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Dear You

When silence comes crawling in our lives
A repressed memory is relocated within our present thoughts.
Words that never been said comes out sharply like a razor blade
An unforgettable picture becomes a constant reminder of our failure to succumb our differences.
Failue to embrace the naked truth hidden deeply in our hearts.
Build up a wall of ignorance between us
We treat each other likes strangers.
How can we let the beast to tear us apart,
Carry on with our live like nothing happened.
Left with no reason.
Allowed our lives to be dictated by changing seasons.
I cannot let things be…I can let go without a fight.
We can get through this melachony that torture us through the night.
Just give me a chance to make things right.
I just meed time to remove the beast from my sight,
One day we can dance under moonlight
Paint colourful memories through the night
Write your name amongst the stars
Make you mine.HOld you tight in my arms.
Promise you to be by your side
No matter how hard it can be…because I LOVE YOU.

The monster

Can the past predetermine the future?
Why is the past keep recurring in the present?
Thoughts I’ve made peace with everything,
A single memory can exhume the wrath which is woven with worrisome feelings,
The monster always look for ways to put us on edge
superficially torture our souls with rage
forces us to alienate ourselves from reality
putting us in an utopian cage
filter our lives with great pain
then make us to become slaves within our own skins
Penetrating its sweet vengeance through our wild cravings for ecstacies.
Promising to put the mind at ease
surely the process of forgiving is never easy.
Finding the root of our anger requires time
The rise of conflict imprison us with doubts,
Slowly undressing our ego,leaving our bare soul tto experience the coldness of melancholy which is trapped within our unconscious mind.
Instead of moving forward, we feel like we are turning backwards.
Moving back in time of cruelty
What do we do to deal with this destruction?
Clotting our purest thoughts wuth confusion
One day we shall conquer the evil notives of this monster.
Its power is depended on us
Saturated with false implications.
then we are powerful beings, we can break the walls which stop us from enjoying life to the fullest.

Untold history

Time has pass, stars has fallen
The beautiful images of the sunset
Indoctrinated with the nature of the shattered dreams,
Lingering thoughts which stir the soul with great bitterness,
Deeply rooted with doubts,confusion,unpleasant thoughts which pushes humanity afar,
Accused of commiting a crime by just being different
Beginning to question their intelligence
Perceive their own brothers as enemies
Losing the essence of their deeply rooted culture
The sacredness of their culture being put on scale
Rated the lowest, classified as inferior
Who invited the beast to the feast?
He lacks the original cultural beliefs
His presence is surrounded by so much darkness
Tainted our purest minds with useless assumptions
Look where it got us…nowhere
Silence our kindness with foreign objects
Considered to nake our lives easier
Taking everything we owned
Yet he forgets that the scars will forever remain in our hearts and soul
Forever reminding us about our greatness
A remembrance which is engraved within our historical moments.
Our own stories.African stories
Let us sing the soung of peace
Forgive the wanderer(stranger) who sufferes fron a low self-esteem.
constantly seeking new ways to feed his appetite of being superior
Haunted by his own demons
Searching for a place to belong
Disturbed by unjustified beliefs
Do not laugh or mock another man foolishness
Kindly show him the right way as he was lost in the jungle surrounded by will animals.
Only his purest mind will save him.
His loss is not to be celebrated but to be used a learning experience
thus his courage deserve all the credit.

Magic

The darkest longing that submerge through the veil of our denial,
Leave our bodies aching…
Simply conceal us to a pursuit of our dreams,
Dreams full of passion,letting the purest mind to linger through temptations,
the power engraved inside our souls makes us create magic
the magic which is beyond human anticipation,
who we are…is known by only us.
The fire we make with our bodies
Enchant our soul with great happiness
The burning flames leaving my body electrified.
The music created by our beating hearts
could only be heard by the heart that listen.
Your sensual touch slowly taking away my innocence
Leaving my soul bare,
Exploring the supernatural forces that moves through our veins,
We carry on as if this is just a game
Eyes closed,our reunion giving me butterflies,
this engagement had become what I’ve fantasized
You’ve let me enjoy the taste of our lustful passion
slowly drifting away like a forgotten dream
Taste so sweet like strawberries
leaving me with great bitterness.

Good cry

Let me have a good cry
flood of tears,cleansing my soul
giving me a sense of awareness about how I feel…
releasing the pain locked inside the house of denial
hiding away the truth with my smile
silence suffocating me…
something without reach…
slowly killing my sensation and perception like a recreational drug,
the deal need to be terminated,
it took away my freedom,
everything felt wrong,
the conditions of the deal clouded my judgment
I failed to make sense of the attributions of our engagement,
You were never real…
you emerged through my dreams
showed me a perfect world I couldn’t anticipate
but you were just an illusion
you were never real…
Allow me to have a good cry
to calm myself from all the frustration you caused in my life,
I don’t blame you
I blame myself for being so kind.
a good cry is the rebirth of new ideas,perspective and a new beginning
tears don’t just fall down for no reason
they bring healing…but with a dose of patience
all will make sense.

Forbidden Fruit

Leave your soul with darkest desires
pulling you closer to deception,
Perpetuated with unbearable temptations
A decision need to be made..
Experience exist to test your fate,
Your mind cannot think straight.
Hands touching,stroking
Leaving the body burning
Fragility,vulnerability sinking in…
Your pride wanting you to be virtuous,
while you cannot resist the sweetness of his castle
Lust buried deep
giving you wild dreams
the power of his magic makes you weak
releasing the numbness with his electrified hands.
his memory haunt your dreams,
leaving you longing to taste his sweet lips with a kiss,
his presence drowning you in the ocean of wild ecstasy
the darkest longing blinds you,
Making you to take a trip to your own grave,
the light shown on his face
makes you weak on your knees
You call his name through your sleep
You forget that he can easily tempt you to commit a bad deed,
He can grant you a pleasurable moment lasting for a minute,
leaving your heart with coldness
the forbidden fruit could take away your greatest happiness
never make a deal with the devil
the fruit is poisonous
walk away from the goodness that will never last for a long time,
Do not let him to use you for his victory
one day you’ll find a right place for love…
allow patience to become your revelation,
Your leap of faith shall teach you thee greatest lesson of life.

Special stranger

NB: I wrote this poem as a humble tribute to everyone who had touched my heart and soul through poetry,photography and just showing their utmost appreciation.I am grateful to have such a distance family,though our friendships can be considered strange but to me,it means a lot.Thank You everyone
#LOVE
Maditjhaba which means mother of the nations.
Blowing kisses

How is possible for a stranger to write your own memoir so beautifully?
Unleashing your own character like an old friend.
A shared friendship which moves beyond boundaries,
tied by a strange knot
becoming close to a stranger’s imagination,
making you feel like you are part of the story.
As the story unfold…
you realize that the contract that bids you and the writer has no clause
yet it is entirely legitimate,
You always looking forward to share a conversation with her or him,
though the conversation requires just written words,
the connection grows stronger and stronger
The writer gives you hope…
new meaning of life.

Wicked games by James Vincent Mcmorrow

I FORGIVE YOU

I forgive you
for your lack of knowledge,
for your blindness which led me to hate,
treating me as a prisoner in my own place,
taking away my fate,
bearing the fruits which haunted my common sense,
leaving me feeling afraid,
showing me free flowing fountain which cleanse my innocence,
a sacred river which overflows with lifeless pleasure,
floated with limitless adventures.

I forgive you
for your careless mistakes which got me into trouble,
left me in so much debt of denial,
for your lack of consideration,
forcing me to react on impulse
letting the greatest opportunity of being true to myself to pass me by.

I forgive you
for your failure of understanding what I want…
for unleashing the darkest monster that live inside me,
for teaching me the distinction between pure love and lust,
for making me sleep on the bed adorn with shattered dreams
for walking with me through the path filled with thorns,
for making me beg for more
yet you knew that the implications of getting your poisonous affection
will gently activate my thoughts,
making the wrong to look right.

I forgive you
for wasting my precious time to deal with your foolishness,
for letting me explore the beauty of your uselessness,
for creating an impact which is meaningless,
for contradicting my values with your problems,
for holding my hand and pushing me to the limit
which made me the person I am today…
for being a fake friend which sugar coat lies with truthfulness,
for leaving me powerless,
a manipulative lover who do anything to boost his ego,
deeply stimulating his wickedness with beautiful music,
slowly captivating my mind unconsciously
being a guide which led me to unfamiliar places
places which showed superficial beauty
places which are beyond imagined
let alone pushing you to forget reality.