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...............pluck,she loves me
Pluck,She loves me not
Pluck,She loves me
A single petal on the daisy is left untouched."fluck!!"
Admant that a third time should be a charm
He curbs the rules a bit
.....Pluck,she loves me a lots!
His stoney face cracks up with a smile
And eyes starts emitting rays of joy
A frown decorating his countenance a few moments ago
Dissipates and disappear
He refuses to hearken to the voice of fate
The Voice of fate echoed by her words
The words "I'm sorry ,we just wouldn't work "
And tunes his brain to think only how they are meant to be
How there is no other outcome save for that possibility.
He would chase that wind for the rest of his life.
Never catching it
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Have you ever watched a loved one die
Have you ever wished a loved one rather really died
To witness the one you knew in his might slowly become an enervated zombie
It is heart wrenching.
A miniature Atlas I esteemed his world high
Held it up to where it touched lips with the sky
Godlike in my eyes
He was devine,majestic,cool
Celestial,I looked up to him
His capabilities ran infinite
It was the saddest to find out one day that the one I thought could do no wrong,erred.
It is a must that we all eventually come to a revelation that all our idols are mere men of flesh
But to have them fall and shatter to pieces of rock
It is traumatising to a boy
God couldn't you have spared me the same fate
Stumbling in through the doors late in the nights
Eyes red
Reeking of alcohol
Rambling on
All pathetic
Tragic
I swear the sight of you in a coffin could have scarred me less
Where is the person I knew
You are here but not really
Copyright © Tshiamo Jood | Year Posted 2018
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Have you ever watched a loved one die
Have you ever wished a loved one rather really died
To witness the one you knew in his might slowly become an enervated zombie
It is heart wrenching.
A miniature Atlas I esteemed his world high
Held it up to where it touched lips with the sky
Godlike in my eyes
He was devine,majestic,cool
Celestial,I looked up to him
His capabilities ran infinite
It was the saddest to find out one day that the one I thought could do no wrong,erred.
It is a must that we all eventually come to a revelation that all our idols are mere men of flesh
But to have them fall and shatter to pieces of rock
It is traumatising to a boy
God couldn't you have spared me the same fate
Stumbling in through the doors late in the nights
Eyes red
Reeking of alcohol
Rambling on
All pathetic
Tragic
I swear the sight of you in a coffin could have scarred me less
Where is the person I knew
You are here but not really
Copyright © Tshiamo Jood | Year Posted 2018
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I can imagine anybody dying,
I can attach and sew like a cloth
Any face to a lifeless corpse
Except that of my mama
I try to picture her gone
My brain slips into darkness
And thought ceases
Until my ears hear her sweet voice again
Its true, death is our common fate
A destiny we all share
It is not hunger to terrorize only the poor
But a spear swift to pierce even palace doors
But my mama who has always been there
To just one day dissapear into a crack in the earth....
Lord take me
It can never be
It would never be
Mama will live forever
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7.Stranger Affair.
Reading between the lines of the end credits,
I realise I never knew you.
I could have asked but I was staring at you through the screen.
A one way mirror to identify the criminal who hurt me.
However, hurt people hurt people
So it was said men and women can't be friends,
And how we ended up a stranger affair.
A fatal attraction to the uncanniness of what shouldn't be,
And the good intentions of what we think is meant to.
A short stop along the wrong path at the spot where we'd secretly meet.
I have the option to move on,
Still I give myself up to hope...
That it isn't my ego that cannot cope,
As I try to recall having it all.
Throwing my voice only to find you are no longer my puppet ,
And I cannot pull at the strings of your heart anymore.
It would kill my girl to find out how I live for the chase.
Players only love when they are playing the game,
So femicide and misandry in the battle of the sexes is passed off as good sport.
I guess I forgot how to engage people any other way.
My girl is focused on the ring and does not know I'm a people pleaser,
Without any actual friends I haven't want to over.
I am a merchant by the side of the road selling souvenirs,
Replicas of the truth to bring it all home.
Relative to my greed is a little profit for me to buy a wife.
At least until she finds her worth.
She deserves the world,
But I couldn't let Michal go free because a promise counts.
As we try to figure what's the deal with women.
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4.In Time.
I find myself looking forward to the future,
Anticipating all our problems.
How we will fix them 'cause I have so much hope in us.
Trusting our belief in God,
Yet not knowing how I feel about how different we sometimes are.
While we are so alike where it matters,
I'm trying to figure out how not to die a little inside over the little things I overthink.
'Cause I'm such a whimsical weirdo
And you the coolest girl in class.
I come with insecurities I haven't told you about,
While you are a mother and the oldest child.
I need to get a grip and you need to let loose,
So let me twirl you amidst a field of daisies.
I would have loved to have a picnic and do taxes with you.
These are just my ideas,
Do you want to tell me what to do?
Your father set you a good example of what a man is,
but I had to learn to love myself as a human being.
I will till the soil should I have to,
But do you want to come and build sandcastles with me.
I have found love is not a compromise,
But a commute.
So let's always come home to our fragile dreams in our off days.
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9.Lovebirds.
Though I would rather you be a stork, offering me a baby or two,
You are graceful as the majestic Flamingo.
Supporting a far reaching wingspan,
You always land on your own two feet in a showcase of strength.
Your colours bleed out into the horizon of a day well spent.
I like the view from behind eclipsing the sun.
You unfairly suffer the red dust,
Because the heavens won't abide one more celestial body in the sky.
You remain a star illuminating my life.
I stared at you too long, and now you're burned into my retinas
Blinding me with love, unable to forget you.
I never want to be the one to clip your wings,
Just make sure you always come back home, here next to me.
We will put all our eggs into this single basket
Cause anything else falls short and is dragged out.
Baby, you are good in all things,
Except you won't let me see your under arm.
Don't be scared to shed your feathers in front of me.
Though it hurts to peck at,
We build our nest with the stubborn plumage from our chests.
We have only this season before it ends,
So let's take time to breathe for a second,
'Cause life hardly has a script.
The nature of things is that we just have to live our lives.
David Attenborough only ever narrated in the background.
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6.Konosuba: Is It Wrong for King David to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?.
My life is a psalm filled with poetic justice.
For all the giants I slew,
I still see myself in king Saul .
Consulting the dead on the self fulfilling prophecy of my falling on my sword.
Zombies accompany my harp with shrieks of Dolores O'Riordan,
As I seek to meditate on how life is a never ending war.
A short lived conquest over temptation,
A pyrrhic victory that claimed my sons.
All I'm left with are the lessons from proverbs,
The fear of God put in me, left from the boldness of youth.
Not any wiser, just sneakier.
Age bends spine when I just want to walk upright in Notre dame.
To stand up for love not having ever stood it up,
But I don't see how that is possible now.
I have gambled it away to earn myself this hatred.
I don't know where to start fixing the broken trust,
But if nothing else, believe I loved you.
If not, believe i loved you and a lot(...they really meant nothing,babe).
Holding a boom box on your front yard,
I bring the arc(k) home, dancing a fool outside you window.
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Red pill or blue pill?
Antipsychotic to calm the rage against machine,
And see the light of God.
A love I had only caught glimpse of.
She promised to fulfill the deepest desires of my heart .
Maybe from the start, we should not have leaned on our own understanding,
But it is not wrong to hope.
So we worked hard to make things work.
We made the call, and maybe hallucinated God on the other end.
A leap of faith that made us think we could reach heaven in one step.
When we were flying high it felt like we were.
Love had me blind like Neo,but I understood the coded language of her shy demeanor.
Like how she turned away when I tried to kiss her the first time...
I'm not a machine, so how could it not hurt.
A memory tucked away insecurely in the recesses of my mind.
We managed, however, to live long enough to see me become a villain
Threatening to break the dream we made into reality.
It's raining harder, my shoes are now full of water.
Yeah, we may have hit our ceiling with the dark clouds plastered ,
But then you kiss me and it's like a reset.
It feels like the start of a movie I've seen before.
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1.The Parable Of The First Son.
Struggle isn't a mistake,
But a beloved first child because there was no Plan b.
A bar raised as a measuring tape,
'Cause they grow up so fast.
And there's so much you could get wrong.
It is the eldest sibling raising parents to be better than.
It is my big sister talking about the then I cannot comprehend.
How I never had to, and I can be fine with everything being what it is.
It is how it's only a piece of her heart that my girl can ever give me,
She shares so much being her mother's child already.
I want to love her as much more,
But I'm still a middle child in my demands.
Threatening to twist the red thread of fate joining lovers into an umbilical cord.
The tug of war in our dysfunction and one more burden she has to bear.
It is Esau making mountains out of molehills his dwelling,
With the little blessings Isaac gave him.
It is the strength Leah had in a world not fair,
And Rachel sulking with resentment as a younger sister.
Being the oldest you learn to laugh in your conversation with God like Sarah,
Or do you deny your duty as your brother's keeper?.
Cleaning up the mess, it is hard to be impressed by hotel California.
Would, if she could, that we make our own beds.
You can check out, but can never leave.
The ties that bind us,
A stipulation written in red on my conscience.
Blood is thicker than water, so tears don't hold much weight
But it is then much easier to miss their accumulation
Till it is enough to kill us.
Was the madness of Jack Torrance perhaps anger?
What secrets the spirit of the child on a tricyle wishes it never knew?
She breaks down my doors as I shout to get her out of her trance,
We will not die this weekend.
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