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Manyama Phala Poem
I have Sinned
I have eaten from the garden of Eden
Pleasured the sweetness of the forbidden fruit
Served in the Kingdom of The Harlot
With a sign on the front door
"enjoy with responsibility"
Today i confess a great Sin
Within me now, lies a serial killer
A beast feeding on my red blood cells
Death is my friend,Graves are my home
Chaos is the fire burning in my veins
The sweet fruit turned bitter
I blew a kiss
Beautiful roses and butterflies turned away
They used to laugh with me
Now they laugh at me
In darkness like a dog with a leash on
my neck tied to the branch of a tree
I tried to cut my jurney short
The hidden secret for generation has broken free
Disobedience taunt my mind
while my heart burns in hell
I slipped and fell now i broke
my back,like an isolated dessert flower on
fertile soil but does not germinate Seeds
Traveling alone on the road to doom
hoping to see a glow, on the wedding date
I made my vows'till death do us part'
Indeed it will.awaiting rebith is like waiting
for the sun to rise from West and set at East
Ohh, what an ugly Sin to commit
but a sweet fruit to taste
penned by madikana Rodney(manyama phala)
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Manyama Phala Poem
My eye's dont lie from a distance i thought i
saw an angel dressed in white, as she came closer
like the morning sun her hips swift left and right like
leaves of a blossom tree bleu by the wind,she smiles like
a thousand roses picked from the botanical garden of Rosslyn
i thought to my self that spring came early this year.
Equipped with big bold beautiful eyes with so much light
in them, like X-ray visions i bet she can see right through
my soul as my heart beat like drums of Africa.Her eyes sparkling
like stars of the milky way ,accompanied by the clear blue sky
on a rainy day.
I thought her name was Lisa,she smiles like Mona-Lisa
carved exceptional so, it was obvious that she was architected
by Mary, crafted by Joseph himself then, then she became a
product of God.
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Manyama Phala Poem
The promised land,land of sweet honeycomb,
chocolate fountains,the land of green pastures
paradise it is,were jinnee's make their own wishes
fairie's make dreams come true.
Toddlers depart on a journey of a thousand miles,
forbidden path, through the valley of darkness destination
the promised land,Evil roam among the living,phantoms
zombies present in the absence of sight.the choosen once
pleasure the sweetness of Hot chilli pepper,faith conquers
fate,the mist have gone the light shines from the promised land
Ahead lies the river of Jordan,those who arrived on Oxen
travelled on paved path of roses and butterflies,enjoyed the singing
of birds, embraced by the ocean of stars and crystal moon
shall feel their hearts ripped from their bodies,dreams shattered
not all shall cross the river Jordan,they will be consumed, punishment
awaits them for they have sinned.they will set foot on the land of hope
as slaves,living of the sweat of their mates.bitter consequences of
deception and Ignorance.
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Manyama Phala Poem
My love is no myth but pure facts
As love is sweet in night
my heart lungs for you
In silent moments only the sound
of your touch.
Under the clear blue sky.
The silver apple moon smiling
down on us.
as you whisper sweet something
in my ears.i can see the stars feeling
jealous
I was never tought love was so strong
After so many years, my heart still skips
a beat when i lay my eyes on you.
Somewhere along a beach coast
lies a heart on sand, in it i declar
my love for you.
You and i like day nd night never meet
The sun shared the sky with the moon
Those were the good days.
You left me like lost shoes,now i walk
bear foot in a field of thorns.
I was never tought love was so strong
I cried oceans for you,happiness seem
ancient in me.tears like a river flowed
washing aways the smile on my face.
Heald wounds eternal scars.
Jesus will come back and we shall be
together again.
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