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You were intelligent; had it all
Of the lot in our yesteryears
Life fucked you early, it did!
Yes, for its selfish reasons!
All to lye in waste, b..
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The costly, sprightly
image,
here an' there all along
Busying in cupping it
wholly whole,
‘in closing my hands round it'
There’..
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Who are we to rot like carcasses?
Shall my seedlings perish in streets,
without proper burial?
These so called whips of life
Patterning bruises ..
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(1) Monologue
Coming right to it, nothing seems to make sense.
Of storms in my being which keep on robbing destiny’s-. “We will get ov..
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Something in him, he held
One or two, maybe three-
Pray he don't die soon,
'Tis, [his] stagnated spirit,
Won't ever rest, it won't
For now, or fo..
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When you see nothing
When today is sorrowful
When flying is hindered
When you can't forgive
When you can’t feel comfort
When everyone has it
..
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Of vivid memories in Bindura,
1993 l still cherish,
The then, young:
In 'glass' shoes,
white top, black trousers,
With hair combed,
stretched, k..
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She gave it to me on my 21st;
Like a noose on shatters hanging
For by these memories,
Of so many colours-
'f so many hues they hold
Reminding of scars..
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In a tranquil reatreat,
sandwiched by innercircles;
elations catapulted by
endured lengthy lanes.
Of gloomy cancerous thorns,
Of muddy paddy dark..
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Out of its mother's womb,
to weep, it arises,
Its tears shedding;
drowning delicate luminance
in earthly atrocities!
To a sun which won't smile
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