Alan Kabanshi

Alan Kabanshi Poems

We don't know much about another than a name shared
To you I am a reminder of the devils work, if not a clown
But you are a sad reminder of my hereditary piece that fits upside down
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It was a bitter view of what lied ahead, from the moment I was due.
A doubt sowed at birth of what the world was.

Never doubt, all along you have been a pinnacle, my brightest light.
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Shine with an artistic impression, Helpless but one stands to stare
In a glowing smile smeared with envy and a promise of an after life
But in the palms of a reference sprouts forth a difference
And the roots of a painting are but buried from a dropp of paint.
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Time comes, when diversion safes embitter our parting
The fringes of belief whetted
The faces tweaked
Exasperation provoked, rolling out falsehood
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Storms of love
Thunder to rip my heart
My mind empty to blossoming thoughts of you
A dear and lovely lily
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I never pictured falling down looking for sympathy
Caught in between all wishful, wondering what led to this path
Trying to find anything ideal that I can believe in
Because all I wish for is now caught in between all wishful
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The past a crushed velvet with a sheen
upside held promises that would have been
Though malleably not to change and would never be altered
Poisonous its weight rests on our conscience and only pain to us is referred
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When the sun goes down, Shadows go into hiding
We are left but with ourselves
Memories peck, truth become blinding
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25th May it was said you were due
That night fears were never few
A calling you refused, you never came through
But on the 26th, our worries you threw
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Lost and deeply rooted in cogitation, He quickened his pace as he blankly stared at the fading niveous sky, the dancing twinkly stars that earlier evanesced in the waking light and now peeling through the insouciance dusk. The night slowly getting established and the sleepy-gleeding sun giving off the evening sororal warmth. His afflated spirit surfeit to the life thats awaiting his presence. The joy of seeing his new born son after a days long work could not be mistaken in his hastened steps. His figure cut through the cold breeze at breakneck speed, freezing everything but the image of his sons face.

He sat in wonder, to the limit of his cognition where his father could be, for it has been hours without the sight of him. The absence has aroused his longing that he turns to every sound hoping it could be him. He hears the scratching of the key into the key hole, but brushes it aside as an empty sound that leaves his heart sick. Suddenly, he holds still as his attention is held captive by the turning door knob. His face bloated, he joyously sits in anticipation of a promise and fruition of the door knob sound. Without hesitation he astired to the edge of the bed and he could not even feel the slap of the evening cold that stealthily sipped in though the door. In daddy's arms, they indulged in laughter and for hours played until his body failed his spirit and silently he drifted into lands of dreams.
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Am told its close, but feels far away
like a dream bourn astray
A muted scream, shouting my call
like ashes of a wish promised in the wind
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Broken down doors never open
Just like eyes wide shut console beauty in darkness
It’s with mockery that a blind one embraces sight
Each tongue obliviously perceives and interprets in its language
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Appeal to your soul and reach your truest feelings
It’s blowing cold but still blazing hot
How come we see not monsters we were never?
Growing addiction to hear ourselves screaming
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I see you and you feel me
Here on plain grounds we meet
You arouse my intellect
As you explore my psych
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15.

Looking through a window within myself
All there is are reflections of my fears
And with silence my heart dies
In a solemn song that a beat cries
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Diamonds that shine brighter than stars
Brightens a heart in a soul with firm, yet falls
And weak I come in a heap
In memories scared by loves whip
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Within valleys of dreams blows a mist of prosperity
But follies before life give shape to ghosts amidst shadows

A troubled mind stretches for a withering gasp of liberty
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In journeys of emotional liberty,
Am imprisoned to devices of desires
Fear to fail enslaves me to chastity of perfection
And enlivening my material desire sucks me to the bourne
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In a rush of a town crowd, we waste in sustenance of dreams
Dreams for dreamers and goals for seekers
Nothing seems to escape the measure of their beams
Condemned to servitude, we unbeknownst loosen with an implement for solitude
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Questions aging without answers…
Why does the world tie me to everything of a loss?
And the past bindingly holdfast to nothing that last?
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We don't know much about another than a name shared
To you I am a reminder of the devils work, if not a clown
But you are a sad reminder of my hereditary piece that fits upside down

Now I stand at a crossroad, my back sagging to this oblique load
Exhausted by the stings of kindred discord
Should we be despicably yoked just in honor of our heirs and assign?
I once thought us alike, but now from this distance I only see the differences
Our kinship can only take us far by keeping up appearances

We were a fortune guarded by scarecrows, overtime the lie was overstretched
Now all that was handed down lies broken in pieces

My choices may seem ungrateful, but know I have always been thankful
What is to be lost, if apart we find peace or opportunity for hate to skip a generation?
For whoever will stand alone, diminished the position maybe, relies but on his strength
And that, if you asked, is a more reassuring sight than the current pretense we paint.

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