of blessings!

There shall be showers of blessings... Showers of blessings from hearts that we meet There will be moments we will be mad at each other But the memories we create will surpass all the storms we have faced....
To our dearest, Charles Lwande Every thought of you is warm like the beautiful sun at noon We marched in to sing our hearts out, We marched in to Piss off the neighbors, win the drink - with a shout With the eating, and the folly, and thefun--
And the lying, and the lusting, and the drink, of the gods
and the dance that we drop to- when we'redone, to the thoughts that burn us like irons And bars we killed like lions We were bonded; as if the same blood ran through our veins We were bonded And I tell you, that you blazed fire
With your guitar, young man... when you stepped on the stage,  when you opened your mouth It was all showers of blessings
every stolen feeling of diamonds, platinum and gold Every chord, every word, every note
poured out of your mouth in passion and song fine boy no pimples… you…

Crossing rivers

Say a prayer for a poet
whose heart turned cold
once she kissed with warmth
now she'll leave a frostbite on your soul

Say a prayer for a poet
Once she loved with a fire that scared demons out of hell
Now, she has frozen hearts in the chapters of her life

To sit next to you, oh my love, my all! I feel like a child
So am here asking myself - 'Do I have what it takes?'
Tell me my darling...
Will you take me broken?

Say a prayer for this poet
Namatsi

Coming back

I am back to regular blogging... don't know why i ever stopped! 
There is no guarantee in this life... there is no perfection either! There is no such thing as a perfect poem or song or anything - even we humans are not perfect yet our artist is God himself. I have lived 4 years of my life trying to make my work perfect to fit the critics, to fit my fans... (some of us are just sensitive about our art) I don't know. I have worked with a miraculous team on a mirrorculous project- one that doesn't tire! one that shows up and and asks how do i come in and what do i do - and to this date I have held back most of the work we have done together - because someone pointed a finger at it. I feel terrible - I think that some of us were given gifts to share with the world and probably not even give a price to it. I am tired of holding things - and tired of pleasing imperfect beings too. I think some gifts are too big to be held back by words (and they will come) and by action (they …

For Charles Lwande - Cee L Nuke

Our sky has darkened without the light and life of Charles Lwande, who the art world embraced as Cee L Nuke, one of Kenya’s outstanding artists, vocalists, rapper, and poet. 35th Slam King, aarban cypher champ, amazing vocalist and captivating guitarist.

The countless souls who drank of the nectar of your beautiful music will surely miss you. May your legacy live on in those who were influenced and touched by the magic of your voice. May those who are broken - hearted by your loss find strength in the beauty of your work.
For your family and friends, may they find peace and comfort in dealing with your departure - we surely will see each other again. 
It has been a privilege to be rained on by your essence. 




For Charles Lwande, For Cee
We marched in to sing our hearts out, We came to Rap and recite some poetry We took shots at the back to tease our adrenalin! And you would run to the front– who would deny it, Cee You were the best selfie photographer I had ever met We were bonded; it’s as if th…