Waliniambia

Waliniambia vile nakupenda ni crime,
..juu I tried killing you with my vibe,
and eventually ukanikufia...

Waliniambia vile nakupenda ni child abuse,
juu nakujali sana kama mtoto mchanga,
Kukuspoil na vitu tamu,
Na kila saa kukuita bby, bby..

Waliniambia hii love yetu ni inapromote tribalism..
..coz vile sisi huongea wao hushindwa kuelewa..
sisi tukosober but wao wanalewa,
Anytime tukopamoja wao hudhani tunawasengenya,
Coz we are ever happy..

Waliniambia kupendana kwetu inafanya masomo ikue nothing..
juu reaction yetu ni strong,
,kwa solution yetu, wewe ni solvent mimi ni solute,
,,na chemistry yetu plus biology,
Inafanya tucount days to our new born..
And the rest ni history..
,juu God has a planned future for us.

Waliniambia kukupenda nkama kujipeleka mathare,
,coz you drive me crazy,
..ati mimi ni wazimu, juu unanichanganya akili,
ati nina kichaa coz all I talk about is you..

Waliniambia ati hii love yetu nikama weather focus, 
Juu nlisema I love you to the moon and back,
Na ati waliskia ukisema nilikupeleka cloud nine,
..plus nilisema your eyes twinkle as a star,
Usiku na ati juu nlisema your irreplaceable kama jua...
,coz you light up my day si unajua.

Waliniambia I should let you Bee,
ati juu iliniacha itakuwa painful than sting,
But hawajui wewe ni zaidi ya asali..
,na hive yako iko kwa mti yangu,
Na pia you are my honey..

Waliniambia unanipenda sanaa,
nkawashow mimi pia,
Juu wewe ndo inspiration,
na creativity yangu kwa hii sanaa..
..example...
"Me huandika andika mistari,
juu ameshuka lines kwa kichwa"
"Nkiandika 1-10, me hufikwa kwa 8 namchora,
juu anafigure"... hehee

Waliniambia vitu mob,
..nkaona kuandika hii itakuwa justice,
Kwao,
hatutawarushua mawe juu wanapenda kustone,
Hatuta wachoma juu daily wako maji,
,plus bado tuki nyao nywele bado watachana...
So tunyamaze, wazidi kuongea..
Words zetu ziweza kuwaombea...
...Amen..?? Hehee..
"Brathe tuachie za macho.."
..mwishoe, ivo ndo waliniambia..

                          ⓒ2016

Locked In

Words can never explain the exert situation,
...in ones life,
and smiles do deceive the real perception,
...of ones life,
cause sorrow and poignancy has taken the greater position,
...in his/her life.
But the tend to cut into happiness,
,with the opposite side of a knife,
in order to fit in,
and after all the are left out in life,
,but locked in, in themselves..
cause everyday they wear a happy body smiling,
but the soul inside is agonized and tearlessly crying..
..and the always say am fine,
whenever you ask them how they are,
its like being in a jail cell,
..and you say the you feel at home,
But in real sense you know you are in the west,
if not the east.
one get to be locked in, in self disguise,
..and locked out by self despise,
Some times swept away with the pain in hearts,
and carried away by the feeling cause it hurts,
...to be locked in, in ones self,
and also locked out by the same self...
isolating yourself..
..and at the same time,
embracing yourself..
..by faking time,
with other peoples watches,
Because theirs are either tikking before tokking,
,or the battery is suicided..
..or even may be, they wish,
that it would tik anticlockwise,
,because tok makes them "wise"..
But I guess you have ever been locked out,
...or may be not,
But I know you can tell how it feels,..
,in other thoughts,
Try thing how it feels,
...when you are locked in,
mainly by yourself..!!!

                        ⓒ2016

With Love, She Was

She was a brailed poem,
..that I had to touch in words,
,in order to heal her wounds,
and occupy her void..
..with love..

She was a deaf poem,
..that I had to action my words,
In order to reach her hurt,
And rich her heart..
..with love..

She was cripple poem,
...that I had to bring together my broken words,
so as to, seal her hole,
And make whole, again..
..with love..

She was a wheel chaired poem,
,so I had to push my word,
..into her world,
In order to reach my destination,
..with love..

She was a limping poem,
..that I filled the step that she jumped,
,with my words..
so as to fill the gap,
..that kept us apart,
...with love...

She was a bed Leiden poem,
..that I read to my words,
words not of a lullaby,
,but then she passed by,
..and on my arms she fell..
,she fell for me..
...with love ..

She was a poem,
,that I read only ABC..
..but I understood to XYZ,
in between, words in numbers,
..1 .. 4 .. 3 ... example.. I love you,
,,she slept .. 4 .. 4 ..
..with love..

                          ⓒ2016

She Loves Me

Inside the shower,
..drops of water,
dropping way loser,
to each other,
..on my head..
giving me the comfort,
of thinking, debating, reasoning,
..between this two thoughts,
thoughts of; she loves me,,
,,she loves me not..
And after an hour in the shower,
fifty minutes of thinking
..and ten minutes of bathing,
I ended up on my bed,
still in my towel..
..with a beautiful rose flower,
On my hand, that was for her,
but my fingers controlled by,
..my corrupt thoughts,
was in a motion of plucking,
,a petal to another ..
..with a my mental voices saying,
She loves me .. she loves me not..
Respectively..
,with no rush, time was my was by my side,
Till I go to the last petal..
..and my phone beeped,
....massage from her..
.."hello charming, I miss you,
I will be there in the afternoon,
,see you, I love you,,,"
and I plucked the last petal,
..with my own voice,
.my lips opened to say..
..She loves me..

                      ⓒ2016

LOVE

Its not stored in my toys yard,
..nor will you find on the tables,
chairs or on the floor misplaced,
No, because it is store in my heart.
You wont find me playing with it...
..throwing it up and down,
when bored, eating it,
,when angry, crushing it..
..when happy, forgetting it,
because is fragile and delicate..
..like a castle made of cards,
,with just a decaring touch,
it will collapse...
and so I take care of it,
..as if its an egg,
because when I breaks,
,its hard to replace,
I protect it with all I have,
..because its the greatest of all I have,
I am generous with no limits,
..because it allows me,
At times its take for granted...
,but it never gets wasted,
because it source never runs dry.
I called it my new Toy,
...because ever since,
It bring more and endless Joy..
A happiness that no one can destroy,
..because its my best troy..
Word cant describe it at its best,
,nor can action bring it at its best,
..but feeling conquers the rest..
...I love sharing my Toy,
I hate playing with it,
Because its not a game of winning and loosing,
..its a blessing shared to be shared..
My Toy is Love..

                       ⓒ2016