shot after shot,day after day | spice

[knowing you]
shot after shot, i grow in addiction
word after word, we grow in conversation
day after day, you become my sweet temptation

[missing you]
let me know; everytime you think of me
let it show; that you're mine exclusively

[yearning for you]
it's worrying and sad when you're away,
wish we could talk more often.
hope you're in my boat riding the same wave,
and let your heart's strong guard soften.

[waiting on you]
when will you feel these lips, feel this kiss
feel this touch; our bodies in silent admiration.
seal this rush; that races for your affection.

[realisation]
in knowing you,
now i'm missing you,
my persona yearns for you,
though it may seem crazy,
i'm waiting on you
this is my realisation

spice.scripts 2010

In Due Time | spice

my ears have heard lies, of honor and despise
my eyes have seen homes break, great tumult and heart ache
i know of a lady that buried her past alive, if he finds out she won't survive
i know of a man that's a schemer, waiting for the moment he would skin her...alive
sometimes he suspects he's not the father, but he's really grown to love the young brother
he lives a life behind the shadow, the anger within him he doesn't get to show
she sees it in his eyes, the mistrust; she dreads to go get a viral blood test
she doesn't seem to trust him of late, he's always itching; he suspects she suspects he's cheating
but who will come forth first to overcome their guilt, and get this home built?
will this young marriage survive it's course, through the better and worse?
no it won't....
she's sick, cause of him,..but she don't know it,yet.
the little boy is not his,..but he can't show it,yet.
the boy will be orphaned by the lies of his parents,..but he don't know it,yet.

spice.scripts 2010

read this if the football is boring :-) | spice

tonight it's just about me, heart to heart with y'all.....


about me
:-) i love to joke, don't get me wrong sometimes with my jokes...some are good some are off,it's just me.
:-) i'm attractive na siringi...august babies rock! can i get an amen..hehe
:-) i'm suave and caring, this i know cause someone told me so...my mom ~_^
:-) brave and fearless...in simple words let me just say i'm prone to taking risks..simple risks that make me think i'm brave and fearless...hehe
:-) i'm sensitive but not petty...don't get it twisted
:-) i get angry when provoked...who doesn't anyway..nkt!
:-) i'm so easily jealous...but won't sweat about it anyway,just the feeling that lasts as the time bolt takes to cover hundred metres
:-) i happen to be a quick thinker, and have an habit of developing independent thoughts...mi hujijazia vi2 mob enyewe sometimes, so just make your point clear ndo tuelewane and avoid misunderstandings
:-) my favorite...i'm talented in the arts, music and defense[read i'm a fast escaper..hehe]
:-) very observant...don't meet me in the same ear studs twice, or you shema..or dis someone mbele yangu...nitajua na nitakwambia! ..i can see your thoughts too...i think ..hehe
:-) i love to dream, i love to lead and be led...i have a vision,i want success [ok,now i'm sounding like obama..i'm a dreamer]
:-) when i got it, i'm too generous and egoistic too...not in a bad way,i just take high pride in myself..i like me so that i can easily like you
:-) whoa, i'm tired...to be continued...by the way, i love making friends who love making friends...did i just say 'love making'...to be continued.. (^^,)

spice.passtime 2010 ..hehe

one in hand [better than two expected] | spice

stilled, silent...in solitude
thoughts laced with emotions...
secretly i miss you.

lonely, cold...a heart in need.
towns, cities...we're miles apart.
secretly i brave the cold, but crave your presence..

do i ever cross your mind?
maybe i do, but am i alive in your heart?
your reproach tortures and tears me up..

phone calls, text messages...i'm in constant contact
silence, delays...your inconsistent feedback
am i no longer part of your life?

i still hold fond memories of you
it's getting clear that we can never be 'us' two

a little concern, appreciation...show you still care
a little committment, desire...just play it fair
i failed as your lover,
could you remain to be my best friend?


...>>>to be continued..
spice.scripts 2010

yours truly... | spice

we ain't talking about our love no more,
the magic of our kisses,
the highs when we touched,
the awe of the love we made,

i don't talk about our past, the memories though alive.,
i pretend it wasn't there, though it still feels so real
i live the present, but i breathe our past,
i think of what could be...if we talked more of our love

i think of you, everything about you
you inspire me, keep this fire burning,

a little of you kept my love alive a long way
the whole of you took my breath away
and your kiss used to bring me back to life...

i talk about our love,
cause you still live inside of me.

yours truly... <3

spice.scripts2010

Illusion deceptive | spice

t's getting harder by the day,
to convince myself that i still love you,
like a drop of water on the sun...our love has vanished with no trace,in the blink of an eye.
hope is fading as the promise of rain on the mightiest of deserts...

you're like heavy clouds that never rain but always cast a shadow on my will to love you...
you're a mirage that never is to quench desirous normads...
you keep me thirsting for your swit love when all you give is bitter herb.

now i shun you like the jew shunned the leper,
for your supposed love suffocates my breath...it literally takes it away.

you're a twisted illusion of what love really is,
your heart full of lies that spews barren promises,
afraid of making sacrifices for you professed affection.

i will drink no more of your cup of deception,
or warm my heart with your ghostly affection..hearing of it but not feeling it,
i'll find comfort on a bed of thorns..,more than i'll believe your love is true.

i know...i'll never find someone else like you,
it's not like i ever anticipate to.

spice.scripts 2010

night nurse | spice

intoxicating beauty she possesses, he had never seen her in this way...
a silver chain rested gently on her waist with nothing on, sparkling against the moonlight...she had sprung on him by surprise...
her aroused firm breasts partly hidden in her long coat, red heels elevated her form...breasts gently jerked...
eyes not blinking; he swallows hard..veins dilated,fingers itching.
imagining things he would do to her, will he have her on the revolving chair?
or will he pin her against the wall...her legs tightly wrapped round his waist..trousers tagging the ankles of his legs..
as she digs her nails deep into his back,he thrusts deep as he jerks her up.
maybe he would pin her on his office table...drop everything on it, and just drop the whole of him on her.
a beautiful silhoute in the dark of the night,humble cupped breasts..gently to be teased and pressed..a lover's pleasure...one's treasure.
raindrops dancing against the window panes, thunder sounds as she lets out a cry...
he can feel his seed boil inside of him.
sparks fly manifest as they beat the cold of the night...

she moves closer teasingly...cutting short his imagination.
she rests one leg on the arm rest with the other on the ground,
she pulls him face to face with her pearl...
fully exposed chocolate thighs gently caress his cheeks...the scent of sweet smelling nectar wets his tongue..,
he is throbbing hard, the animal in him enticed to break loose...he's hypnotized.
he cannot hold back no more, there's no turning back...
...this is surely it

spice.erotics 2010

alpha love [she got her own] | spice

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alpha love [she got her own] | spice
by Spice's Poetry on Sunday, June 6, 2010 at 8:41pm
she got her own; lot'sa hearts she's won,
a fact you can't settle upon; alot she owns...
you're alone.,you can't keep on...man she got it all,
and so son you're strugglin',
her crowd you can't mingle in,
you got nothing that your name is in.
and you look around, you got no one to blame..,
ju huyu dame, hakusikizi if you ain't upped your game.
she's educated,
to her,everything money made it,
..possible..
her purse's able!
and it kills you,
cause to every man's view,
she's beautiful.. ..and you're insecure.
see son you're trippin,
her love you find hard to believe in,
how about you zoom in; find her heart
get to look in; kill your hurt
let her strength be your motivation,
expand your length and let her be your inspiration,
and don't hate,
but let fate,
prove her love ain't fake

spice.classics 2009

my shine

my deepest fear is not that i am inadequate,
My deepest fear is that,
my success opportunities are beyond measure.

It is the light,not the darkness...
that most frightens me.
at times i wonder,
who am i..?
that i should be brilliant, good looking, talented,
fabulous..
with the spotlight on me and darkness all around,
who am i not to be all that?

playing small does not serve the notion humility,
humility in sacrifice of belief is no enlightenment,
shrinking so as to guard people's insecurities around you...
we all meant to shine like stars,
hence i won't dim mine to let yours shine,
let us both shine bright for each other...
it is not just for me...or you,
it is for everyone.

as you let your own little light shine,
unconsciously you give other people a platform,
a chance to do the same.
let's light up the skies,
for they are the limits to our successes
as we are liberated from our own fears,
out determination's presence automatically liberates others.

spice.adaptations 2010

adapted from A Return To Love 'a course in miracles' by marianne williamson 1992

wait a second, could be an eternity | spice

It's to be his first day in campus, A-Alex can't wait to get off the mini-bus, going into his 1st class;
It's on the 2nd of September, C-Cherry is to head into the chamber to pass the bar..dressed in amber;
C-Charles is the 3rd born, he sat next to Cherry as the mini-bus left for town, he works to feed 3 of his siblings;
I-Irene works with a modelling agency, all glamour and fancy...she came out top 4 in the beauty pageant;
D-Danvo works as a driver, this is the 5th trip so far, he saves enough to take educational classes farther;
E-Edu and Danvo have worked together 6years, they're the best of friends in these nasty roads;
N-Naomi is just in 7th grade..her mom helped her board the bus for school and will pick her up in the evening as usual;
T-Tabitha, is about to deliver her first born 9months after, second time she's trying;

S-Steven is just visiting the country from Sweden, he decided to use the public transport this fateful day...into death's den..he's passenger number 10.

the journey is commenced, cell phones ringing...music blaring,


Anita is the last born,
she sells vegetables in the market to feed her grandmother with a problematic ack-bone.
She drops some oranges as she hurriedly crosses the road into the market.

Swaleh calls his long haul lorry the 'GRIM RIPPER' ...with scary shark teeth on the wind-screen.

Danvo sees a little girl dressed in tartered clothes, she steps back to pick some fallen oranges...

Swaleh hurries for the next check point for a night long journey's rest...

Danvo swerves to avoid the little girl, swerves back again as all passengers scream the 'GRIM RIPPER'
Anita picked her last orange, the last thing she ever did.....


Swaleh swerved into Danvos lane in the opposite direction, avoiding Danvos first swerve.

...as all horror movies, it was all dark for everyone
...explosions, cries, wreckage..then silence.

a few metres away,
a wind-screen lay cracked on the road,

with writings that seemed as though they were written on the road..
'GRIM RIPPER'


spice.revelations 2010

Prodigal Lovers | spice

i'm not a believer of second chances; but this appeals as the second glances,
i've turned believer of mistakes existence; persistance..turns ore into diamond, a fine substance,
time is of the essence; we can go the distance.

i miss you...so much
i want you...so bad
i love you...so much
i need you...so bad

it's become a complex maze, why bother?
what's keeping us from being US, from being together?

you fire me up, then extinguish me out...
i lift you high up, then drop you down...
you light me up again...keep me burning
i pick you up again...send you high up soaring

thine heart is destined for mine love,
mine heart harbours thine love,
we're pulling history on chains,
it's stuck on us like permanent stains,
mulling over an inglorious past tale,
pluck off that page, let's live the glorious tale.

tell me that you still believe,
and i'll tell you there's still more we can give.
i'mma be the true definition of love to you; you will be like an angel to me,
let true love take humanly form in me;
and heaven shall take humanly form in you...

boomerang gaze | spice

what glues my eyes to you?
is it the purple scarf,
that intricately folds round your neck,
gently falling over your cleavage,
elegantly covering your bare shoulders;

is it the orange blouse,
on a sunny day without a single cloud,
complementing the shine of the golden round earings;

or is it the blue jeans,
that maps your curves,
as your legs cross at the thighs,
as it accentuates your great piece of ass,
causing a melee in traffic as it turns eyes;

it all comes down to one thing,
dressed in white, beaming as an angel...
great smile, glossy supple lips,
lovely and longing eyes,
simple braided dark hair,
to forever hold me in your gaze...

a once commenced narration,
a story begun,
a story told,
a story being told,,,
an end..
un-anticipated end,
forever..
is a destination,
i'll be there,
waiting..
till i hold you in my gaze.

spice.scripts 2010

...feeling that surpasses all beauty but in place creates it | spice

love keeps eluding me like the silver unicorn
the marvelous jewel Eros awards lonely hearts cultivates envy within me
the feeling that surpasses all beauty but instead creates it
indescribable
a longing that would embarrass a virgin's
just when i think i'm hit, cupid pulls away the arrow...
...and leaves me with the painful wound.
a yearning Romeo couldn't match harbors my resounding heart
once had it, but let it slip through me as fine dust
thought i'd find more of it out there in the desert wind
now i've been searching for love like a tear drop in the open sea
diversions pose as illusions,
incomparable regrets shower me...
in come parables,'never let go of a good one'
no more solitude exists in expression lingo,
but a mockery of a lone heart finding it's way to restoration

spice.classics 2009

un-commissioned hurt | spice

what is it about love that turns a person into a fool?
that would make a humble being be so cruel,
no emotions after a heartbreak, despise burns up as hot fuel,
all get served the epidemic like it's a universal good.

fools appear loomed into manipulation, use and abuse,
cruelty is instigated on them, a love they willingly had to choose,
fueling up more hatred that will ultimately lead to a burnt out fuse,
rules were never laid down, to play out emotions to a truce.

abuse rules unmerited companionships founded on lust,
choosing the love masked with eros, hard to build on trust,
fuse two un-matched hearts..and no sparks of union will combust,
truce, par, evenly matched...will be terms rare as cosmic dust.

what is it about love that has us immersed in this pain?
that would still have me glued to you like a regular shot of cocaine?
no hope to celebrate the future, it all seems to be in vain,
all seems destined, in a different domain...i'll find love again.

spice.reflections 2010

double shot [friend and more] | spice

do you think of me often,
feel like it's a pull into an emotional den?
do you sometimes miss me,
in ways more than you think it should be?
this one fact i've come to gather,
be it what we talk about when we're together..,
be it i'm beat up and feeling blue..,
it matters less when i'm here talking to you.
you've awakened emotions that were long hidden,
jerking my heartbeat feeling alive in myself again.
my restrained feelings always becoming manifest in your presence,
as gold shines manifestly bright in the sun's rays' essence.
my fingers tremble as they feel your lips on this screen/paper,
i long for one sweet kiss, to quench my burning thirst forever.
friend, answer me this one question,
are you crazy enough for this kinda affection?
let us run ahead of time,
and let fate play catch-up to our sponteinty,
at the end of it all,
you still remain to be my deepest desire

spice.revelations 2010

blue moon | spice

cute blush,
instant crush,
blood rush;
her knees get weak.

admiring stare,
beautiful hair,
sexy wear;
his perfect kinda chic.

he waves; she caves
she smiles; attraction piles

swallows his pride,
takes a stride,
now by her side,
the anxiety he can't hide.

she can't block his charm,
warning bells sound the alarm,
but she sees no harm,
and kindly takes to his arm.

lingering stolen kiss,
no she can't miss this,
this he can't dismiss...

this ain't right,
this they cannot fight,
it'll only be one night,
so let the fireworks ignite,
and senses excite,
we only got tonight.

spice.scripts 2010