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African Sister

Crisp brown,
Delicate in softness,
Rare, brown-skinned feminine being,
A Goddess you are.
The dust from which your highness was molded from must have been kissed by the sun.
Vividly shedding light on the unexplainable uncanny of those deep, hazel, enticing eyes.
Hello there moon child,
The brightness of your glow inherited from a thousand moons,
That smile, a derivative of light that brings warmth to a broken soul,
Forever competing with jealous rays shone by dear sun.
African sister,
How does one dare to be so complete.

Whenever you let sound escape from those thirst quenching lips,
You infinitely caress eardrums,
Turning noise into a harmonizing melody,
And with those dune like, overly feminine breasts,
You have heads turning for days on end.
Don't get me started on those curves, those crests,
Those curves and crests embellish that African round figure,
Sticks and stones may break the bones of those with no meat around the waist.
So dear, allow my eyes to feast on that full, firm, figure,
That figure connected to the hips and rear of a realistically authentic women.
African sister,
You know what you are,
Complete is what you are.
 
All trifle and inadequate descriptions of your beauty, all pose as clichéd understatements.
For words come and go, but your beauty remains confusingly indescribable,
The blind need not see but merely sense and feel with hands of the soul,
As it is true and quite frankly unequivocal the birth place of your beauty,
Along side splendor and perfection.
African sister,
Your destiny anticipated to be known,
Known to complete man kind.

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I Am a Man

A firm, definition attached to my title,
Loyal to my strength as my conviction to Christianity,
Harder than the blows Lucifer dares to strike.
Rigid are these eyes, these eyes are unwavering,
Strong enough to pierce through the window of my enemy,
Through this window, a place a soul once lived.
Knees never to be weakened,
For within dwells the key to my strength,
Eternally frozen, these tears,
A man's tears.
This heart's size, infinite,
If size fits such possibility,
The size of a mountain maybe,
Mountains, mother and true protector of oceans,
This heart, father to my constantly, repelling fears,
Repelling from the protector of my steadfast, soul,
This heart abandoned all my fears,
Fears known to man, i know none,
Hearts of lions, transcripts of this heart within,
My manhood, my heart.

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Forever

All things splendid, unpredictable I tell you,
Duality expressed by a two sided coin,
When the favor is yours, it's sure prone to last.
But never ceasing to disappoint,
It's compliment,
Wrapped in a tendency to rapidly  become the past.

Blissful times with you remind me of all good dreams I've  had,
They never last longer than a single hair at the back of my neck,
But they always stand whenever I breathe your breath,
The same way I feel when I touch you,
Hypnotized by the goodness of the feeling,
The feeling your skin transfers to my nervous system,
Left dizzy,
Confused between the texture of silk and your skin,
Your skin,
A garment I feel,
I'd wear you all the time, everyday.
My newly found passion.
What if I could touch you forever.

Your smell so refreshing it's edible,
You smell so right,
I'm left assured, you're palatable,
I've always known you tasted divine,
Call me a cannibal,
What if I could indulge in your strawberry kisses forever.

To hold you,
Your bosom bare against my chest,
As our skins become one,
Our hormones form a language,
Letting our bodies converse,
Our bodies speak the same language,
A foreign language,
Because no one does it like us,
Tingles and tickles tantalize,
As our senses become revitalized,
I feel so alive, I could die,
I don't know what to feel,

If such could last forever,
I promise;
I would believe you if you were to say heaven was made from a piece of you,

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Man and Woman

I am a dog



You are a snake



You are a snake 



I am a dog



It sounds like the same thing.



 



With out a sign of remorse, I make a mess, I up and leave



Without a trace, your hands, in and out the cookie jar, slick you are



Heads and tails, different, but of the same coin



I forgive with a shout and scream,



You forgive with tears and a grin,



Scary.



 



Sniffing and pointing fingers appeases your guilt,



Telling lies, half truths and ultimately confessing eases mine, 



My lies are like a toddler, all over the place,



One lie exposed by the other, in my case



One lie strengthened by the other, in your case



 



I, forever man.



You, forever woman.



But apples of the same tree, that we are.



Adam and Eve.



Adam, stupid enough to be brave,



Eve, devious enough to even dear.



 





I am a dog



You are a snake



You are a snake 



I am a dog



It sounds like the same thing.

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My Intellect

Let it not be seen through eyes of judgment and 
hypocrisy,
For my skin is merely just my skin, roasted or not,
It could never define what lies within, be it a little 
or a lot,
Nor could the way my tongue chooses to 
pronounce these words, no,
These words foreign to me after all, 
My mother tongue is who I truly am, 
How I want to be seen as I stand,
I stand out because of my blood-line,
My predecessors,
My not so humble, beginnings,
My ancestors; Nyawuza! Faku! Ziqelekazi!

So look a man like i in the center of his eyes,
Open that narrow gate to your mind's eye
And see me not just as you hear me 
Not by the contrasted, manner with which I choose 
to verbalize,
But by the grounded manner with which I make 
you visualize what I say,
In that manner known to me, known to you,
See me like that,
Do judge me like that,  
For substance is what I  am, who I am,
Rich; how I define my intellect,

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What Will They Say

If I trip and fall,
A crusty, seasoned, leaf to the ground,
But with a thump kind of sound as I fall,
A clumsy, toddler I seem to feel like,
Cheeks rose, red if I were to be pale enough,
Embarrassment,
Will they mock, will they laugh,
The room filled, all eyes glued as I collide with the 
floor,
My after reaction determines theirs,
As they judge my unanticipated, flaw, 
What will people say.

If i attempt to speak amongst a few or maybe 
larger, a crew,
One word stuck between my tongue and my upper 
teeth, 
The next then stumbles over the first,
A stutter born,
Followed by random pauses and senselessness,
Idiotic, an understatement
How do I feel.
What will people say,

If my attire doesn't come across as socially, 
satisfying,
Too vivid
Or too dull,
Too matched up
Or too blocked up,
Hey, I'm trying,

The crowd will forever talk,
They might even mock as they look,
Good or bad,
Regardless,
This crowd will talk,

What they might say, what they might not,
I find it hard to care, 
My time, my precious time,
None is to be wasted,
Trying to be easy on the eye, 
Why for them and not for me in any case,
What should be, simply should be,
This focus I will loose, if their favor I seek,
Let them speak,
Shoot their harmless words at or around me,
So what......

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Hearts Never Listen

Tug of war,
Between hurricanes and tornadoes of raging emotions,
To where i belong i know not,
To the shadow of sadness,
Or a camouflaged version,
A generic kind of happiness.
Once lost, now a resident in no man's land...

Cutting all ties, between the heart and mind,
This pain i can bare,
But what could ever emerge or stem from deprivation,
Depriving the one substantial thing that makes us human; 
A dictating heart, the given right to blindly lead...

You're bad for me and i know, 
I've been in this boat and it sunk,
But i have forgotten how to live life without you,
Maybe that is the fear,
Oh yes, yes it is...

But how do i live and love a stranger, 
A stranger resembling someone i once knew and loved,
Life has become too bewildering for a man like i, 
I'm inside an eternal maze made up of unfitting puzzles,
Define perplexed...

Eavesdropping on conversations between the heart and soul,
Just to get by,
Living on confusion and comforted by far fetched hope,
Will anything ever even come close to being the same.
Do i still know what it feels like...

These things we bring upon ourselves i tell you,
Living a life of lies i guess,
That's the way it goes nowadays,
But how do we deny what our hearts, without reluctance, refuse to reject?

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The End

Still smelling you all over my feeble, intoxicated, body,
Drowning my sorrows in deep, raging thoughts of you,
I hate you,
I love you,
I don’t know what to feel.
Sitting here, far from humble,
Humiliated and hurting; hunting down feasible, words to concatenate reasons as to why I never listen.
So do try dear heart; to find it in your deepest and loudest beat, to forgive me.
Forgive me for my ignorantly, impaired listening skills; prisoner to my own feelings I am,
But you too can be overly, dictating; the blame should be equally shared.
And do try dear mind; to find it in your deepest thoughts, to forgive me.
Forgive me for ignoring reality and forcefully painting pictures far from realistic.
I knew but I continued, i prolonged, I just had to further entangle,
Now I’m hurting; a state predominantly, anticipated by both parties.
Still smelling you all over my feeble, intoxicated, body,
Drowning my sorrows in deep raging thoughts of you,
I hate you,
I love you,
I don’t know what to feel,
But I do know that this is the end.

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Confessions of a Stalker

From the time new born, sunlight bounces and plays, childishly on your beaming, chocolate flavored, skin,
To the time where the wind waits for you to pass, before blowing your designated, direction,
I watch you.
I do so vigilantly, so cautiously,
As the predator watches his pray,
And not a gawk less than the Shepherd does his flock.

Whenever i cast these longing eyes upon you,
I no longer see only you, except i am now showered by foreign, visions,
Visions of you and i, you and i hand in hand,
Nearing no foreseen end.
Shown to me by the ancestors of cupid,
Reassuringly, shown that you shall be mine,
After all the inevitable is forever undermined.

Before being blinded by that coco skin you wore,
A realization was born; you are my favorite everything.
Be it a thought, daydream or fantasy,
With all cliche-filled, honesty it is indeed true.
One provoking, thought forever clinging,
Evenhandedly clinging to the crests of my right brain,
"The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice"
Now it is safe to say, you are my ripened type. 

Sadly though, i still let you kick dust and pass me by,
While our scents waltz in the atmosphere,
Happy as they marry and amalgamate.
But cowardly i let myself let you pass me by,
A teeth-less lion, i am,
Satisfied just by feeding these eyes.

I am a man of no kind of weakness,
That i feel you need to know,
But right now my mind is foggy,
Too misty to concatenate sensible actions or words,
So pardon me for depriving you,
Depriving you of what your knowledge is entitled to,
But as soon as i gain reception upstairs, you'll be the first to know;
I am your number one stalkler,
A.K.A "your future".

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A Way of Life

Yesterday it was you and I,
Hearts and souls holding hands and conversing about tomorrow's gift for you and i,
Today you are gone, suffocating me with your reeking absence,
As a blink, my happiness has gone,
You took it all.
Left me nothing, but relentless, regret and bitter-sweet memories.
Moving on is a way of life, 
Painful things shouldn't last this long, my happiness sure didn't.
I thought this was it, you and I,
As I was waiting for you to ripen, I had dreams for you and I,
Now they are gone,
Dissipated and disappeared; gone with the wind,
As your smell in the air, they have evaporated.
I hope you can look yourself in the mirror as you wonder why I am not next to you.