Until the Day Go Dead and Shadows Flee

I will clench my pen to my heart where fair minds are slothful to reach;
I will breed my psychosis to conceivable saneness,
Beyond the inaptness of convincing man or anything they could teach!

I will clench my pen to my heart to heal my contravened poems,
Until the gauge of perceptive beat the world to my hefty tongue
To put my name in writing like incises of poetry in unregimented times!

I will do this and all this because I can only be me but none else,
I will, “until the day go dead and shadows flee.”
Until the end of time!

I will hit it off from my cerebral lea to bleed my thoughts free
In and out of time until the day go dead and shadows flee
With unsettled fades like the concept of Elizabethan writer’s spree!

I will rail kachikau to unflustered bounds,
Where in prayer, peace, poetry and common grounds!
We slam our knotted pates until dawn deceases down to day
Where everything I wrote would stay!

But someday I shall be no more to contain your tears when you cry for my withered creeds,
So learn, understand and acknowledge a little bit of me!
Now, before day go dead and shadows flee!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Gray Avatar
March 11, 2015 at 5:18 AM
Loved this piece Mpho!. Power to your pen my friend!.
Leteng Avatar
March 11, 2015 at 5:36 AM
Thank you very much William
Hanlon Avatar
March 4, 2015 at 5:19 AM
that's a poets poem mpho nice job
Leteng Avatar
March 7, 2015 at 3:37 AM
Thnx Steven
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