Alone you face your fate
But moments blissfully
Wipe the shadow of loneliness
And fill the day with laughters
Many other noises
Even the sound of tears
Make the aloneness feel distant
Even in the darkest of nights
But a shadow tells a tale
Of the muted lone pursuit of happiness
For you are alone until the end
Draw me now, you can
I have seen time pass, now and then
Shadows wither, like memories
Waiting to exhale, blindly
Blink if you may, search your soul
Like a thief, here is tomorrow
Everything gone, forget the sorrow
Words that never made it, there is more
To these lines, verses of survival
It is a rapture, bursting open
And if you dont, when you dont see
See the light, a rising sun
Through the rain, through the wet eyes
Be still, wait for your turn
To draw me, from my depth
Until there is no tomorrow, for you
And we are but memories, only eyes left
Refusing to let time go, to see the future
Sweetly fading into oblivion, the never ending future
Draw me, Here
Draw me, There
Draw me, Now.
Love will no longer
Accept hugs and kisses
Blown through the roving time
Love will no longer warmly receive
An affectionate hand that caress
Love will no longer accept
A wild night of passion
Love will no longer accept
Memories and moments
Love accepts Visa and Mastercard
Won’t take a cheque
Pay.
Walk back 8 years
Walk back and never stop
Pass the right time on your left
Forget the wrong time called now
There is nothing left to hold on to
Only pieces remain to yell the story
Lost in the endless pursuit
To fill the void
And now can we fill the void
That was left wide open 8 years ago
By that adorable shadow which passed by
Can we stitch the pieces together today
Roll back 8 years into a perfect year
Filled with blissful moments
Like it should have been
back 8 years ago.
Have you come to freedom?
the ever elusive illusion
are you your own now?
who will free you from freedom?
A saviour from the little selfish cage
you squeezed yourself into
Freedom is chains without a jailer
you won't, you can't, you dont
pieces of the same chain
burn this freedom
escape from its burden
Why is a free man in cuffs?
When he could be free
from freedom
Without you
I would be nothing
But echo wallowing in eternity
You gave me expression
Loved me in ways untold
Cared for me like no other
In my weakest moments
You held me high
High enough to see
The mountains and rivers
That are behind us
In my lowest days
You came through for me
Lit my heart with hope
That got me up each morning
To face this ugly world
And sea beauty around me
When I was on top of the world
It was you who held me still
To count my blessings
And to never let a moment
Slip through unappreciated
Knowing that days like the sun sets
And rise again tomorrow
Everyday it was you
And no one else
Who held me strong
And walk with me all the way
I am proud
To be YOU
Life, what a circus?
Unknown to us, we faithfully queue
For the next available seat
It is a long queue but no one has a choice
So we stand and watch the Grim Reaper have his day
Sometimes He is at the front
Sometimes at the back
Sometimes He is in popular spots
And headlines are made
Sometimes in unknown locations
He passes unnoticed
But every day He calls
A seat is empty here!
Who is next?!
The tremor is too deep
To go unnoticed
For no one knows what’s inside
The huge tent that has stood since time
Pitch black, no glimpse
No one knows the Performer
Deadly silent, no echos from within
No one knows what happens
When that show is over
And the Grim Reaper cannot call again
And of the day, He will have no one to call
But for now, there is an empty seat
Who is next?
Written on the passing of poet, writer, politician and the poet's maternal grandfather Rashaka Ratshitanga (PBUH)
Long knives are out
Ye knows the truth
Only the truth
can cost a soul
None cries foul
Nor crocodiles tears
for lies
Ye knows it is the truth
When swapping friends
for foes
Getting dropped
Like a hot potato
The truth is never easy
Ye knows the truth
The rain killed the calf
The rain we long waited for
To spit life into this, our soil
To make the season's harvest bountiful
Has killed the calf
The calf that was born in a dry season
Counted a blessing because she survived
Now she is dead
Rain, are you a blessing?
That kills our blessing
Soon the soil will be dry again
The sun will boisterously walk out
But there will be no calf
To bleat on a summer day
And make merry of the waters
Flowing down the stream
For the rain killed the calf
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