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Tshiamo Justice Jood Poem
this body,
when has it never been touched?
The sensation of these hungry hands running along my skin
I should have long accepted it or at least grown numb to them
but they still feel as foreign and invasive as the first time
they knead sadistically
but also with twisted gentleness
in a pathetic attempt to get a reaction of pleasure from me
and gratify his ego
I stopped shedding tears long ago
for human mourn a loss
and a loss points to having some kind of worth
but I'm just a hole for -ing
what is there to continue crying over
instead, I moan on cue
a perfect practiced pitch
that sends vibrations throughout his whole body
making him reach completion sooner
for I have more to deals to broker
before the corrupt police come and arrest me
and the morally upstanding wake up to mock
my desperate fight at surviving this pointless existence
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Tshiamo Justice Jood Poem
We said forever and I like to believe we meant it.
We have melted together into a single entity.
Bound to each other down to the tiniest matter.
Our ties nothing can cut through.
That is what I would like to believe but I wonder if we can make it true.
What would you do if we woke one day,
to find we know everything about each other
But it is doubtful whether we have transcended to a level at which we are content with this
But the warmth of your co-worker's smile is something you know.
You knew,
Once during summer in your youth.
Invokes a similar feeling of adrenaline rush
Could you endure?.
Are you strong enough?.
Do we die along with the flames of passion
Or are we still alive in the aftermath?.
What would we be then?
This love gives me the high
But are we above the mortal desires and weaknesses
Mortality is fleeting
Are we the same,
Could we remain intact to reach the end of the infinite stream of time
The wish of all
And naivete we must never be rid of lest we truly become fallen.
What is love?.
What truly is the union between a man and woman?.
What did God mean to do?.
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Tshiamo Justice Jood Poem
life is a game of tag
though we tend to play it wrong
we only ever want to pat, nudge along friends
when it could be even more fun to turn the whole wide world into a playground
making it a whole lot brighter
pass along kindness
at times you won't get very far before you're it
at other times it will be a long ways
but we won't care, just laughing along
for we will not be seeking sanctification
but joy
Touching hearts with goodwill
as we travel our journeys.
Copyright © Tshiamo Justice Jood | Year Posted 2021
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