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I brought her back
I brought her back into my life
and now I can't even close my
eyes for a second, her eyes are
the only sensory which can see
if I'm telling a truth or lie.
She was gone, lost, and i was
crying, and now she is back I'm
stressed she's too expensive I
can't even afford her mainten-
ance if she happens to be in a
breakdown.
I brought her back, she disappears
for a minute, no one can even tell
which street,door was last seen ent-
ering , for she's so beautiful and ma-
ny regard her as a valued target, so
is true, ' being naive is same as being
blind,' I miss her in a worst way.
Her lips so magical when we locked we
were transformed into our own world,her
skin so fluffy in her arms I fell asleep for
she is like a towel made of a fine wool so
curly from Egypt. come night for with her
my dreams are no longer of nightmares
but the ones I aspire not to wake-up for.
She is whiter than a snow, I lick her from
toes to head, her body is well made I can
tell the creator really took his time on cre-
ating such a creature, when she walks she
shakens the walls of Paris,oh,so her legs
were made to carry her gracious body.
Her beauty is of that woman in the bible
called Sarah where even Abraham for the
sake of his life to be spared he said she is
her sister, not knowing what God gave to
him not even kings can have in their arms
or rather to even share a bed with.
She is my lady, she is my queen, my lover,
my wife.
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You sun the blanket of the orphans, so early in the morning melting down the snow to breastfeed the ground to humans you bring back consciousness, purpose of living and hope that tomorrow so much will happen in a bright way for the up coming days.
You are the only light which was seen in the beginning, seen by our forefathers to get healing from. The only medication which was good in vitamin -D,where by it works were done, missions accomplished,brains active because of you till today.
Those with no homes to live in, with you they bask for comfort. Their hopes never die because they know you will always come back for them so they can finish what they have started. You bring forth warmth like a wool in need of women to innovate something with their hands which can give aid in the neighbourhoods.
Their homes are cardboards, plastics, some they use bridges for refuge. They have no walls, that's their only walls to call their homes. When you set down on the hills around 17H30pm their tears starts to come out,cause they know that a night to them is a torture, a song they have always hated to dance for. A ghost they have seen once but always a nightmare to their dreams. There is no peace, no silence, all they hear is a sound of teeth, shivering, for only coldness is their everynight disease.
But they always live with hope because of you, sun.
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I'm trying to breath but it's hard to, living
in this world like being trapped behind d-
oor corner. Seeking for a light but still it's
like living in a night where a day will never
come, really, yeah, I'm stucked like a car in
need of a rope to be pulled to its owner.
Who is with heart to take me to the hills, ma-
ybe I can see a clear view than this mist I'm
faced with, my tears simply means you are t-
he one I need to get help from,come hold my
hand maybe this journey won't be so hard like
when I was alone.
They said,' two can accomplish twice as much
one can; they get a better return for their labour
.' If two under same blanket can gain warm from
eachother, then how one can; now I need you, for
strange nights and seasons are coming, this is a
task I must work out like ants preparing for winter,
better early than late.
I did try to run but it was like just walking,did try
to see but just before my toes, opened my ears
and heard nothing. I'm living in a cage of pains
so you come take me out, there's no cure without
someone's hand to reach for help, I'm burning like
a siner thrown in hell, oh,God help me.
I'm being insulted like a dog, come this voices are
hurting my ears I can't even focus on what I'm doi-
ng ,give me a drop of water even if it can be with a
tip of a nail I would appreciate that; this place is fire
,I'm lost I can't even tell this is a place I killed a boy
in my within to a man I'm, oh,I'm shouting come and
tow me up; can't face all this ridicules,isolation,enmi-
ty,stupidity,and such death alone, God come save my
soul.
You chose me not only this world,you had a purpose
about me,now let me be fruitful before mankind to fu-
lfill what was said by you when I was still in a womb
of my mother,let me not feel so trapped, take me into
your house like you did to David, let me fight with faith
for things I desire like Jacob/James did, give me power,
Oh,Lord that I may not be towed but to tow myself up,
let me burn like fire where no evil would take chances
about my soul, for my body is your church.Oh,I need you
Lord.
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Remember me when the hands of this world turns to be so rough on your tiny little body,when the troubles of this world weighs you down, while it would have been better if you were sinking in the rivers of bakwenas than to be smashed by the dryness of this world.
Remember me when the love you were given not by me turns to be like thorns of that strange tree you have always seen as the most strange tree.Remember my name when all the names when you are about to call your tongue taste them in a very bitter way.
Remember me when you find no comfort in this world, call my name in your nightmare dreams of the night and you shall find some of the latters as your pillow something to lean and find comfort in.Remember me when everyone passes away mostly those you regarded as your loved ones.
Remember me as I'll remember you.
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There by the corner looking at you,so precious you looked,I couldn't help myself but to just come straight to you inorder to express what I couldn't trap,such a feeling. I have been thinking been about you , that day when I met you. You were so lively, you were like a quicksilver , a worth coin many have been looking for couldn't find even today still looking for, so naive not knowing is already found by me.
In the beginning I was like a tramp,but since I met you, now I know i have a home. Take me into your heart, where all the riches will be called on me. Looking at you , so beautiful I couldn't even had a word to can describe your beauty,you were like an Angel, that's the only word I had to describe your whole. You had the stillness ,and calm of a fine woman, what a great you have brought into my life,that happiness so vasting.
If by chance I can hold you now, I would gently stroke your fluffy hair with my peasant hands to feel that smell of it ,so pleasant I felt that day. I never knew where I was going,but after I met you, I knew the purpose of the journey so long the road it has been. To you I was led by God to meet you, to have you in my life.
So never as for we may never know what so precious God has in store for us, leave all to be a surprise , for I had you as a surprise. I love you, dear. Take me in your world, for I'm all yours.
Looking at her,my queen,lover, my wife.
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In this rough timing of time
help me find myself cause
sometimes it's even hard for
my eyes to can search for
you . I last remeber had a
clear view but now believe
me when I say I'm utterly
blinded.
If I would say I was mugged
still believe me cause now I
don't know where I have been
,do I even know my name; I'm
not sure but tell me who am I
for your face I can tell you are
of my blood line,so help me
find myself.
Still leaking wounds of liberation,
still leaking wounds of brutality,
looking at this whole and I feel lost
at times help me cause I can't help
myself. Hold me brother for I'm
leaving my whole,for with your touch
surely I don't know where I have
been but I know that I'm coming.
Help me find myself for now my
family would be looking, asking for
me,help me for my woman is crying
rivers of tears I can hear her scream
killing my ear drums.Help me find my-
self for I might have been used to so
far by the ghosts of the old centuries.
Help me find myself for I would do the same
if I were in your shoes.
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Our beautiful country.The country of our grand,grandmothers and fathers.The country where our parents said are about to make their family plans,the country which held all our roots our ancestors.
A small place which you cannot leave and stay far away from it,because if you leave it you will come to it with full of regrets because of what you have done leaving it. A place where no one see success but not knowing that it's itself a success of their dreams,future and thoughts in their daily lives.
Our land, our mother, home,home where we all belong from,our hearts where have started to see life at. World our pride, light,love and big full of wisdom. Our land for blacks,coloured,whites,and for all whom are willing to live their lives in.
Our soul, without it we are lost,staying faraway from it we are weak,poor, and not worthy. We belong here, in our country.
Our country.
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If it's all about love stars would light up through the night and the moon also,sky becomes blue for those in the darkness but willing to fell in love also,so in the books of relationships they would know they have registered.
And the sun would light up in the morning to help those with no mission but willing to make something better for their lives so they can reach to what they want to be,with their thoughts so hungry accompanied with hopes for better future.And them to be loved too.
The rain will rain falling down to the soil to materialize the land so the plants can produce more without having any doubt, knowing that they will become green in colour in which such will be as a sign of health ,rather being dry and poor.
If is all about love !
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No rain in a field God can't
feed a world full of bost and
pride,dry ground that's a sign
of his anger yet no one is willing
to do what is godly.
Humans don't fear god anymore
,they fear the most living in a sea
set to be giving riches on earth
only when worshiped,heard a roaring
voice of a most high, saying',in that
time I shall use my big sword to destroy
that beast living in a sea.' Word was
heard though no one seems to take
such into consideration,and I tell we shall
wait for his great punishment.
His will is cutting off bit by bit cause no
one does according to his will, I saw
that warning through sings;uncurabel
sickness,inhuman deeds,and killing of
eachother only few years, but still
there's no way foward,as I plead we got to
change our old ways of doing, in tht way
believe God would forgive us an bless us
with rain like he used to before, for our crops
to grow.
We know your anger, we plead you forgive us
as you have said',an enemy that needs my
help shall reunite with me by asking for
forgiveness .' Dear Lord forgive us as you
know the pure of some of our hearts ,don't
punish us due to how great others continue
to sin, Amen.
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