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Poetic Ink Morepje Poem
In my hand the ink drips, commotional emotions at large , patches has failed. Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear, fussed drops of lethal dose, push me to the edge, for adrenaline chokes my conscience, lead tracks, perforation of daunted untrampled dark corners of my mind, diffuse me from this dungeons, let the near and afar witness and preserve my presence for days have surpassed other unrecorded,
I'm poetic ink, unleash and infiltrate the soul for the present to inherit the marks, was just an ink, they said, a Lil to their knowledge, it's a force to be reckoned with, if today imparts none, Tommorow might be in vain, shallow and void, the ink drips, feed the soul for the mind is unguided and clouded by rage, assert the uncertain, pull me closer for the desire is ravenous.
Hand me the cannon, mass distraction at need, I blow the missiles my presence is not for the immediate but the wild and beastly, human essence at awe, look and listen, read and understand, this ink echoes, wisdom and intellectual, breed the inbred,
my crime would not go unpunished, spilling the ink is my servitude, don't wanna account for my silence, for I'm delegated, to empty this ink before my return, dust to dust, ash to ashes, none must pass here before bowing and acknowledging the spillage
#Poetic_Ink
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#The_void
You don't know how I feel right now, you might as well take the gun and start shooting at me, tip toeing, tale chasing ain't my thing, I'm just in void, I stuck in this absence, your absence from me
everything around me reminds me of you, everything I touch, I look at, I just see you here and there, your presence is everywhere and in everything I do and say, found myself calling your name and realised you are not here to answer, but this void
Pinch me and tell me this ain't a dream, a nightmare I say, found myself back chatting, scolding myself for being here when you are that away from here, say I'm losing my mind, If not myself in this void
Please get here before I lose what I can't afford to lose , maybe you will find a shell of me, dried up and hopeless to resuscitate, nothing left of me, to find
My crime was, falling, falling with my whole and now I'm losing a piece of me daily, with every day you are not here by my side, get back here before this void grows gigantic and becomes impossible to contain further
I need you here, right now, to pull me out of my longing, thought I could sustain my endurance of waiting but it seems I'm cheating myself coz I'm literally, if not constantly and blatantly failing
Rescue me from myself, for you made me realize my deepest fear, fact that I can't live without you, this void keeps taking and taking away from me, If not me holistically, my courage my firmness and quickly swifting off from fingers, the person I thought I was
Maybe I'm becoming weak, my deepest fear, you being my weakness, rush here before I lose my worst, the ability to stand my ground, this void is taking a toll on me, please fill this void
#Poetic_ink
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#I'm_not_perfect_but_I'm_worth_it
I'm not perfect but I'm worth it, I'm working on it, I go up, I go down, through your eyes, I see my picture, your soul perfected, believe you me, I'm trying to fit in, but demons in my spirit wakes me at night, commanding me to stray, you don't know my internal battles, I'm at war with myself
Maybe I'm still resistant to accept that you are now part of me, still holding tight to my longly fate, maybe it was planted so deep, with it's roots still echoing to cores of my soul, maybe I'm afraid to let go off my demons and let your halo cleanse me
I'm far from perfection, lean closer and see how dedicated I'm trying to dismantle the walls chocking my freedom to let in, to accepting change and being one with it
No day goes by, without strangling my self to sleep, when how hard I try to be the projected light your eyes, reflects of me, it's not easy believe you me, I turn restless through the night, bashing my flaws
I fear, this golden moment with you might slip through my fingers before I win this battle in me, but believe you me I'm putting the effort and hours to walk with clear mind into our new bond
Wish you would try to listen with purpose, and hold my hand and assure me that we will fight this together, and hear you say perfect doesn't exist for to be human is to err
Wish you bear with me, as I untangle off my demons, my fears and insecurities, wish you not only understand but assure me that we are in this together, come what may
I'm not perfect but I know there's more good in me than my imperfections, and you too knows that, me taking ownerships of my flaws, it's me with one leg on the staircase to fixing myself, please don't bash me for acknowledging my flaws
I'm not perfect but worth it, I wear my flaws like crown on head, wish life came with manual to nevigate better, maybe I would align with every box in your wish list, a perfect version of me. Allow me to be your Rome, and try to build me each day, I'm fragile, I'm not perfect but I'm worth it
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#Conversations_in_the_corridors
Listen with caution, these corridors have deep explicit voices whispering some mind boggling conversations, erruptive spine chilly giving conversations, lies of good nothings, if these corridors could speak and show screenshots, world war 3 of nothing but hatred and anger, would commence, marriages would end, careers would end, friendships would end
but not all negativity roams these corridors, within these corridors words of encouragement are shared, love is explored, hugs are shared, laughters are shared, even tears are wiped
Within these corridors, today mersmerization hooked me, felt a hole in my brain, my joints stagnant, tongue stuck to my palatals, hypnotized for some seconds if not minutes, felt like a toddler bubbling up, instead of speaking meaningful words, caught in the tongues foreign to that very moment
Voices mirrored in the corridors, whispered stater for conversation, nothing not common to them, a simple good morning, almost crippled my sanity for a moment, even words ran low as meaning making one's got stuck in my mouth
Adding stats to the already burdened corridors, these lingering conversations interjects and keeps giving detours to innocent conversations, hoped to leave a smile to the pool of the corridors conversation, an engrave of nothing but mind easing memory
These corridors keep evoking conversations in me, every time I walk by, maybe these conversation have enough amplitude and becomes contagious, catching everyone who walks by. Blame me not, for being vulnerable, maybe it's a human thing, to create convesations in these corridors
Today, I too laid my brick to the stack, and maybe soil to the grave, hope I build something worthwhile not buried before birth, for the tongue can either abort before birth or erect a tomb for memories to visit not matter how long it's was erected, but mine lasted seconds if not minutes
Conversations in these corridors, got to me today, hope tomorrow they treat me better
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#Been_sleeping_with_the_lights_on
Been sleeping with the lights on, images of you, not being right next to me, haunts me in the darkness, I want you to know that you are all I need, believe me, though my actions on the contrary, my inner battles overwhelms me, daily
I know me exploding at any given chance, leaves you with constant blisters, I pray they turn not into scars, so not to constantly remind you of my flaws, wish I woke up one day, a better man for you, to love you the way you deserve to be loved, treat you well enough to last our lifetime
Hate being your constant source of pain and disappointments, hate failing to keep you happy at all times, hate not being man enough to handle woman of your value, hate shutting you out from inner emotions, my real insecurities battles
Hate constaly apologizing for wronging you, for savaging your fragility, for making you shed your tears, something I never wished to be the reason for, it's clear I keep failing to be what you envisioned of me, to you but please allow me learn to fix my flaws, help me into becoming what is ideal for your heart, mind and worth
Wish to learn to love you better, to trust you more, to value you more, to love you enough, to allow you access into my deepest fears
I guess is true, I'm not good one to understand but still I need love, for I'm just a man, with his emotional emperfections and don't want you to leave, I want you to hold my hand instead
I want you, to stay me, for you are all I need, this ain't love if you are not in it with me, I need you more in my life than anything in the world, been sleeping with the lights on
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#My_intentions_are_pure
I think I made it obvious, think I made it very clear, that I was here to build, to restore and to love, to share the lil im offered, if not my entirity, my intentions laid bare on the table for you to dissect and make your own conclusion, in my heart there's nothing concealed except sharing it only with you.
From afar I may look troublesome, maybe is the distance you taking towards me, a distance I have created, the wall you build around you to protect yourself, aginst me, I know my imperfections and have made peace with them, brake that wall and get closer, closer to be able to hear and see clearly true resembles of my heart and intentions, trust is like Rome, a day can never be enough to built it
If my intentions were to harm, long would I have failed my calling, for I'm obligated and mandated to love, to protect and share my heart with the near and afar, long have I being your most uncomfortable space to be around, your danger but deep inside me, heaven can attest I intended not, maybe to be human is to err, like the image I was made from
It's cold here and gets more colder with watching you from a distance , maybe a distance with my actions I have pushed you to, but your presence fills the gaps, the absence and takes away the coldness, my heart coldness, my peace stability, gaze back and watch how lost and restless my soul and life are, open your heart and forgive my wrongs for I'm striver into perfection.
Look pass my wrongs and allow me to mend my ways, change my approach for intentions in me are ready to learn to fix and do things right this time around if not better
Open thy heart, thy mind and thy soul to see clearly the real position and intentions of my heart towards you, thought I was clear, obvious that in you I blossom, germinate as a new seed of starting all over again, this time for the better if not greatness, see through me, dissect my inner intensions, for my intentions are pure
#Poetic_Ink
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#I_am_boy_away_from_home!
Like a bird, when one day its obligated to leave the nest and learn to fly by itself, learn self-reliance and survival, face the unfamiliar, the horror's of men and predators, stormy winds and thunders, wrath of God and human
but then, I am jst a boy away from home, away from parents, siblings, I mean, loved ones, away from familiarity and commoness. Swallowd and gnawed by schooling, small and robust cities and towns, townships and communities, tribals and multiracials
call it change of scenery, but this is drastic and enormous, never mind chanllenging and demanding. I had to grow fearthers, more thick soles and engrave courage to my conscience, forge muscles and serious face, paint my purity and naiveness dark and strong
walk sideways with beasts, exchange feasts with fear. Call myself man, a young adult, but then how mature is enough, with all strong and wise, nevermind greatest, crumbling at one stage, when life throws grenates and devastations, instead of fruits and harmony
how strong am I required to be, how brave must I be, how long should I keep persuing? Then why are we born in the first place, if we live to strive, I mean, thrive for better and survival, all endurance and devotion, even in the literally impossble, I don't wanna be a boy away from home but then who suppose to be man? But then, this journey weighs heavy on me, my mind and hope in shambles, this tiny body of mine just can't bear more but then I'm boy away from home
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#The_10_years_of_EFF_existence
For weariness of being, a baton fell so hard on African soil, the barking of dogs so loud, defeaning one man conscience, the heaven asked who is worthy to lead the hopeless and promises ravaged-minds and hearts, of Azanian child,
From a savaged past, tattooed with disappointment and deception and backstabbing by those he trusted, in the midst of leaders masquerading to serve,
a formation, unshackled from the dungeon of bruised yesterday, a red regalia so vicious and unequivocally unwavering, took the fore front, and became a voice to the voiceless, a backbone for the weak and frail and ones fear have incarcerated.
My ground catches tremors, I hear voices of reason, breaking lose my bones, a wound has festered, Thomas Sankara, Kwame Nkruma, Fidel Castro, Chris Hani, Gaddafi, Mugabe, an African Renaissance hailing and bowing gratitude that at last a seed has fallen to mzansi soil and now its starting to germinate fruits of hope, their long forgotten and burried vision for every African child,
many voices across the globe shaken to their pans, a revolutionary movement has been unearthed, to cut loose generational chains and norms of man-made political and economical bonds, to an azanian child
they say Rome was not built in a day, to date its 10 years, since inception, the light long overdue at the end of a colour being tunnel, in my head I hear a shona man from Zimbabwe saying "pongoane pongoane" a bit by bit, the foundation has been laid, it's only a matter of time until the vision is realized and africans awakened and African child received his biological birth right, his land and economic freedom
the tracks before me are vivid, mother African is only a matter of time, the glory of your seed brings to life your hope and wish for your own, the economic freedom fighters on the forefront the gloves are off, until the vision is not only realized but accomplished,
the working class, the students, the poor of the poorest, the hoe is on the ground by force this world shall realize the dream, the time is now or never EFF is the force to be reckoned with and epitome for every Melani child
#EFFTurns10
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#Sekani
To North Africa we went, when names of the current generation made no sense, we took to ourselves to bring not only Africa back to us but joy and laughter, peace of mind that every family thirst for
Our Egyptian genealogy called to be recognised, within the bottom layers of their pyramids, engraved with braze, ancestors that refuse to go unrecognized, "Sekani" they said, spiritual stability comes wrapped in joy and laughter, with this baton in your family, history shall surely be rewritten
I delve deep into my spiritual realm, traces of tracks like glow in the dark, their feet prints illuminates, and their hand marks hardened on the cement that build those pyramids, chants voices of reason, the struggle was won, in your generation Sekani shall reign, our history shall be reimagined and this time for a greater liberated purpose, spiritual enlightenment, we were, we are and we still gonna be the spiritual beings and leaders
Sekani seed to our next generation, from forces to be reckoned with, you need not royalty to declare your reign, by force the dream of my our ancestors through you shall bare fruits of spiritual liberation, where ancestors will be glorified for their remarkable roles to every African being, we chose to call you Sekani, for a good name leads a good role
Like the pyramids of Egypt, your course shall reign until Africa returns to it's original glory, where our ancestors will be hailed and given the respect due to them, by every human of this universe, in your name we plant, for the former, the current and the yet to come
In my heart and your mother's, like Phoenix the the spirit rises, in our veins the joy and laughter runs deep, dissipating every doubt this world has fed and doomed us with, In you, our hope lies, our faith resides and happiness born
Take this baton son, the world awaits you to brighten the darkened sides and give life back to hopes long burried by the dark agents, of those who said we will amount to nothing, you will be not to prove a point but to glow your aura of hope to the darkened and forever weeping hearts and souls, of our joint families, Sekani from Morepje and Bekezulu to the world
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#My_intentions_are_pure
I think I made it obvious, think I made it very clear, that I was here to build, to restore and to love, to share the lil im offered, if not my entirity, my intentions laid bare on the table for you to dissect and make your own conclusion, in my heart there's nothing concealed except sharing it only with you.
From afar I may look troublesome, maybe is the distance you taking towards me, a distance I have created, the wall you build around you to protect yourself, aginst me, I know my imperfections and have made peace with them, brake that wall and get closer, closer to be able to hear and see clearly true resembles of my heart and intentions, trust is like Rome, a day can never be enough to built it
If my intentions were to harm, long would I have failed my calling, for I'm obligated and mandated to love, to protect and share my heart with the near and afar, long have I being your most uncomfortable space to be around, your danger but deep inside me, heaven can attest I intended not, maybe to be human is to err, like the image I was made from
It's cold here and gets more colder with watching you from a distance , maybe a distance with my actions I have pushed you to, but your presence fills the gaps, the absence and takes away the coldness, my heart coldness, my peace stability, gaze back and watch how lost and restless my soul and life are, open your heart and forgive my wrongs for I'm striver into perfection.
Look pass my wrongs and allow me to mend my ways, change my approach for intentions in me are ready to learn to fix and do things right this time around if not better
Open thy heart, thy mind and thy soul to see clearly the real position and intentions of my heart towards you, thought I was clear, obvious that in you I blossom, germinate as a new seed of starting all over again, this time for the better if not greatness, see through me, dissect my inner intensions, for my intentions are pure
#Poetic_Ink
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