we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
au between this time
and last time.
30 sekunde in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
au practicing that new
dance songesha which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the inayofuata big thing,
although that makes a different
songesha new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
au between this time
and last time.
30 sekunde in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
au practicing that new
dance songesha which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the inayofuata big thing,
although that makes a different
songesha new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
Here is another poem. It is a bit dark but the truth is always darker than it seems.
Isolated,
I am isolated,
I isolate myself from the people who might care about me...
Watching,
They watch me but are blind,
Blind to the emotions that are always rinning through my mind while they just stare...
Broken,
My moyo is broken,
The cracks run deep and I know will never be filled...
Unseen,
I feel unseen,
Unseen kwa the ones who walk the halls and just look right through me...
Tears,
They never want to stop,
The tears stream down my face until the burn my cheeks...
Darkness,
I am Lost in a sea of black,
The waves crash around me and threaten to kumeza me forever
Isolated,
I am isolated,
I isolate myself from the people who might care about me...
Watching,
They watch me but are blind,
Blind to the emotions that are always rinning through my mind while they just stare...
Broken,
My moyo is broken,
The cracks run deep and I know will never be filled...
Unseen,
I feel unseen,
Unseen kwa the ones who walk the halls and just look right through me...
Tears,
They never want to stop,
The tears stream down my face until the burn my cheeks...
Darkness,
I am Lost in a sea of black,
The waves crash around me and threaten to kumeza me forever
There are times when our loss makes us to feel happy
When in a problem one small support makes us to feel lucky
Times when we are crying one word makes us to laugh
Even if moyo is all ours they live in half
Making fun even if we don’t like is their habit
On our single smile in sadness they jump and run like rabbit
Don’t recall the past, don’t worry about future
They teach us like experienced tutor
They are my dearest friends
Who live with me with upendo that never ends
No end, everyday is a new start
There is no way we can be apart
When in a problem one small support makes us to feel lucky
Times when we are crying one word makes us to laugh
Even if moyo is all ours they live in half
Making fun even if we don’t like is their habit
On our single smile in sadness they jump and run like rabbit
Don’t recall the past, don’t worry about future
They teach us like experienced tutor
They are my dearest friends
Who live with me with upendo that never ends
No end, everyday is a new start
There is no way we can be apart
Dedicated to a friend of mine, may he and his family and everyone who knew him know that he now is with God
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Only knew wewe for a few years
Cause of Dad's new job
wewe always were my favorite
One of them to talk to
wewe always smiled
And never thought a bad thing
Even when your son was messing up
wewe just laughed and helped him
And always forgave
No one knew wewe would leave us
On that cold winter day
Now i cant rember your name without crying
We never were close
Yet we had so much in common
No one needed to know us
wewe and I were fine
I knew it wasnt a cold
It was always something more
wewe ignored it all
And went on with your life
I wanted to say something
And i never alisema goodbye
I wish i could of alisema goodbye
For wewe are here
No more
__________________________________________________
In memory of a friend who didnt deserve to die, we all miss wewe and wewe will never be forgotten
____________________________________________________
Only knew wewe for a few years
Cause of Dad's new job
wewe always were my favorite
One of them to talk to
wewe always smiled
And never thought a bad thing
Even when your son was messing up
wewe just laughed and helped him
And always forgave
No one knew wewe would leave us
On that cold winter day
Now i cant rember your name without crying
We never were close
Yet we had so much in common
No one needed to know us
wewe and I were fine
I knew it wasnt a cold
It was always something more
wewe ignored it all
And went on with your life
I wanted to say something
And i never alisema goodbye
I wish i could of alisema goodbye
For wewe are here
No more
__________________________________________________
In memory of a friend who didnt deserve to die, we all miss wewe and wewe will never be forgotten
When I talk to my Marafiki I pretend I am standing on the wings
of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.
au if I am falling to earth weighing less
than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up
with their lovers and are carrying chakula to my house.
When I open the mailbox I hear their voices
like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle
passing through the tall grasses and ferns
after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.
I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away
from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them.
—Jason Shinder
of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.
au if I am falling to earth weighing less
than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up
with their lovers and are carrying chakula to my house.
When I open the mailbox I hear their voices
like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle
passing through the tall grasses and ferns
after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.
I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away
from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them.
—Jason Shinder
I am mysterious yet sweet
I wonder what the future brings
I hear Mbwa mwitu loups imba to the moon
I see diamonds swimming in a black sea above me as I lay in the grass.
I want people to understand me completely
I am bila mpangilio yet shy
I pretend I am always going on new adventures
I feel misunderstood
I touch shards of my past, remembering them
I worry that I won't find someone who can view things the way I do
I am courageous yet cunning
I cry because the blames fall on me
I understand people's problems
I say witty things that persuade people
I dream of an absolution & life of adventure
I try to fit in but it's just so boring
I hope to travel around the world making zaidi Marafiki along the way.
I am all that I am, I am all of me
I wonder what the future brings
I hear Mbwa mwitu loups imba to the moon
I see diamonds swimming in a black sea above me as I lay in the grass.
I want people to understand me completely
I am bila mpangilio yet shy
I pretend I am always going on new adventures
I feel misunderstood
I touch shards of my past, remembering them
I worry that I won't find someone who can view things the way I do
I am courageous yet cunning
I cry because the blames fall on me
I understand people's problems
I say witty things that persuade people
I dream of an absolution & life of adventure
I try to fit in but it's just so boring
I hope to travel around the world making zaidi Marafiki along the way.
I am all that I am, I am all of me
Good and evil
upendo and hate
The balances of life
Makes everything flow just right
Until misery takes control of your world...
Misery is a parasite
Feeds off other's to become stronger
It hunts for those who are happy
Only to bite and infect them
With it's disease
It penetrates deep into your mind
Death and despair flood the thoughts
The virus spreads further...to your soul
wewe are sick with misery
Contagious
wewe don't want to infect
Forced into isolation
A weak body and a weak mind
There is no cure for wewe to find
Until the siku comes when an antidote called Love
Finds it's way inside
And kills the virus
But cures are hard to find
Like any upendo is...
to see, feel, hear, touch and taste
your eyes, your lips, your hands
wewe are everywhere
a touch, soft and tender
a whisper, full of desire
a gasp of sweet surrender
as passion fuels the fire
and though we still have far to go
that's alright, we'll take it slow
and though the days are often long
with wewe here I can be strong
there's no time in life to judge
only time enough for love
so as another night slips by
let’s dance beneath the sky
in our secret garden
upendo took power over our will
progressively, gently, tenderly, lover to lover
love, you’re all I ever needed
and I want wewe now. now being forever.
this is my eternal vow.
A silver glint in your eyes; heartbeats clean.
A simple chord enrages me; warm smiles.
The melody plays slow; performed quite keen.
I stop midway, but memory redials.
The octave jumps to brilliance; intense.
They upendo attention and thought; quarter notes.
Continuous trills and glissandos; dense.
Already chosen hum no other votes.
To accidentals for wit; humor dark.
Yet, the zaidi necessary; balance sweet.
Some kindness with speed; held out at the hark.
Released the pedal to kill the soft beat.
All are strong to my heart’s will; every song.
The echoes beneath that for which I long.
A simple chord enrages me; warm smiles.
The melody plays slow; performed quite keen.
I stop midway, but memory redials.
The octave jumps to brilliance; intense.
They upendo attention and thought; quarter notes.
Continuous trills and glissandos; dense.
Already chosen hum no other votes.
To accidentals for wit; humor dark.
Yet, the zaidi necessary; balance sweet.
Some kindness with speed; held out at the hark.
Released the pedal to kill the soft beat.
All are strong to my heart’s will; every song.
The echoes beneath that for which I long.
through the thorns to the stars
The only one who doesn't know happiness
is the one who couldn't understand its call
I am Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer...
Stand alone... Where was life when it had a meaning...
Stand alone... Nothing's real anymore and...
...Endless run...
While I'm alive, I can try not to fall while flying,
Not to forget how to dream... how to love
...Endless run...
Calling Calling, For the place of knowing
There's zaidi that what can be linked
Calling Calling, Never will I look away
For what life has left for me
Yearning Yearning, for what's left of loving
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer...
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer.......
