* Tick tick tick tick tick*

That sound...where have I heard it before?

* Tick tick tick tick tick*

That sound.....it sounds so fimliar...where have I heard it before?

My moyo stops as I remember......

That the sound of my memories fading into nothing...but vague dreams.

Vague dreams that I do not want to remember....but have to...or everything will stop.

*Tick tick tick tick*

How much time left...until it all disappears?....

* tick....tick...tick...*

Ah, there it goes...the memories I had of you...of them.

They are starting to leave ...to fade.

*Tick.*

Haha, there....it's done.


*Click*

Remember Forever....nothing ever really disappears ....

I will never involve myself
in any-thing that isn't estranged
from me being inside your moyo
and soul that wewe expose only
to me.

As wewe find an impylse to
any-kind of reason that will
imply me being amazed by
what wewe do with your life as
it comes to you.

inside your moyo and
your soul, lies a man
that cannot stand on
his own two feet alone,
as he looks for ways to
escape the terrifying
out-look on the life that
he wants and needs to
leave out now.

But wewe carry the weight
of upendo on your shoulders
as wewe give away your delayed
response to the maswali that
seem to be playing around inside
your mind as of right now.

Their body, glistening in the moonlight
Their hooves going
"Clippity clop, clippity clop"
Running faster than the wind
Its mane flowing in the air
Around and around the track it goes
Not stopping
Faster and faster the moyo is pumping
Heaving, breath after breath
One hoof goes over the other
Nostrils flaring
Its green eyes lighting up
The bit squeezes the jaw
The whip thundering down onto the horse
Crossing the finish line
Being rewarded with glory
And back into it's lonely stable it goes

Your words trasform me
And kuoga upon me like a water fall
Your touch so calm as the sea
Makes me come alive
Only to be turned off when wewe leave
The thought of wewe helps me to survive
I stare at wewe from affar
Waiting for wewe to notice me
My upendo for wewe slowly burning out like a nyota
And finnaly dying out
With no feelings left at all

Why do I feel this way
Like I want to scream
Like my mouths on mute and I have nothing to say
Do I need wewe to be my cruch
When I'm hurt
Do I rely on wewe depend on wewe and such
And why do I dream of wewe every night
And think of wewe everyday
Even though your out of my eyesight

upendo is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this siku draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes mduara, duara moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that upendo would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Life
What if Life Happens
Life dose happen
What if i Cant Take it
ill Take it
What if.....,
wewe say ur nothing
i know ur Everything
Cover ur moyo With my Soul
I Hate u
Hatred
Sarrow
pain
Love
You
Forevever
Tonite stay with me
Close ur Eyes And Let the Heavans dream
Tomorrow upendo me say my name
Your Voice like Angels
Everything
u are
Nothin
i am
upendo
We are
Compadable
never leave me
I Never Hurt
Sorrow
Despair
Pain
Anxiaty
Never
you
Never
Me
Come to me i will upendo wewe in a world That has Forgotton
I Rember
I Rember ur Name Frome the first time we met
I Rember
Sadness Tell me You
wewe Cant Tell a Sad Story To moyo Thats Been Torn
wewe Can Tell me cuz my Torn moyo Just Morns
Groken peises Falling Down
We Are
I am
Coming to an End
Hatred
Me
upendo
You
Never Fix me
Never upendo Me
never HURT me

There are times
when I feel your presence
at my side

There are times
when I hear wewe say
it will be alright

There are times
when I see
your face in a crowd
and I turn around

There are times
when I miss you
and my moyo begins to ache
and I smile through the pain

But then there are times
when I realize
this is just the way
it has to be
there’s no wewe and me
This poems (not written kwa me) are dedicared to my best Marafiki who I missed very badly.

There are times when
I feel strong
and I know that I
can finally songesha on

There are times when
my mind is at ease
and I can enjoy life
and all it can bring

There are times when
I miss you
and times when I’m okay
it’s getting better everyday

No matter how much time
there is in this life
I’ll think of you
from time to time
and remember wewe with a smile.

In this night
composed of beads sprinkled
of the memories and remembrance of
the days that sill live in the hearts of sorrow.


In this night
I tafuta for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...


Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.


In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past has been stopped
kwa this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.


Make my demons go away,
I know,you're the only one,
the only one who can stop the pain.


Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried kwa the thoughts of darkness and grief.


But this night belongs to magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads and I will be free,
fear won't find me,
the night will forgive me.

In the silence of
your thoughts
wewe hear the wind of
past.


Wind of memories,
wind that whispers
the most powerful words
that are locked inside your heart.


In the silence of
your words,
wewe feel the strength
of the things that have never
been revealed,
the unspoken words that
are hidden in your heart.


In the silence of
your dark
wewe see these memories
that are never going to fade.


In the silence of
your heart
wewe hear the calling,
wewe hear the whisper of
the wind which is sent
kwa the dearest one,
the one that has a special
place in your heart.


That's the silence
of your heart.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the onyesha to me had brought:

For oft, when on my kitanda I lie
In vacant au in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my moyo with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

this is my favourite upendo poem, please read, it's beautiful ...
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Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things kwa a law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister maua, ua would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?


Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1803-1882)

My name is hurt,
I make u feel bad,
I was created by
Someone u know.

I make u feel very bad,
I'm an emotion
U can't c me,
Because I'm inside u.

I make u feel sad,
I make u cry
About the stupidest things
And I give u the tears in ur eyes.

Someone created me
kwa something they did,
Then they put me inside u
2 haunt u forever.

I haunt u every day,
I'm like an itch u can't scratch,
U think of me,
Beautifully bad I am.

I may b
Young au very old,
I won't dissappear,
U have 2 deside when I should die.

I'm really bad,
No good inside,
Though people always say
I learnt something.

I don't help a lot
Mostly I destroy u
From the inside out,
I'm not easy 2 stop.

I create the bad times u have,
I make the desitions,
I'm bad
And my name is hurt.

Tears rolling down my cheek,
eyes red fighting to breathe.
Alone in a room,
dark and sound.
In despair for a long time.
Something wewe can't escape,
some unbearable
Words seem to slip,
body feels so weak
Windows down, curtains closed
Alone
Dark thoughts race
Memories fly
In despair for a long time
Again
Eyes closed
Skin cold, ready to walk away
Have the freedom to make choices
Forget despair
Ignore everyone who ignores you
It hurts to think
about despair
Complications, frustrations,
leave them behind.

Your here kwa my side!
Although both trapped and tied.
both confused.
used.
abused.
Your laying with me,
out in the dark,
Stars still blinding
sirens still chiming.
At least we are together
but why can't wewe see
why your really here
right beside me.
your adding to the problem
but yet wewe heal.
your like a drug
that makes me feel
like the pain is gone.
I need you
want wewe
upendo wewe
A word to strong
for wewe to bare
so wewe act if
wewe don't even care.
But deep inside
Inside your heart
wewe know I was yours
right from the start.
Although the pain that is causes
to have to wait
for wewe to realize
your certain fate.
It's well worth it
in the end
when your spending eternity with me
hand in hand

now standing on last siku of mwaka
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
siku kwa siku we got used to
night kwa night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
inayofuata time we'll say
"damn our moyo still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer makala :P