This is how it was meant
to be, I assume.


wewe and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.


Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.


I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.


wewe and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.


That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though wewe let me not.
wewe won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
wewe won't let me
feel the sadness.


I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want wewe to be
touched kwa the breeze
I'm sending,
so wewe could feel me,
so wewe could feel me.


wewe and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
kwa the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.

The Yule Forest



A time of darkness & death
Nature will blow it's frigid breath
As the Mighty Oak trees shed their last leaves
While the wanyama burrow beneath
As the Earth Weeps

High in the endless black sky
The cold full moon shines
It's phantom rays
Through the forest of skeletons
Brittle arms shiver to the sound
of the Wolf's howl
The Guardian

A horned shadow in the trees
Gives it's watchful stare
Her wings with a silent scream as a
Doomed panya, kipanya meets it's fate

Beams of light shoot through the valley
Giving rare warmth in it's touch
The Golden ball of life has arrived
But Death holds it's icy grip
For it is his time of Rule

true Marafiki are hard to come by...
yet when wewe catch them wewe feel like wewe can fly...
wewe trust them,
upendo them,
and talk of future...
wewe know that they will never lie...
and inayofuata to them wewe stand side kwa side...
wewe upendo them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when wewe know your important...
that wewe know wewe have some one to comfort you...
wewe hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Marafiki are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.

One night I dreamed I was wlking along the beach, pwani with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow au defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I alisema to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, wewe would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed wewe most, wewe have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when wewe have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.


I hope wewe guys liked this poem kwa Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)

-Maiza

your mood is like a thunderstorm,
it causes pain, but it seems so warm,
the destruction wewe cause fills your life with flaws,
it doesn't seem right for wewe to loose this fight,
wewe deserve much zaidi after the fragile moyo i tore,
the tornado is coming, preceded kwa the humming,
the humming of sorrow,
as wewe fear to face tomorrow,
your life is filled with dread,
and on the inside wewe are dead,
wewe have held the anger inside,
the tornados coming we need to hide,
your rage breaks out from under,
like the rubble of the thunder,
it carries on through the night,
this lightning keeps flashing so bright,
through the flash i see wewe are crying,
the sekunde flash shows the dying,
has the world around us colasped,
au is this just a relap,
but now the storm has come to a stop,
perserverance came out on top,
wewe stayed alive despite the pain,
but i fear the loss out-weighted the gain.

I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations au my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical maarufu girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I upendo to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I upendo that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.

ALONE

From childhood's saa I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same chanzo I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My moyo to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, au the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the wingu that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.