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Mastholen’ ( the Zimbabwean nightmare)

“I’m unable to help you, incapable“I’m unable to help you, incapable… It has little to do with that. Look, listen, labl…
Lebo! ; You’ve lost your first love. Like,… like, listen:

‘Looks like you’ve been lying this whole time
Implying you weren’t lying the last time.
Loosen up, lose the bluff
Luke Chapter five (lazy…)

Lackluster lingerie,
Lingering smells of burnt lasagna,
Liquor, spells and that Inyanga
Leave early, like around twelve
Life’ll surely continue by myself

An ender to happiness

All i see around me are sad faces, eyes full of tears.

An ender to happiness

The moment i said those words it happened that so many words come up to my mind, words like sorrow, depression and heartache
It is mistrious, it happens so fast, sudden, unexpectly
It happens in a blink of an eye

It is like your shadow it follows you everywhere you go, you will never know when it will catch up with you
We live each day wonder of whether we will be able to see the coming day
Some say it is the begining of lonliness, an ender to happiness
Others say it is a curse,bad luck, a calling from heaven but it is death itself, it haunts everyone you will never when it will come to your doorstep

A brand new soul

A brand new soul means new beginings
New life on earth
Filled with pureness,it brings holiness
Filled with hapiness it overwhelms our hearts,puts smiles on faces and makes us see life in a different perspective
It looks so beautiful, so innocent
Like a rose just after it blossomes
Like the sunset
By just looking at it, it brings tears of joy

It unites families
Creates peace between people
It lightens up each day
It is so tiny and fragile that it needs to be groomed,nurtured and well taken care of
It is valuable and precious
The best thing that can happen in a women’s life

Purple Curtain Drops

view zoomed
on the jacaranda blooms

breathing the air of home
without a care
as I sit out, on the veranda alone

thinking of her
something about the day
and the season
for some reason
I’m reminded of the scent of her perfume

the sensual care of her womanhood
and it feels real enough that I have a chill in my bone

so quickly I descend from the horny layer
that is, the stratum of my daydream

with but one question on my mind still

do I regret that she’s gone or am I happier on my own?

© Heath Muchena

Portia Galactica

my heart was open to a change of mind
but as things stood I just had to leave her behind

and since pleasure is the standard of choice
I had to enjoy mine, hard as it was to resist our electric chemistry…

and the sweet seduction of her voice
that upon auditory perception drew me to her
with the natural affinity of sexual chemotaxis

but even a fraction contains infinity
so although I felt incomplete without her
I still had to find my forever

I had to keep moving to my tune
trying to make sense of the universe…

this mysterious perpetuum mobile

© Heath Muchena

Why does it hurt so Bad?

I thought I was over you
I thought I have let you go
I thought I have bended the ties that were linking me to you
But Why does it hurt so Bad everytime i see you with another girl, everytime i think of you i will just break down in tears

I can still feel your hands as you touch me, your breath as you breathe against my face
I can still feel your lips against mine
I can still hear your voice say ”l love you ”, those butterflies when you looked into my eyes

Why does it hurt so Bad
I thought letting go, walking away, bending the ties or getting you out of my mind would be easy but it’s so difficult it’s like you trapped inside of me

Am i really a born free?

Lives were sacrificed
Blood was shed
Families were torn apart
Principles and values were broken
Everyone was striving for freedom, independance and equality

And today am called a bornfree

Because I was born after the apartheid
Because i now have my own rights and can have a say in politics
Because i can attend the same school with others without being judged by the content of my skin color

But i often ask mmyself this question “am i really a bornfree “?
Because i still exprience abuse, xenophobic attacks, neglect, a dreadful disease called HIV/AIDS
BUT YET AM CALLED A BORNFREE

Bars

The life i have been living
The life i have been hoping for
Dreams i have dreamt
Goals i have aimed to achieve
The future i have been planing
All seem to have lost significance as i enter into a new world
A strange kind of world, very different from the ordinary world
A world of high walls and fences
A world of surveillance
A world of chains and locks
A world were boys have to man-up
Girls become woman
A world which has now become my home
A home for change, introspection and remorse
A home for people like me
People who have wronged against the law
It all happened so Fast
It was never planned
A night out with friends, few drinks and i ended up with a sentence

Today i stand behind this bars barring me from all my heart’s desires with the hope of becoming a better man

#HashtagPrison#

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# We’re living in a hashtag prison #
# With maximum security passwords and special characters #
# Full of status updates and tweets posted in solitary confinement #
# And visitations from notifications and reminders for things no one remembers #
#
# Trolls, cyberbullies and racists are locked up in here #
# Small time users and serial tweeters alike #
# Locked up for likes, comments and retweets #
# What are you in here for – when did you arrive? #
#
# Numbers gangs rule the inside #
# The number of followers and the number of friends #
# They get involved in personal attacks and gang twars #
# And they are forever recruiting through friend requests #
#
# Data bundles are the currency of choice #
# Hunger strikes are prevalent when they are depleted #
# Withdrawal symptoms kick in for addicts deprived of their daily high #
# As followers wait patiently to be retweeted #
#
# A keen eye is kept on walls and timelines #
# Looking for any illicit activity #
# Patrolled by heavily armed terms and conditions #
# Hoping to police those in this captivity #
#
# A few still have hopes for freedom #
# A chance to give up their logon details #
# But this place has become our home #
# Ask the repeat offender – he tries to stay away but he fails #
#
# We all are prisoners here – of our own creation #
# A few might escape – some remain till they are deceased #
# You can enter at any time that you wish #
# But once inside you may never be released #
#
# Welcome to the place where strangers are buddies #
# Where we lol, lmao and hope to fit in #
# Where we are inmates when we were to be honoured guests #
# Welcome to the hashtag prison #

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Hooked

I have a little friend I’ve come to hate
It took quite a while before we clicked
Cough, cough – I choked and coughed hard
The moment I first stuck him between my lips
I, however, was determined to get to terms with him

His sensation led me to a problem free world
He helped me ‘forget’ all my problems
Providing relief in times of stress
A dear friend he proved to be…. for sometime
He made me feel like I own the world

Pull in, relax, blow out into the clean sky
I felt like a King biting my ‘stick of death’
Those who don’t smoke are lost for sure
They have no idea what they’re missing
Those were the good times!

I’ve made up my mind and I now want out
But I have utterly lost control
He has taken over my life
I want to quit, I keep saying as I light it
I now wish I never met this friend of mine

I’ve become his hopeless and voiceless slave
But I badly want my clean life back
He hasn’t done my pocket any good either
Together we have squandered a good fortune
I don’t know how to drop him off my lips

Who will set me free from this smokey bondage?
My family and friends have given up on me
Where shall I run to so he won’t find me?
They dragged me to rehab in efforts to keep us apart
He kept calling my name loud from outside

I’m buying no more when I finish this
I’ve told myself this a thousand times
But I’ve gone on to buy again…….and again
I wish it was that easy to quit
Pull in, relax, blow out into the clean sky!

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