givemore Manyengawana

I see you coming, charming,
Down, the path of my broken heart;
My heart is my greatest posession;
The plan is for you to mend it;
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cant help and wonder how i can find the symbol of truth
why are dreams aren't reality?
after all it is the real me who makes and visualise them.
dreams are truths
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You went outside the house to play in the sun,
An unlicensed driver recklessly drove in the street at high speed,
He struck you as you were on the road side,
You propelled into the air and hit the tarred road with your head,
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A phenomenal ornament of my imagination,
Flamboyance of nature undisputed,
Epitome of beauty unchallenged,
Burning desire an endless inspiration,
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In the beginning was the word;
The word was with vision,
Poetry was thus born through the announcement of
Creation by God, it is crystal across the spectrum.
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Love is basic to life,
Love is not an art,
Love is not a philosophy or knowledge
Love is simple, it is not a puzzle,
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The world is a curious global theater,
My poem is nervous and anxious to capture the audience,
This first poem is ambitious however humble in respect of poetry legacies,
Where inspiration and attitude evolved from, masculine and famine,
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I hope my letter finds me well in this dynamic intrigue, that is life
Dear my heart, my acquaintance, my possession,
Dear my mind, that carries my attitude, through the
Spectrum of my endeavors and tribulations.
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No body has ever taught me,
How am i expected to know right and wrong?
With this pen and paper i must tell my story,
Pardon the ignorance in me,
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My thoughts in this journey;
Eyes stare at the terrain,
Of lifes domain;
Acheing wrists, chained heart
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