Lust of The Poetry

By John Onguko

Lust of the poetry is a collection of thirty nine poems. The themes are about life, love, spirituality and human nature.
The title comes from an innate awareness of the author in regard to publishing a collection of poems that mirror his imagination and experiences through the journey of life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Onguko
• Release date: Jun 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463801451

John Onguko

I am a writer from Kenya. I major in creative writing. I love reading, riding, and travelling. I also paint and bake wonderful cakes.

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                                                                        For LOVE and POETRY

EXIT B: THE MOON I SEE

Born in the evening, to two lampstands that draw breathes.

Living pillars to a love child, a love that is eternal in flames.

A young man but still a silent auditor of moral philosophy,

with uninhibited intuition of grasping the unknown.

Time and experience are but a voice to the stars that shine in the sky.

Aware of the warm wood and the confusion emanating from the great fort.

Like water boiling in heat; unsettled in affection when sought.

When following passions, vain and unprofitable until discovery of maturity.

The candle under the clouds has been overpowered by the moon above!

In the way that a river and its name is swallowed by a vast sea.

Henceforth never academic but alternatively became really introspective.

Comparatively out of conspiracy unlike a theory that never existed.

A war erupted, on one side where Baconians, on the other you must research.

Whether it’s ongoing I know not; what if they sort the help of Apollo?

Living him cracked up and shining on how literature can be damned,

Folio after folio but they never see that words can be light.

They say he was lost, if they knew he went to find out himself.

The concealed poet never finds his way; he must chart a dramatic path.

Narrow by all means until he arrives at the city of the great king.

An enemy of popular culture: but a friend of the puritan structure.

Mischief or was it not the satire that the chief really missed?

Encrypting languages with thoughts from ancient codes never released.

A high I.Q, specifically above 90 needed to understand such a script,

of speech and pitch that highlights: exit B and now the moon I see.

FIVE HOURS

Five hours of sleep is enough for me

If I do more I might sleep up to six

Why toss and turn in bed consumed by half thoughts?

When I can wake up and do something else,

Sometimes I have dreams

Some are too scary to be retrieved

My logic watches from a distance how it all unfolds

When my mind roams in its own universe

The subconscious doing its own thing

The conscious not even trying to interfere

Unless I am falling off a cliff or driving faster than in reality

Suddenly I am up earlier than my mum does,

I wish I would prepare tea but am not in the mood

I need to write something first before I think about food

That is just how my brainwaves get so methodical

Mum finds me sitting pensively at the study

The next thing is why I haven’t prepared tea?

It’s only about five and this