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Tjizake Karupa Poem
MY DREAM
I want to see the northern lights
blaze a trail across the dark skies of a starless night
I want to meet my hero from beyond the grave
he who has mastered the abyss of hell and survived...
only to be flunk back upon a broken earth
that he thought he had left behind for good
I want my image to be imprinted upon the memory of a nation
a godlike being in the form of a man
I want to be a legend
by the soul purpose of my existence in this world
I am the mountain top of a broken region
I am the beginning of a story
my story a tale of suffering and sorrow
and although I can see the light at the end of a tunnel
the door to my greatness is still far away
but no worries!!!!
I AM GREATNESS EVEN THOUGH I AM STILL AT THE BOTTOM
Copyright © Tjizake Karupa | Year Posted 2014
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Tjizake Karupa Poem
death
death has become a daily nightmare.
a pre-requisite of being alive.
hate is the everlasting fragrance of the failure that is me.
a dreamer without a dream, a smoker without a cigarette.
I have given my essence to a devil named codeine,
because I aint got a choice but to embrace the madness of my inner monster.
I hate, love and despair
at a life without meaning, an endless cycle of a history that is bound to end
the way it started.
with me as dust waiting for the everlasting breath of life from a god that does not see me
I am but just the grains of sand beneath your feet,
the shadow behind you
and the darkness surrounding street corners waiting for its next victim.
I am alive yet I am not
I am death.
Copyright © Tjizake Karupa | Year Posted 2013
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Tjizake Karupa Poem
I remember love
I remember when stargazing existed in a partner’s eyes
I remember when we used to laugh and cry in each other’s presence
I remember when the world belonged to us and the only opinions that mattered were our own.
I remember holding hands in the street and kissing in public
and cold nights at a street corner with my girl wearing my jacket
I remember love in its truest forms
Not the love of nowadays
Not the love that’s reliant on monetary value
Not the love that’s all about the physical
Not the love that’s depended on alcohol, weed and couple cuteness
and definitely not the love created to impress and grow a social media following
I remember love in its truest forms
And I miss it.
I miss waking up with the thought of someone and a smile on my lips
I miss looking into a woman’s eyes in the morning and knowing without a doubt that she is mine alone.
I miss taking long walks with no destination in mind just to spend time together
I miss having valentines’ picnics in the garage or behind the house sharing love in the only proper way
Two ppl locked away from the rest in their own little world
I miss seeing the future and not being lonely in advance.
I remember love....
I remember it in its truest forms....
And I miss it.
Copyright © Tjizake Karupa | Year Posted 2021
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Tjizake Karupa Poem
I want to be a fathe
I want to rub and kiss
Your bell
I want to be there for that first ultra
sound
To be there to witness the miracle of
birth
I want to be there when my son
Takes his first breath
I want to change his first diaper with
a stupid smile on my face
I want to document his first laugh
and his first tears
I want to hold him to the sky
And scream his name to the world to
hear
I want to see his 1st steps and his
backpack for that 1st day of school
I want to take him on his 1st date
and watch him woe the lady's
I want to witness his entrance to
university and save pictures of his
graduation in my heart
I want to wipe his tears
After that 1st serious heartbreak
I want to be the parent and best man
at his wedding
And before i die and close my eyes
forever
I want his face to be the last that i
see!!!
Copyright © Tjizake Karupa | Year Posted 2013
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Tjizake Karupa Poem
For love i have killed
i saw her face in a mirror
full of cracks
yet her beauty was excuisite.
She was the flower that incompased
my heart
and the vines represented the aching
veins tht circled my mind.
She was not the 1st rays of sunshine
but she was the last 1 to set
at the end of the day.
Her smile was a river taking the
whole world on not afraid to make
evrybody smile.
And her eyes...oh should i have a
thousand lifetimes i would not be
able to fully pay homeage to their
beauty,
so let me suffice to say.
they where like an aurora,
colours swirling in and out of
existance
in utter harmony
with rainbows at the btm and top
shning a light from whthn.
More beautiful than life itself was
she, yet as playful as newborn with a
heart of a tiger and an elephants
memory.
So tis no wndr tht i loved her mr thn
u for she is my joy and my heart. She
is....
MY CAT (MISTY)
Copyright © Tjizake Karupa | Year Posted 2013
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Tjizake Karupa Poem
For love i have killed
i saw her face in a mirror
full of cracks
yet her beauty was excuisite.
She was the flower that incompased
my heart
and the vines represented the aching
veins tht circled my mind.
She was not the 1st rays of sunshine
but she was the last 1 to set
at the end of the day.
Her smile was a river taking the
whole world on not afraid to make
evrybody smile.
And her eyes...oh should i have a
thousand lifetimes i would not be
able to fully pay homeage to their
beauty,
so let me suffice to say.
they where like an aurora,
colours swirling in and out of
existance
in utter harmony
with rainbows at the btm and top
shning a light from whthn.
More beautiful than life itself was
she, yet as playful as newborn with a
heart of a tiger and an elephants
memory.
So tis no wndr tht i loved her mr thn
u for she is my joy and my heart. She
is....
MY CAT (MISTY)
Copyright © Tjizake Karupa | Year Posted 2013
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