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Mthetheleli Zizi Gwaza Poem
What Love Is Not
I was told but I should have known, warned but should have listened.
I decided to fly higher, facing the storms I stayed to my story,
Scared to face reality, I believed in fairytale. After all, love is blind, I said.
Questioned father's teaching and cursed mother's love, for what? I judged, what they know about love anyway.
Driven by ego I changed my ways, let me say, abandoned my teachings,
Good friends become enemies, deemed advice as jealousy from the giver.
Oh! Trapped by my eyes, I was blinded by bold lyrics of beauty and charm of pussy. To an end, I believed to the power of love to cross oceans, to touch the sky, feel the stars. I became a god to my goddess, ego the only way to go.
I should have known, I was told but I should have known,
Because I knew what love is, but never asked what love is not, maybe it was a little too late. My eagerness for what I know folded the reality... "Eagle can fly high, but it has to come down to drink". Except, there was no down to come to for my stupidity.
For I had no wings, after all, it was a fairytale, a comeback would be a fall. I should have known What Love Is Not
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I AM AFRAID
I cannot express my views anymore
Not stand in front of them anymore,
I use to be afraid but now I am afraid.
I use to be afraid of ghost at night,
Snakes, dogs but now I am afraid…
Afraid of my brother, afraid of my
Sister.
Sizothi kutheni na xa beziphathisa okwezinja?
I use to be afraid but now I am afraid
You go at hospital they take you,
Go at church they bomb the church,
At school they kidnap you…
I am afraid of getting out of line
Today I have a sharp weapon to
Kill.
God forgive me, devil come
Face me, talking failed me.
If it was illness I would cure it
If it was disease still cure it,
But it’s not a virus, not a
Sickness, its stupidity and
Humanity dying!
I AM AFRAID.
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Her beauty, no season.
No glum’s swing her day, from morning to sunset.
Stunning smile, hearted soul and perfection delineate her.
My expressions are belittled, no perfect lyrics can neither describe her darling.
When you feel weak, her sight brings worthy, an angel in disguise she is.
No-fault is found on her makeup, the classy dresses she wears-
Is found not on price tag, but on her body shape.
Many women wonder and compete, with a smile she glorifies and correct.
But I also wonder, I wonder if not did God rank angel with human’s, what beauty can be distinct to the definition itself?
If I was to find solutions, I’d conclude her secret is humbleness and personality…
Personality that brightens a sadness day.
If certainty be considered, her and only her beauty with no season.
Morning comes and goes, night and day also shift… the only God creation that be not tried is her beauty.
My point be clear… summer is hot and winter is cold, nonetheless
HER BEAUTY, NO SEASON
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YOU WORTH IT
Words cannot tell
Enemies cannot win,
Because your actions are powerful.
You the conquer, the survive
You amazing, Women you are worth it.
They strike you all looses break,
Your cry is the world outcry.
You deserve love, much more
Life, happiness and hope…
It is sad who you used to be
Compared to who you are.
Your only mistake is kindness,
They took it for granted, your
Body for market and started
Setting prices to your precious soul.
You showed Christianity when
They showed cruelty,
Too hell with them women you
Worth it!
Stop women abuse and raise with
Their pride, because you also as well
Worth it.
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Hey Beautiful
Hello Beautiful, is it of mankind or you just kind to a man.
Why is it every time I think of you, my heart pump flames
Isn’t that hell, where flesh survive fire for torture?
But hold, heart was none other to be dangerous, let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, to days back so am told, men never knew they'd love.
Nothing catchy, want pussy you'd cash in and love, love... Oh no,
that you'd die for. But isn't pussy what pushes us to love?
To see so men dying I bet not. Perhaps indeed, heart is none other than danger.
But hey Beautiful, your danger is Deja vu to my heart …
And I knew that the moment I first saw your smile. A smile brighter to shadow the sun,
Your sparkling eyes shifted oceans and oh before I knew it, my knees were shaking,
My body stumbled, words wouldn't come out,
Heard so many voices inside me whispering, telling me ain't man enough,
A shame and embarrassment. I was familiar with those words all my life I have been told.
Then I looked your way and I realized, really ain't just a man but Companion to a Beautiful. Since then I never looked the other way,
Hence in my eyes, you will always be beautiful.
Hello Beautiful, It's Zizi here
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Brace yourself, it's never back before dawn,
For dawn only pave the beginning of the end,
Call it calm before the storm, no men is ever stranger to love.
Like dawn the beggining of all love is calmly, intriguing experience
NO STRANGER TO LOVE...
Yet easy to turn to a stranger for love,
See what we know is a experience, what we seek an excitement
Sound of that ain't expression of sadness, yet no approval of sanity.
Sorry for the confusion, am no stranger to love, its detailed in the wording.
For the meaning is not the moment but found in the moment.
For I have loved, as it has been a day down heading to dawn.
Call it weakness but nature never tired of that cycle,
For why feeling should be shamed, when excitement awaits.
For how such excitement can be known when stuffed in the suffering of an experience.
Brace yourself, pickup the pieces, for no men is ever stranger to love,
So love, while at it, wait to love, for what we seek is an excitement,
Like dawn wait the experience, no men is ever stranger to love,
Let your love be your dawn, so when down to it, the stranger you turn to for love, is your lover.
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Bendingayini na ukuphawula?
Bendingubani na kwisininzi?
Ngoba kaloku wena usikhulisile isizwe
WOMAN MFAZI MBOKODO
Umthuthuzele umyeni esentlungwini
Umonwayile wamonwabisa ebunzimeni
Uhleli cakwakhe wamxhasa ezingxakini
Uzulile uzama ufuna ukufudumala
Uwakhile umzi wahlala nangona bekungemnandi
Ndingathetha ndithini ma ngawe mbokodokazi?!
Okulusizi uzilo lolwakho!
Okulusizi ubunzima bobakho,
intlungu ibekwe entloko udumo baluthathile
Yima uqine wena mama womntu
Yima uqine wena mfazi womntu
Yima uqine mdibanisi wemindeni
NGOBA YONA LENYANGA YEYAKHO
Intliziyo yakho mayigcwale yimincili
Umsebenzi wakho ubonwa ngabangebuthathaka.
Uthando lwakho lukwabaneqginqo
Udumo lwakho ludunyiswa naphezulu
Qina Mbokodo, Qina Mfazi, Qina Mzali
PHAMBILI NGOBUNTU!
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(Before you read, let me take through a little journey. I've written a number of pieces, "Her beauty, no season"; "Hey beautiful"; "What love is not"... these are to mention but a few. BUT THIS IS THE LAST PIECE, I will never write again, for all lyrics came from love, which by the way, is no more. Enjoy!)
A moment I Knew!
Life is beautiful, by its baffling nature of course,
It is priceless, till death at least. For death really proves what such life was worth
No, not in how memorable the funeral was, not in how luxurious the coffin was,
But in how such end brings pain, because that pain is a pain of love incapable of feeling for the living.
Because that pain is pain, we yet to know death feels, unless of course the dead is amongst us.
Now that is the moment I knew!
For we always say, ‘till death do us apart’, it’s a shame we never ask, death of life or death of love?
For now, I know, a death of a life is like a light went off, boom! But of love, is a flower left unwatered.
It dries to death, while life dries in death. Can you begin to imagine the pain? It’s the moment I knew, sadly!
I have heard many stories, dead life haunting the living, but I’ve seen worse, see dead love, don’t haunt the other, but itself. It’s unspeakable pain. I would know because, I left it unwatered, I would know because I watched it dry, I would know because there’s a moment I knew!
A moment where love like flower was abloom, where love like flower was angelic, where love like flower was cute! Oh, wait, hold on, I since been using ‘was’ for is no more. See death of life, brings pain of love incapable of feeling for the living, but death of love, perhaps it is what is meant by hell. For no moment I don’t see such death happens over and over again. For no moment, I don’t the see the flower dries out over and over again.
For all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: “It might have been!” Good bye my love, I will always allow the torture of such death to haunt me till am no more.
It’s the moment I knew… truly might have been yours, Zizi.
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I was told but I should have known,
warned but should have listened.
I decided to fly higher,
Facing the storms I stayed to my story,
Scared to face reality, I believed in a fairytale.
After all, love is blind, I said.
Questioned father's teaching and cursed mother's love,
For what? I judged, what they know about love anyway.
Driven by ego I changed my ways,
Let me say, abandoned my teachings,
Good friends become enemies,
deemed advice as jealousy from the giver.
Oh! Trapped by my eyes,
I was blinded by bold lyrics of beauty and charm of pussy.
To an end, I believed to the power of love to cross oceans,
To touch the sky, feel the stars.
I became a god to my goddess, ego the only way to go.
I should have known, I was told but I should have known,
Because I knew what love is, but never asked what love is not,
Maybe it was a little too late. My eagerness for what I know folded the reality... "Eagle can fly high, but it has to come down to drink"
Except, there was no down to come to for my stupidity.
For I had no wings, after all, it was a fairytale,
A comeback would be a fall.
I should have known What Love Is Not
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The rhythm is known even to the next generation
The rhyme has changed to a prophecy and fulfilled a nightmare
Nights become heavier, dreams started being empty, place of peace become a playground of vengeance.
The danger is to whom it is towards, because...
The shooter plays a victim scared to face reality of pulling the trigger.
Felt heartbeat turning to a ticking bomb...It was something I've seen before, somewhere I have been before.
Because I have always been told; men are stupid, heartless, and lost.
Now lost between two lives, I ask myself, Should I have?
Should I have fallen in love? But a man who cannot accept his faith in dying, such man risks losing his soul in darkness.
I know I am not a better man but for what remains of a man,
I accept the identity of the man I am, the man who should have never loved
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