On this lonely road
I let my thoughts to fly
with this calm wind
and my warm tears drip fast,
Too fast as my moyo is yet calm...


This burden I have carried
For so long,
Now all I need is to be free,
To see sunny days with whole
its brightness,
Its calmness.


The path is still muddy
And wind still blows,
Playing this symphony for the
Lame's ones,
For the ones whose voices no one hears.


I was born to be the queen
Of sorrow,
To hate the ones who are like me,
To lament infinitely
With this loneliness and questions
That grieve my tormented soul.


My days,
Filled with the same uchungu, chungu past
Enter deep into my mind,
Screaming and sobbing
In this dark room inside my brain
Where only God sees
the storm and mud and weeds of
My darkened thoughts.


I fear to travel there,
Inside my darkness and woe,
I fear to go back there,
I'd rather find some shell to
Run away,
Run away from myself.

I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my kuki, vidakuzi and my keki will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.

wewe have never seen a danish au a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
wewe can chew on them till doomsday, wewe can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.

wewe can whack them with a hammer, wewe can hit them with a stick.
wewe can stab them with a dagger, wewe can beat them with a brick.
wewe can drop them from an airplane, wewe can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.

I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage wewe to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" au "water," I use Crazy Glue.

Peter passed a note today.
He gave the note to Anna.
She opened it and read it,
then she passed it on to Hannah.

The note made Hannah giggle
so she handed it to Cody,
who read it with a smile before
he slid the note to Brody.

Then Brody read the contents
and he gave it to Luann,
who opened it and chuckled
and directed it to Dan.

He read it with a snicker,
then he tossed the note to Jon
who couldn't help but chortle
as he passed it on to Sean.

The teacher heard us laughing
and she saw what Sean was holding.
She walked across the room
and took the note he was unfolding.

We thought we'd get in trouble,
but she gave it back to Sean
and smiled because it read,
"The teacher's awesome. Pass it on."

If only they could come to see,
au they could realize.
That all the mixed-up crazy things
Are why she hides her eyes.
She's holding back the sadness,
But her face gives her away.
She takes no time to express it
Because she doesn't want to say.
Her moyo sinks like the setting sun,
Sadness has pushed her down.
The ones that know her all believe
That she can turn around.
But none of them can understand
Just what goes on inside.
Rain and tears and storms thrash on;
It's why she always cries.
She hurts too much to look beyond
The sadness in her mind.
So one can only hope for her,
That happiness she will find.
If only they could come to see,
au they could realize.
All these things they're looking past;
They're why she hides her eyes.

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from wewe now,
Thus much let me avow
wewe are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, au in a day,
In a vision, au in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see au seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see au seem
But a dream within a dream ?

One of my inayopendelewa poems of all time & perhaps someone would like to add zaidi Byron au make commentaries...

She Walks in Beauty 1814

"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy siku denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
au softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A moyo whose upendo is innocent!"

She's different, an outcast
of society, she won't last.
But no matter what, she isn't alone
for at nyumbani she has a friend of her own.
He's a special one, no doubt about it
who loves her, her every bit.
To the point of, following her
like a shadow, bound forever.

Together, they live in the lost
away from reality, a world she has tossed.
Playing, sleeping, a wondering shadow
Innocence, deceit, away from the know.
She's trapped in silence, kwa her friend
waiting for a savior, before the end.
With no strength, she has chosen to retreat
Dwelling, lingering, in her choice of defeat.

Don’t run.

Don’t give up when it gets hard.
Don’t lower your chin.
Don’t think you’re not strong enough.

I believe wewe won’t run.

I believe wewe won’t give up when it gets hard.
I believe wewe won’t lower your chin.
I believe you’re strong enough.

I know wewe won’t run

I know wewe won’t give up when it gets hard.
I know wewe won’t lower your chin.
I know you’re strong enough.


(As I read this over it kind of seems like a mother talking to her son/daughter as they grow from 'don't do this' to 'I belive in you' to 'I know wewe can do this'.)

I live in a world
So far from home
Forever silenced
And sentenced to roam
The shackles are locked
And the collar, alama is tight
But nobody hears me
I'm too weak to fight
The stars that once twinkled
Are now dark in the night
And the moon that once shone
No longer gives light
On each sparse tree
No leaf is stirred
And the owls that once played
Can no longer be heard
Far in the distance I can see
A glimpse of weak light
That teases me
I watch it grow then fade away
Like a slippery fish
That just can't stay
And as I try to struggle free
The chains resist
And strangle me
As I fall back I clearly see
That a single bird
Flies over me
It stops to perch
Upon a stone
And opens its beak
In a sorrowful moan
A sweet sparrow
With no where to go
It Lost its path
And became a crow.

Here I Stand Besides you
Don't wewe Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
wewe filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
wewe MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????

Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..

Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things wewe Make

wewe hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...

wewe Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with wewe Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In upendo With wewe

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.