blood flow

It’s not in my mind but in the eyes so they say but could it be eyes or its in my veins. She is just a perfect girl that i have been searching, Is she?  Wait!!!!! It not it her.  ooooooh its in my vein when i write i write thinking of her bold and beautiful structure ……………

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Poem for my daddy in heaven

It’s a Game

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Taste of

Life is just a bizzere of twisted obnoxiousness, we living in dreams and fantasis, reality like demons gathered on the perimeter of bliss, pounding to shutter the rapture before its departure from this world of encharntiment
Fuzzy images swirled around my aura

It diminish my spirit as hope fade in memories, murals in the projects potreys perpetual pain of ages, rage and anger coz we trapped in a cadge of deception, its like the devil preaching repentance, cigarette makers telling people to quite smoking lest they get cancer, I had to cancel all my plans, in life coz I don’t the maths its weird though the world burried in secrates,

It scares me but i have to make this secriment
The altimate secrifice like Jesus Christ, so many unanswered questions, finding the truth has become more like finding nemo, so you should be more like nicodimus coz finding the truth has become a grail for those who seek enlightment, a grave for the ignorant,

Hell for the immigrants, people dieing in quantities gender equality discrimination against people of colour is in the headline obsecure perseptin is the manicured garden of hate and envy, a mediocre life ain’t no option, I drank a sizable proportion of this life portion (exirr) in a bid to imortalize my mortality but in reality real niggas bleed bt never plead follow my lead through this social creed dirty politics, secrate societies running public entities, the gorvenment has become the number 1 public enemy.

Who had a dream

On a rainy night, the sky so blue
Under the covers of care, I met you
Strangers to each other, path seemed so hollow
Never knew for years, we were to follow
Seconds to hours and days to weeks
Around the clock it started to reach
With the passing days the expanse of sea
Squinched to a drop, you were in air around me
Though a virtual meeting, I could sense the vibes
That rained through stars, changing my life.
The system chuck everything up for me…forced me to change dreams as much as i changed underwear…stole my hope and my innocence…innocently i stole…didn’t want to but how could i survive if i remained innocent…I could have been a doctor…my dream was to touch lives…dead or alive…but the fees dropped me from high school…ohh I however became a doctor…on the street corner I can doctor you any lie…examine you from afar…make a daignosis of what you lack and prescribe to you a stolen phone…or I am a doctor indeed…the system done, made my friend a doctor of any man’s privates…on the street corner at night she senses your sexual deficiency…she prescribes her opened legs and you get sexual healing…her dream of being a nurse came true…that old man’s up and down is a dream come true she is a night nurse… I danced with the memories, everytime it rained
Nurturing your words, smile I feigned
Swaying across a diversion appeared
Demanding my strength, so thought of u, I cleared
U were my weakness, only my heart knew
Cloaked it from world n my shadow too
For the time that came I turned into new, yes we had dreams…we still have dreams…the system rapes us and stills some of them…we get up wipe the dirt of our elbows and dream some more, The words I heard knocked hard upon me
Flooding me with feelings, I longed to see.

By Aleck keiter and Kwathini Bhila
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