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Thato Ntshabele Poem
I am the loose paper prophet
Prophetising profetisms as loose
As the paper on which I write them
I stand between you and my mind like a Moses,
An oracle intoxicated by the fumes of Delphi,
Possessed by the demons of my creativity
Scribbling on loose paper
I am a prophet.
I prophetise the words of my mind
To your ear lobes,
Till the words resonate in the deeper parts of your dome
But it must hit home if religious
Then false are my prophesys
And proven false prophet I am
But a prophet none the less
I prophetise worldly visions
Like herbalists high in search of better days
Dreaming of thugs mansions
And moments of silence
And how you will see me when you get there
If you ever get there
I am a loose paper prophet
But soothe sayer by no means
Ma paper boasts bursts of ink that
Colour the truth as I see it
Prosaic verses in libre,
This is me I deliver
In the midst of papers floating as leaves rustling in the wind.
Yes, this is me
Prophetist of the loose pages.
Copyright © Thato Ntshabele | Year Posted 2008
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Thato Ntshabele Poem
my thoughts of you
are petals
floating slowly in the wind
coming to rest
on reality`s cold hard waters
desiring only the bud from whence they came
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Thato Ntshabele Poem
Sometimes it doesn’t end,
Like dreaming in a coma.
It goes on and on
As if pursuing infinitude.
She speaks as if she fears the silence
Unable to put to put her lips to silence
Spewing sweetness and profanity
The loudness of her killing me silently,
Inside screaming for relief…
Yes, sometimes it doesn’t end
Like a movie where the credits never roll
It goes on and on
Watching her through the window.
Knowing so little
Knowing nothing,
Yet knowing all I need
That I am in love, besotted
Smitten…
Taken by that which stands before me
In love with a dream,
But in love
loving her
my mirage
knowing I can look but never touch
run but never reach
and the two meters between us
turns into a vast sea of infinitude
and sometimes it goes on and on
like a waterfall crashing into my heart
it goes on and on.
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Thato Ntshabele Poem
I stay dreaming of you
With eyes wide open
I keep dreaming of you
I spend my days in a daze
Dreaming of the day
When my days
Cease to be mine
But our days
Till then I spend my days in a daze
With eyes wide open
Dreaming of you
Copyright © Thato Ntshabele | Year Posted 2008
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