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You Have Cried Yourself To Sleep

You Have Cried Yourself To Sleep It Is The Hurt That Continually Creep Like A Criminal Into Your Heart And You Can’t Even Remember When It First Had It’s Start.

All You Know Is That It Is What Hurts The Most For The Pain Is The Only Reality There Is That You Must Face Daily.

The Pain Of Wanting Their Acceptance But Instead Only Receiving Their Words And Cruel Glance Waiting For Only A Chance That They Would Not Use Their Words When They Speak.

It Is Acceptance That You Seek And If You Are Waiting For Them You Will Never Get It But Let Me Tell You That You Are Accepted.

The One Who Made You Accepted And Loves You For Who You Are. To Them You Might Be A Mistake But To God You Are His Own Special Piece Of Art.

You Feel Like Giving Up

You Feel Like Giving Up Your Tears Are Flowing Like A Tap And Somehow It Never Will Stop For Their Words Continue.

They Are The One’s Who Have Hurt You With The Years It Was Them Who Caused Your Fears To Be The Only Realities You Know.

This Is The Situation You Are Facing An Individual Without Purpose Who’s Birth Is No Mistake And With This You Have To Start Your Own Life.

You Are Filled With All The Hurt Of An Individual Who Is Longing For Just A Little Bit Acceptance, Only Wanting A Chance.

Wanting To Know What Being Understood Means Running Into Someone’s Arms Feeling The Warmth Of Their Love That In Time Will Take All The Pain Away.

You Are Someone

You Are Someone Looking For Direction Someone Just Like Me For I Too Was Where You Are And It Is The Worst Place To Be.

It Is Your Soul That Is Longing For The Freedom From The Bondage It Is In And Only God Can Give That To You.

Your Soul Needs To Be Freed But You First Have To See The Need For God In Your Life And Then Allow Him To Free You.

That Freedom Is Only A Prayer Away And Only When You Invite God To Stay Will Your Soul Find The Peace That You Currently Can’t Find.

I Know What Direction I Went With Sin And I Know What Direction I Am Currently Going In Now That I Found God And He Has Set My Soul Free.

Hush

Hush,do not utter a word
For every syllable is laced with your poisonous deceit
Refrain from pouring forth empty entices
Withhold yourself from conjouring disappointment
Peace,hold your tongue
The source of my anguish

I was loved

I was loved before I was born
before I felt the sun on my skin
before I was seen with scorn
before I came to know Him

I was loved before I was born
the moon was made for me
and each sunset and dawn
along with the deep blue sea

I was loved before I was born
by a God who loved me
Who wanted me born
for me to be happy

The Flavors of Africa

In the pouring rain

I hear the melody of the fleeing birds

I’ m searching for my youth

in the glow of Malikongwa’s poetry

I’m listening to the voice of Africa

the echo of the past mingle with the rain

I’m the wanderer

returning to my land

open as the sky

hidden in the shadows of the trees

I taste the sounds

of eternal Africa

I Know The Way

With my heart an empty void, and my soul a desolate land. The efforts of few have begun to show. The desert land flourishes with grass and flowers as my soul is touched by the hand of someone who cares. Yes it may be small, but it belongs to me now. The real me. I run as fast as I can through the inky and barren wasteland with my demons nipping at my feet as I try to break free from their curse and enter the light. My demons, who laugh at me as I once again forget their power, suddenly erect a mighty fence between me and the land of hope. They mock me with their construction as I can still see through to the other side and touch the blades of grass growing though. I need to get over this fence. I must. It’s the only way I can be happy. Time and time again, I try to scale this barrier between myself and who I have become. I realise that I can not, because this fence is in fact what I have built myself. A perfect way to keep myself from the hate that floods into my life daily. All I can do is collapse on the floor and cry, because my future I’ve wanted all my life is just barely out of reach once again. But not all shadows are the same, some are comforting. The warm shadow of a kind soul gracefully wraps around me and pulls me to my feet. I look to the owner of it. “It’s okay. You can get through this” they say as they grab my hands through the fence. “The gate is this way. Walk by my side. I know the way.”

Death of Butterflies

This missingness
is a sabre-worm,
feasting on my heart-fruit,
and I imagine
by tomorrow it will have eaten
my heart all up
and chewed its way down
through my ribs
to devour the butterflies there
and sleep,
blood-drunk, heavy and keening,
in the hollow
where the fluttering should be.

Seasonal

wind blows indiscriminately
across bare highways
waking desert land

granules and grains
levitate
swallow
highways cars buildings

whirl wind dust ghosts
arise from
summer slumber
as winter summons earth
to take a stroll

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