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Contrary let’s have a conversation
Let’s speak to euphemisms
And pregnant letters of anagrams
Sentencing fixation declaring persona non grata
Heads chopped for Eskimos
Sensing heresy and heresy’s
Running around context to a content
Telling a novel to a telenovela
Paragraphs to a paraplegic in paralysis
Please let’s not sell confirmation to be firm
Brought to be bought
Needles piercing through a pierced needle
Mending letters for letter heads
A grieve sensing tears departing death
Condolences speaking so well with pain
She’s passed on, on to the ethos-
And incarnations
Ancestors to an ancestor-
Leaving God with bill to captures guts;
A man with a liver
Words with a man and it was men
Independents, depending on what happens
Independents where are you?
Schizophrenia for frivolous
Respect for all who respond
Spirits speaking so well with spirituality
Serving a soul so soul for flesh purpose
Unity with bones for free
Miracles doomed and boomed in miraculous
Listening to a beginning: a sun so sweet for a sweet
Manifest in emblematic sworn in; the alchemy
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THE TRENCHES the pure truth so colorful, so to bring out the beast in a beast; philosophy, spirituality and dreams in priggish ways a fifth chapter.
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What would twice be without; the moon and the sun
The men and the women; that brought creation to the earth
The sun and the flowers; that will always blossoms to life
The clouds and the rains; pour draperies of life
The night and the day; will always fall on us for a new day
The full and the hunger; fed us most
The poor and the rich; builders up new mansion in front of them
The hopeless and the hopeful; for now
The ugly and the beautiful; bolded in this beauty and the beast
The ancient and the; modernism we all aging to it
The mother and the nature; to this greener pastures
The gold’s and the diamonds; will shine so pricelessly precious to us
The cold and the hot; in this weather
The failing and the passing; passes by for another yesterday
The pain and the happiness; they cry together
The matrimony and the divorce; vows lingering carelessly upheld not
The good and the evil; will drown us in hell
The guilty and the innocent; judged to all to this design of a beautiful life
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CHAPTER 2 THEME: TRANSITION POETRY is a deep in true substantial obscurity of science in fiction, dreams in spatiality to bring sense to the world about the world in poetic form. Reality steps that it’s spiritually capturing glimpses of life in the most aspheric Dadaism, surrealism in its impression of metaphysical poetry.
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Bless and blossom; it was never going to happen
Man and mine; they all worked there
Glory and God; hallelujah
Portion and pop; keep it coming
Bottom and brim; it all starts at the bottom
Zig and zag; always stood as art
Commotion and calm; he will never breath again
Lap and leap; on his lap he said yes!,yes!
Speak and spend; all black was gone
Quick and queue; starvation has arrived
Tell and turn; nothing
On and off; it was just a switch my brother
All and alone; this ignorance speaks
Call and can; tell them we can’t do it
Zoo and zoom; they were all black in it
Seen and saw; it was no body, just a mob on dirty places
History and happenings; not written in Africa
War and worse; just another day in 04h00 am
Drove and drown; black he can’t swim
Bed and bet; you never wake up
Lose and learn; but he was hung-over there
Banana and ben; just another republic
Cream and cram; all these babies
Piped and pulled; all got shot for another day
Plan and plant; they never survived
Bitter and better; just another lie
Joked and jack; then it fell on him
Keep and kind; what a lover
Fear and failure; just another class
Wet and weird; she can’t handle it
Man and myth; just another creature
Sin and Satan; they always met
Salt and sugar; created life and death
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CHAPTER 2 THEME: TRANSITION POETRY is a deep in true substantial obscurity of science in fiction, dreams in spatiality to bring sense to the world about the world in poetic form. Reality steps that it’s spiritually capturing glimpses of life in the most aspheric Dadaism, surrealism in its impression of metaphysical poetry.
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She toke her time with love
And laid every nice sheet for her friends to lay on it
Nicely, forgetting that she is a human
She makes mistake
She’s not perfect
Then she toke her pain up
And left with it, leaving up nothing
Making love
Making babies, were there’s no money
And poverty was so romantic
Her good soul stood up strong,
Strength of a woman grew in her
Strength of a mother
Enough to raise a village
Only sixteen in her bosoms
A girl
A little sister most importantly a mother
Winds blowing
Mist falling, autumn falling summer
Spring, springing not
Felt every pain
Felt every thoughts
Felt every words
She was just a girl
A teenage love affair
A puberty
A period
A pain
HER LEGACY:from chapter//POETRY & BLUES
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POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
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African embodied in a birth of a nation,
I do apologize for my lateness in my African time
To the only goddess of Mother Nature in her smell of sweet
Grains of mountainous African mahogany, fruits; mahlatswa, ditshidi.
Picking up well blended colored African butterflies
Flies wild in to the bushes that shines whiteness and blackness for them
It’s in their juvenile minds; culture was just a small concept on them
Oh! Cocooned birth of Mopane worms, dinato
Brought taste of luck, bitter
Well green locust on green trees such a green leaf
Molapong maloba,sharing a small hunt of my brothers,
On a trapper sogarnished
Se laga, ka thiya dinunyana tse pedi tse taro
Singing songs of well initiation man
Counted few hours and months...Just away to a breath of a fresh soil, mobu!!
Domestically women prepared food for my brotherson ahunch ofa meal
Bare ke le sogana, bogwera boipeile hlere
Cut beneath feed left ancestor’s food prints
And I looked upon long trees and I saw eyes of watered seas
That initiated perfectwomen hood; mosadi eseng leshaedi ka mitsha,
Maloba, maobane a intiramona ga bedi ga raro kakgwelaa maikutlong a bonna
Civilized primitive birth in my African indigenousness embodied metoday, tomorrow to live to tell the
Tales, that merogo was such an expensive dish
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TRANSITION POETRY is a deep in true substantial obscurity of science in fiction, dreams in spatiality to bring sense to the world about the world in poetic form. Reality steps that it’s spiritually capturing glimpses of life in the most aspheric Dadaism, surrealism in its impression of metaphysical poetry. POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
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The soul is dead in passing
The spirit lost its belonging
Running out of Ancestors peripherals
Last breath of thee, a gasp
Trees are throwing out branches
Thinking of a single brain
Diamond things hard to break none
“Too hard to pour”
“Too poor break”
Virgins in Attica
Singleton a mother of a bitch-
Itching
Specifics specifying black or white
Simply extending his lips
Smiling less for laughter
Toys and spoken speeches of these
History, to tell his story
Tell his theory
Virgins in Attica
Widow falling to a window
Washing was what Washington?
Dreaming of America
But land on an African soil
New York City was city
She fishing dollars and gold-
Fireworks
Virgins in Attica
Kwa Mayimayi lets find strong a Medici’s
Medicine to behold the earth
Kwamhlab’ yalingana
The earth is not enough
Followed tracks of my roots
Heard no song though
He promised bundles of prayers
A land of milk, honey-
But a global warming watering none
Virgins in Attica
Finance marrying marriages
Love put aside for chemical tests
Chemistry of a super witch
Crafting specialties of art
Artist in Attica
Mother Mary gave birthing to a love child
I’m a bustard
Adam, Eve figuring out penis-
Virgins in Viagra
Virgins in Attica
She just a distraction
No expedient in experience
No feelings
No emotions
No last for lust
Virgins in Attica
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Sweats and colds
Screams to the last lung
Mucus to the last drips
Philosophy of a Wiseman
Prayer to the last pray
A miracle of a third mercy
I dreamt of God!
Speaking last words of a last dream
Passion of a last Christ
Descendants of a last angel
Last night of a last ‘mare
Yesterday’s dreams
Appearance of a beautiful impression
A heaven’s hands ‘...Say, I can perform miracles’
Let the blind say I can see
I dreamt of God!
A lost man of his last sin
Impounded by wilderness and sickies
And “God was first to cry when he was born”
And women was last to cry when he passed on
No Babies
No birthing
No Passion
No Loving
Oh! Jerusalem of last Judges
A stolen holy ghost of a last spirit
I dreamt of God!
Amen!
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CHAPETR 1: POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
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Can I lend my brains for a day, year and minute only?
My heart only left to see if poetry will exist
Yet poetry is taunting me, trying to reconcile with my past
My step father’s abusive days,
Days that one almost burning,
Burns “me”
Memory sits me well
Paraffin stove was on flames
….in a beautiful shack of my mother’s
Neighbors so silent,
Shouting and screaming
Trying to grab my mother out of this shackles
“Sick men” jealously in contempt
Yet poetry is taunting me, trying to reconcile with my past
Walls toned down
Paints falling and cracks birthing
Signatures of my pasts
Bed so small tossing
And turning; I fell
I could not remember his stir
I could hardly count his teachings
Most importantly I could remember my mother’s bruises
Yet poetry is taunting me, trying to reconcile with my past
‘This female companion’
Yet nostalgia sickens me
They told me they miss me
I told them I love them
They said “you’re like a brother”
Yet nostalgia sickens me
Circumcising my thoughts
Yet poetry is taunting me, trying to reconcile with my past
Alexander that day, my television battery was full
In time for “Kunta Kinte”
My homework done
I could smell my mother’s perfume
I could hear my mother’s voice...
This time not crying as she so nicely speaks behind her scars
“Soul Brothers” playing at the back ground
I could hear him as he enters
Silent so stretched in my mothers’ beautiful half face
Peels of my heart pouring in prays
Hoping for another beautiful dinner
We never had!
Songs of Solomon
And Romans
Peels of my heart pouring in prays
As he speaks, we are silent to hear
Finding comfort sleeping on the flow
Mother breathing in cries on her bed
Swollen face reddishness in her eyes in the morning
Songs of Solomon
And Psalms
Yet poetry is taunting me, trying to reconcile with my past
A beautiful summer afternoon
Rains in razors as bullets cuts through them
I could see flames so cleanly animating in my eyes
Did not know whether to call it a crime or shooting games
Yet poetry is taunting me, trying to reconcile with my past
A beautiful girl next door
“Lion king; Hakuna Matata! Aint’ no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days”
A beautiful girl next door
Speaking English to a death ear
But I listen to words, home so big than my thoughts
Ko ‘Pen’
Sunday “biscop” time, just in time to escape
This presents situations, “My father was a hero”
Do you know it too?
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2OO poems
To my 2OO women
Living legacy for my 2OO generations
Hopping falling in divisions
Written 2OO letters
Sharing 2OO words
Tip toeing restoring 2OO reasons
Asking words a shivering my heart
Beating in 2OO beats
Figure’s broken in 2OO bones
Still possessed in exorcism in 2OO curses
Flashes
Camouflage
Splashes
Reflections in 2OO spectrums
Defining illusions in 2OO ways
Footsteps toll and telling 2OO stories
That Athens builder up ruins in 2OO Africans ruins
Ruining in war if 2OO Zulu warriors
Speculating the future in 2OO dreams
Wearing stripped t-shirt,
In 2OO stripes
In front of 2OO people
Residing 2OO poems,
In 2OO rhymes lyrically flowing in 2OO speed
Driven fast cars in 2OO roads,
Near 2OO cars
Causing, collisions!
Conquering in 2OO earths!
Teaching Eve in 2OO Adams to be even
Even them doing Shakespeare in 2OO poems
On land late thoughts in 2OO brains
Throwing gangs
And guns in 2OO bullets
Pulling pools in different shorts
In a 2OO balls, having no balls to his guts
Gates opened its path of opportunist
In 2OO ambitions
Swelling soils
In 2OO stones
Burned in a cool
In 2OO coolies
In procession of 2OO ploughs,
Escapism from 2OO poems
CHAPTER 1 : POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.
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