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
Maditjhaba which means mother of the nations.
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.
Undressing every fabrication of his ego,
Fighting the temptations that lingers through the air like a hero,
Feeding his unbearable hunger of affection like there’s no tomorrow,
The friction of our bodies would slowly lessen his sorrows,
Deep darkest secrets hidden within the depth of our emotions,
Feeling reluctant to take that first step of confrontation,
I know he feels the way I feel
I have seen the glow in his eyes everytime I am around
Pretending that we don’t feel the fire burning everytime we get closer,
Our smiles hiding the agony of our heartaches
leaving the desire to soothe our disrupted imagination,
I want him more than anything,
I want to feel his tender loving embrace
Enjoy this precious moment with him
Write down our memories in our hearts
Lock him up within the sweetness of our orgasm,
celebrate the truth even if it left us uncertain
For so long we’ve been waited for this dream to become real,
Our circumstances creating a bridge to hinder us from expressing how we feel,
stealing my innocence with your touch,arousal strokes
Loving him was a dangerous game I was keen to play,
Lured him with mt resurrection of sexual arrangement,begging him to stay,
Thought I was the one in charge
yet it turn out to be I was wrong
He was fooling around all along,
Pretending to be a puppet
while he remained being a master.
Omitted paragraphs which makes the story incomplete,
A lack of sensation,a difficulty to grasp how I feel,
A tune of a particular song
playing with unfamiliar chords
Reality which intend to sugar coat everything
building a bridge between the truth and perception,
a loss of revitalizing properties to keep the mind and soul in peace.
A lack of dream realized
woven with a thread of fantasy,
leaving the mind with unanswered questions,
pulling you away from the light,being an uninvited guest.
Remedy your confusion with meditation,
losing that golden key to unlock those priceless moments can still be found,
taking you to places you couldn’t imagine
Hiding within your fears is not helping,
take a deep breath,climb up on that stairs.
You might be closer on finding the real you,
the truth will rejuvenate your troubled soul,
Allow you to enjoy the sweetness of peace and harmony.
Something is missing
constantly losing friends,
loneliness caving in,
The moment you start reaching out
You begin to lose everything
You need to wake up from dreaming
believing that you are capable of doing anything.
It had given us the possibilities ti travel places which we never knew.
Opened our eye to experience the hidden magic locked in our minds,
We submit ourselves upon things that no man consider to real,
What the next party fails to understand
is that there’s a gift that lies within us men.
A gift which is fairly distributed by our creator
It is up to a man to try and unlock the mysterious forces found within a gift.
Although one may argue that the gift pushes us away from reality.
Do we have certainty that we know what is real…
Good or bad things had been created by our imagination.
Our imagination holds the power to see things from different perspectives.
It feeds our intuitions
Allowing a creative man to invent a beautiful piece of art.
Do you believe that we all have this particular gift?
failing to embrace and understand it
feels like failing to accept a part of us.
Our imagination gives our lives a new meaning
it makes the picture more clearer
strengthen our instincts to be stronger
therefore a new chapter of our lives unfolds
A story untold is shared
Shared to a man that listens with his heart
Though he is the captain of the ship
He knows nothing about his destination
he is just sailing through the shore
Yet deep inside he knows that his imagination will get him
where he belongs…
We put ourselves in a carcoon,
hiding our real identity behind the moon,
silently comparing ourselves to our fellow mates,
forgetting that we are not the same.
We possess different talents and interests
Our true nature is only known by us
We carry on our lives in disguise
Pretending and formulated characters will never last
eventually the music played in the background will stop
our true nature will be lost,
eventually the truth will be exposed by the sun
the things we do through the darkness will be brought to light,
Don;t be afraid when your true self ask you why did you live her behind.
No one wears a transparent fabrication
we live our lives according to other people’s expectations.
neglecting our needs…
feeling shameful to be selfish.
Don’t be scared of being yourself
Its better to live with the truth rather than live with lies.
The world is saturated with things we cannot control
The ideology of power is held by the law.
then who makes this laws?
loss of power is a terrible loss for all human kinds,
everyday we wish to sail through any challenges
Forgetting that our power comes with a standard,
Float above the ocean of our pain and sorrows,
Ensuring that everyman evaluate us as being strong.
Are you strong enough to carry all your burdens?
Are you made our of steel?
Are you unbreakable?
really you need to think about yourself
Being selfish van be a virtue of better understanding
stop pretending and start acting.
My mama’s love is like an ocean
an ocean that overflows with care,limitless support and
a precious stone which no one could afford,
Sleepless she is…
forever running to keep the family whole,
solidarity,forever reminding me
reminding me of a place I constantly run to,when I seek refuge.
She refuse to let the cruelty of this world to find a space in our hearts.
Her serenity is known by all
Picks you up when you fall
Her legacy will leave on.
When she’s not around,I get lonely.
She doesn’t get weary of the loads she carries
Mama’s love paints a picture
a picture painted with permanent charcoal
Delicate hands moving,producing a magnificent art piece.
An art piece which is an antique
Mama’s love id threaded with the stories of philosophy,
writings which are timeless.
with the content that makes one to think…
theories hard to understand
She is brave,holding a key to unlock the doors of promises
There she stand…
strong with her argument
Enriching the soul with moral values
a thesis which is plausible
It is deeply rooted into a man’s heart,
it keeps him restless at night
swiftly move like the waves in the sea,
Torture him until he admits on his bended knees.
Storms and hail will always occur
causing confusion,yet he knows what he really wants.
The Antagonist is unknown,
giving the lustful heart a blissful time
occured during ancient times.
Belonging to the heart that listens
The plot becomes musical
Enduring endless melodies unheared.
But his patience will bring salvation
the climax engrave within his soul.
making him stronger than before…
wearing the garment which will tarnish his image so proudly,
He knows that tommorow he will rejoice under the sunlight
people wondering if he had lost his mind,
his love will garnish the hatred locked inside with peacefulness.
Until he understand his purpose
he will never stop searching for food
to feed his unbearable humger
Fear hung over his head like a dark cloud.
Leaving his footprint behind
Teaching young man to stay true to themselves.
Becoming thee greatest soldier of a small army.
Defeating the beast with his love of life.
His hall-mark will live-on
Encrust his delicancy found within his nature
This is not just a story of a happy ending
It is a story untold by no man.
A secret he will forever carry unto his grave
Leaving behind a legacy.
His story will continue to live with generations to generations
Until a soul makes it own
We shall live peacefully in liberation.
Ordinary act of love,
embedded with emotions,memories,intense feelings
that are out of reach
Shared by two people,
captured in the moment.
hearts beating as one,
sending electrified feeling through their bodies,
composing a song only known by them only…
A kiss is like a fabric
threaded with deep feelings
paying attention to details
A needle sewing,joining the fabrics together.
Creating a beautiful silent song,
a product which ignite the mind with desires,
leaving them craving for pleasure,
Don’t get surprised,its human nature,
the wanting,needing is part of the equation.
Two bodies speaking a wordless language
taking part in an intimate theatrical play,
lacking knowledge of the plot
yet they search deep inside their souls,
a scent was left behind
awakening the unconscious mind
for him..she is one of the kind