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Unforgettable Moments

That night was the last and longest we ever had
That day was the shortest, simplest and most sad
That drop was a dryer
And the smile was a goodbye

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Team Spirit

Tick, lick, suck
Team, dream, win
One wants all
All wants one

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Beauty Ain'T Blessing

You opened the door ahead of me
I followed in my trembling cat moves
I still remember your yellow blouse 
with hesitation , unlike my indisciplined heart 
That embraced strange feelings at first sight 

you took me hiking 
And reminded me my favorite game
Hide and seek
Those terrifying cliffs,
Broke my heart in fear before you turned your beautiful back on me

I knew this moment would come 
lonely days 
Thoughtful nights 
Red eyes
Not every beauty is a blessing

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Mirror Stares At Me

I’ve waited for a lifetime
Waited for smile like an end rhyme

I’ve listened a lot
Listened to voices that made me hot

I’ve lost enough
lost hope and mostly peace

I’ve climbed so high
Climbed Mountains and skies

I’ve played games
Games and won none

I’ve cried much
Much to be harvest with a handkerchief

I’ve lied to kings
Lied to kings and burnt my wings

I’ve seen mirrors breaking
Breaking like outbreak and firebreak

I’ve wanted a home
A home to be proud of alone

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If

If I was a broken plate
would you pick every piece of my brokenness?
If I was a clay pot
would you break me even though I was made to be broken?
If I was a drop of tears
would you drop me and let me dry?
If I was dried river
would you have courage of swimming in my dry chest?
If I had nothing
would you love me as you do?

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To the Love of My Life

I hope you will be my last Ex
No human, shall come between us apart from death
I save my breath
for you to inhale, 4,5 & 6

No affection will be greater than this 
I will take you places including Paris
I love black high heels
This agony, only you can heal 

Your soft skin, is a cure 
To my past wounds, you are pure 
You are my autumn season
That blossoms these roses for sure
You heart is a safe prison
I want not to escape this future 

To the love of my life
I want you to see these flaws
The flaws that flow from my vein
I inherited, jealousy and resilience
Patience and tolerance
I will be your definition of perfection 
Your Alpha-Bird and Bed 

I have two hearts
The first is my late grandfather's hat
if it's not on my bald head, it's on my wooden table
I create memories to keep
The second, is the woman I will own
My Delilah and secret keeper

I'm short of words
In my silence, feel the love 
Your tears, is the last thing I would forever wish to see.

Your soulmate
Mr. John Kazadi

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Dear Love

Dear Love

Your skin is dark crimson rose
That shines like a young sun
Your voice opens locked doors
Your passion is as huge as a baobab shadow

We are sweet seeds, stevia
And cannabis sativa
Yellow butterfly bush
Joined by glowing wings

You are golden marigold
Your eyes the color of a daisy
Even in our dark stage, we are crazy
Soul divers and rivers

We are sour preferred star fruits
Your kiss I have never tasted smell so sweet
And creates an entire globe
In my little world

You are angel
I am your heaven
And your man

© John Kazadi

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First Love

The flashlight was too dark to be noticed
And the passion was too young to die forever

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Living Things Are Dying Thieves

Living things are Dying thieves

When my legs turn cold
Sing only old songs all day

When my eyes deny sight
Hold my right hand and walk with me all night

Take me to places I have less memories with
Take me to places where breathing is a restriction

When kids ask my silence
Answer them that the old man will sleep a little longer, 

The legend will open his white dyed eye at the end of the tunnel
The legend died twice, and the third time promises a resurrection

When my beloved ones drop tears
Tell them to unlock and shelf under my bed and grab spears to fight back their fears

They will only fight peace not for peace
They will tear themselves in pieces and never pick the pieces of their strength

Their blood might stink before they see this well
Tell them mine did as well

Their tears will dry even though it does, it will dry again
Their cries will not be loud, will not be loud again

And when my face disappears in humane memories
I will be the shadow along your ways in thy wilderness

I will not only remember you and them
But you with them

I will not miss, jokes and fun
But jokes with snacks

I accept soil deserves my cruelty
I at least fought for other’s liberty in the cell in leave you in

I fought depression which later on won my heart
I fought affection which later on destroyed my hat

Tie my Ph.D. in my chest 
As I go for and long enough rest

There are things I might come back for
Images of pyramids that made my force

My mother, a woman in her early thirty’s
I admit I running closer the judgment Queue

Do I really have a clue?
Yet the blue sky veils broad smile of clouds

I loved coffee, but I can’t wait to lie in that coffin
Not this coffin but that coughing 

The coughing after you realize
We are nothing but dying living things

Down, down I’m going
Lower, lower it is I’m drowning 

This face might float as a boat
As thieves, lucky is the day we are caught is the triumphant
 
									(By John Kazadi)

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To Whom It May Concern

I can vividly see your dim lights from distance 
but still can't imagine your love for instance
The closer I move towards you
The more I realize I'm a fool 
The more I realize I'm a fool 
The more I imagine a possible coup
In your corrupt regime,
let me be your saviour,  maybe a bottle of champagne
Mark my words
we are exactly, what mama call love birds
We are the evil holy angels
and the last living legends
As I enlarge my arms for a hug 
Beware that this sweet man, can as well be a thug