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Cast Out Stone

You was lying on the ground.
I stepped on you without thinking…
Didn’t see you but I felt the swelling beneath my feet. 
You had no value nor importance I thought.
You blocked the way, my mind accentuated.
Few steps forward then I thought of you again.
Unintentionally my hands stretched out for you.
It was so dark my near sight blurred.

With an unexplainable number of heavy breaths.
I grabbed hold of you with my sweaty palms.
Without knowing what you are…
Satisfaction was quenched.
For I felt a need for something inside my hands.
Tossed you in and out, up and down.
Moving with a proliferating velocity…
I tripped, I fell…

While you was floating free in the air.
I dropped you, it was mistake.
Didn’t know if you was here or there.
To find you, I had to do whatever it takes.
Few minutes placed sentimental value on you.
I wasn’t going to dust myself and leave you there.
Frustrations ran circles through my mind…
They got the better of me within seconds.

I searched for you for some time…
In darkness, it was a losing battle.
Defeat thoughts ran through my whole body.
I became lonely within that moment.
I had lost my newly found enjoyment.
It became clear, 
I had to accept defeat.
A journey without you, I had to travel.
For you had returned to your shady gravel.

My eyes slowly became teary.
Surely I was becoming weary.
Disappointed I wasn’t going to hold you again.
I felt sorry for myself.
I looked down the dark lonely road ahead.
With imagination figures looking in from a distance.
It felt like I was losing my balance.
Wave of sudden reality hit me…
I was like you, I felt like you.

I could pick another, but it wasn’t going to be you.
I greatly pined for you.
Darkness brightened, I became empty inside.
I was a cast out stone all alone aside.

Copyright © Tlaishego Morema | Year Posted 2016



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Broken

Love that was once so perfect.
Disappeared quick like the light being swallowed by darkness.
Laughter and joy that once filled the sky.
Taken over by dead silence beneath the clouds.
That person whom was forever to be mine.
Transformed into a perfect stranger with time.

Love is blind.
That which let to me falling into the deepest darkest trenches alone.
Kisses which were once passionately shared.
Fallen into sour memories before the nightfall.

Promises made...
Good times rolled...
Promises broken.
I now know...
That, all that glitters is not gold.
And from here now, 
My heart will go on to be bold.
Till my arteries cease to uphold.
Our old memories like they were the future.

But if could have taken a peek into these hours...
My heart wouldn't have been on the platter like it was.
Perhaps i would've evaded this torture.
If i didn't see with what was within it.
Hence my mind is now heavy.
My thoughts are galloping wavily.

But my heart will always pound with truth.
Of what has always being real with me.
From here forth, until the end of time...

Copyright © Tlaishego Morema | Year Posted 2016

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A Gentle Breeze of Hate,

It blows hot and cold forever.
Erupted in the cores of hearts and souls.
Silently creeping on the minds of many.
On it's way to rob us of our happiness.
From the realm of unsettled wilderness.

Concealed there by its white smile...
You are sure to sleep and trust.
Before the dawn of tomorrow's dusk.
Which brings rather unknown memories.
With the blacklight brightly glowing.

Catching attention of those with dark love.
It blows with haste from north to south.
Leaving the pillars of our feather-like hearts...
Gently brushing against the face of earth.

Copyright © Tlaishego Morema | Year Posted 2016

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The Good Side of Bad

I tried to hate.
I tried to scorn.
I tried to change fate .
But i was wrong.
I always taste the good side.
Even after a bad bite.
Went behind the frowns.
Came back with beautiful smiles...
I see the beauty.
 Masked beneath the ugly.
I can feel the angel inside a monster.
I hear sweet laughter.
When you cry.
Captured the calmness.
In tremendous storms.
I feel the happiness.
Building inside your sorrow.
For today's twilight.
Prepares for tomorrow.
You have a great strength..
To dominate your fragile weakness.
I see a loving heart.
Even after it was torn.
I can see the sun shining.
Beyond the dark clouds.
I see your fear drowning..
inside your courage.
And that pain.
Swiftly fading in your joy.
While the truth sings.
Behind the lies. 
Like that success.
Coming after a failure.
I've seen the best...
Coming out of the worst.
Like that peace brewing.
After a civil war.
I see the good side in bad.
One of my many flaws.
I saw the light disguised by darkness.

Copyright © Tlaishego Morema | Year Posted 2016

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Dear Mama

Dear mama...
Can you hear me?
It's me, your child.
Don't ignore my silent voice.
I know it appears as a logical thing to do.
A typical trend for most.
But emancipate yourself from those cloudy thoughts...
Let them flee, let them drown.
Please don't let them hold your mind  down.
For i'm a gift with a purpose in this world...
Not a mistake you can just dispatch.
I have a reason to live.
You don't know it,neither do I.
but If we can wait a little longer, 
Perhaps we'll discover a lot i have to offer.
We will uncover the mystery that lie with my presence.
Once i put my print on the soil.
Don't cut my life too short.
Don't bring my young soul to rot.
Don't let me burn in this coldness.
But think of the smiles we will share.
When we take runs down the life's wilderness.
As the vivid sights of the world sink in.
I know i will be a handful.
Probably will delay you from touching your goals.
But all can change when i reach mine.
Like saying mama for the first time.
And taking my first walking steps towards you.
I might have been an element of surprise.
But i'm on my knees i beg of you, 
Let mercy shine.
Be the hero i already consider you to be.
Be the mother you already are.
Let peace be the consequence of your actions.
Provide love, provide protection.
Even after daddy did the magic trick like the morning dew on us.
Or probably thought that this is his easy way out.
Let him be.
He doesn't wish to be a dad, he said.
Let it be his own fish to fry.
Be a bigger person.
Just accept and learn to love me.
In time I'll shine glitters like gold.
In time I'll be your bundle of joy.
With laughter I'll fill your soul.
With my presence I'll change your life.
Dear mama...
Once again can you hear me?
I know I'm just few cells, but can you feel me?
Can you feel my spirit pounding together with your heart?
Can you feel the zeal from me calling you mama?
Allow me to connect with you.
Allow me to become one with you.
Don't let your disappointments of today...
To deny us, our joined happiness of tomorrow.
Dear mama...
Please love me as I do you.
For with love comes joy.

Copyright © Tlaishego Morema | Year Posted 2016



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Battlefield

Too much bloodshed...
Spilled on the rest.
I can't go i can't stay.
my mind goes, my body stays.
Fighting to get my way...
Above the clouds soaring away.
Back and forth having resemblances.
Can't go back, can't move forward.
I'm stuck in nowhere.

Absorbed by this combats, i lost my weapon.
My protective armor damaged.
I'm open to every strike.
Chased by everything running.
Even the stomping sounds of my own feet.
My weapons sheathed by wet reed...
Of an unjust truth they told.
But only blue lies unfold.

Common mentality defaults...
My near sight detained...
Looking in from a distance i could see...
The sad reality I'm fighting in.
From where i'm standing, i feel...
The true pain of my reality.
Frozen by my weak rationality.
Which is the reason for my bleak fantasies.

The emerging prison in my mind...
A big one without walls.
The source of sad trails in my dreams.
Blood, sweats and tears i shed...
The every day sway.
What can i do? What did i do?
I gave way for a stranger.
He killed a lot of me.
The body count keep increasing...
One, two, three, on and on.

Traces of true me disappearing.
Pieces of me repelling each other.
It's a day to day struggle.
Everyday, with my self i fight.
But no one wins.
Weary sighs filling the skies.
For it is an infinite battle...
Going on forever.

Copyright © Tlaishego Morema | Year Posted 2016


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