This poems (not written kwa me) are dedicared to my best Marafiki who I missed very badly.

we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was forever.

when I was in danger
wewe knew how to ease my fear,
wewe were always there to be my savior.

at first we were strangers,
until we became closer,
and now we are together.

but time flows like a river.
it became complicated and faster,
until we realized that we're older.

and that is what is keeping us apart,
I was here,
and wewe were there.

but I know we still care,
but our friendship slowly fades in the air,
how can it be so unfair?.

can "our past" be also called "our future?"
because I don't want to surrender
the memories we've shared together.

Source: Used To Be Close Friends, Apart, Missing wewe Poem about Marafiki link
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com

Wicked Sins flourish on our bodies
Lust blooms on our bodies
Wrath rages on our hands
Vanity overpowers our beauty
Gluttony feeds our devouring mouth
Envy controls our needs
Sloth makes our eternal soul the need to do nothing

The deadly sins come to corrupt one's soul
And be spreaded like a disease on one's life
Hell's 7 Princes will unleash their sins on you
Asmodeus's libido is unable to bre stopped
Beelzebub's never ending gluttony devous all in his way
Leviathan's uchungu, chungu envy looms over himself
Satan's fierce wrath unleashes the flames of hell
Mammon's greedy needs brings all the riches to him
Lucifer's vanity lingers over the vain
Belphegor's laziness is all around to stop our hard working selves

Lucifer,Superbia,Peacock
Satan,Ira,Lion
Belphegor,Acedia,Snail
Mammon,Avaritia,Toad
Leviathan,Invidia,Snake
Asmodeus,Luxuria,Goat
Beelzebub,Gula,Pig

My book ripoti is due today.
I haven't finished yet.
In fact, I haven't started,
which I'm coming to regret.

I haven't even read the book.
I put it off so long.
I thought I'd have a lot of time.
It looks like I was wrong.

I'd ask my older brother
what this book is all about,
but he's already left for school
and cannot help me out.

I'd hustle to the movie store
and rent the DVD,
but I don't even have the time
to watch it on TV.

I guess I'll have to fake it
and pretend I read the book.
Then write a bunch of nonsense
and assorted gobbledygook.

It's either that, au do the thing
my conscience knows is right:
I'll claim I'm sick and stay at home
and finish it tonight.

With long sobs
the violin-throbs
of autumn wound
my moyo with languorous
and montonous
sound.

Choking and pale
When I mind the tale
the hours keep,
my memory strays
down other days
and I weep;

and I let me go
where ill winds blow
now here, now there,
harried and sped,
even as a dead
leaf, anywhere.

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CHANSON D'AUTOMNE

Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l'automne
Blessent mon cœur
D'une langueur
Monotone.

Tout suffocant
Et blême, quand
Sonne l'heure.
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens,
Et je pleure.

Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Qui m'emporte
De çà, de là,
Pareil à la
Feuille morte.

They say I need to forget him

Forget his face
Forget his kiss
Forger his name
Forget the upendo that I once knew
Forget how close we once were
Forget how I memorized his walk
Forget how he used to talk

But how can I??
How can I forget him
I loved him....
I still do

But I remember he's with someone knew
I remember he had chosen her
I remember when I cried all night
I remember he's gone
I remember that he's probably
with her tonight in her arms
I remember he's gone......
Forever

Forever.......