Isaac Maliya

A poem assemble ideas,
Concentrates experience
Await its time, place
For its own release
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The sad time
Never far away
Seconds and minutes away
Hours and days away
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When am not there
When my physicality disappears
No longer talking
No longer defending myself
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This eternal marriage
It is one of force, of no choice
One of irresistible destiny
How can we get divorced forever?
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The door always ajar
The expected always entering
In multitude calls and means
Into the beautiful world
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Time sits
Time stands
Time is time.
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Humane deeds
Never can be the story
Never sees the light of day
Never crosses the lips of humanity
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This poem unveils me
Dissecting my whole
Cutting assunder my hopes
I don't like this poem
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This silence is eerie
Yet it is not so early
To be disturbed
In this solitary silence
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Mum
I am coming back
This time with a final fight
To pay for my initial lack
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I never thought of this poem
It strolled into me, vividly
Forcing and obliging me
It urged me on despite resistance
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“Walter Mitty” effect, you unleash
Boundaries and limits easily stretched
No civilization, no law, no regulation
False confidence, arrogance, courage to the limit
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The global economy
Grips you tight
As the cheap source of materials
A marketplace for its output
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This poem is me
I am this poem
This poem and I are one!
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Remember, the dream
Walk in its tight realm
It’s never always easy
But always very dizzy
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A place of places
A place of varied faces

A place of choices
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You welcomed me
Though nothing to thee
Ntumba, I will never forget you
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Sinto-me feliz com a tua sombra
Que penetreta o meu coração
É uma sombra de longo prazo.
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“Hold on! ”
Voices one
An Azanian Rastaman
You heard not for diction
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War
You are a beauty
For roundtable evaders
Always the sole option
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