Mpho Nkadimeng

In the dawn of her absence
He lived in isolation
With her voice secluded
Death rendered her will to all scripted words of adulation
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I loved a feminist
Not once for her constitutional ideas
That flake the trend of feminism
Not once for her female structure
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Somewhere maybe it's a part that you would part from me
And lie in wastes of these holocenes
You flocked through trends of lullabying teeth unseeing
And sing silent songs with dying sheep
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Water and sand bound to the wind
These are my stories set to dim my thoughts and purify my being
Tales of blistering pathways and soothing misconceptual destinies
All plastered in these scathing empty glasses resembling hours of time
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De javu chants immortality
Hearts spared to suffer it all
Through the chain of the ever ripped present
Ears bled the same silence
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The in between is for us
Pathways of solitude
Mass and frictions of a sad story
See the space between us
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I fell for a silhouette
A thought of contempt that dazzled Through the maturity of night skies
Its shades of darkness sparkled
Blending reasons to live Like undiscovered science in a belief
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beats of time thumbing to hearts laid in shacks
They whisper hymns of dimensions from minds in the dark
Sing them a song
That reveals fossils of tears under raindrops
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Where we lie
Is a prism of our shadows
Though our souls frayed and bleak
Still thoughts refract like hues of memories
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How I sank in my night
With wishes of your evenings within my crust
They say tomorrow assembles thoughts ofspring
But what good is tomorrow when todaybeholds yesterday
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Such flowers blossom in the storm
They walk the universe
With faults to find their form
Just the same as the idea of them
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Ever tasted life so meaningless
Like specks of dust covering your pores
Lungs suffocating from your breath
Every hair strand resembles
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Let me live with no fear
Let the fire relieve my sins
And burn away these segments
Fragmenting my being with identity
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Forever this wait would seem
Cherishing memories titled before my eyes
Only spent in segregation of your parted soul
It would feel to be once again I’m alone
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Though my life is sinking beyond the measures of death
death itself shall preserve my rebirth & lead my life to eternity
it shall reap this flash off my bones & bath in my blood stored within this bathtub of my vains constantly
constantly my sweat shall draw a line of age on my skin till my heart recites the finish line for the last breath within
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She was born in between the indecisions of love

Where two worlds whirled and froze the moment with the colour of lust
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The spirit of my past
They spat you back from your shallow grave
With their words of resentment they laid you back to life
I’m redeemed now by your anger that was forever at last
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The spirit of my past
They spat you back from your shallow grave
With their words of resentment they laid you back to life
I’m redeemed now by your anger that was forever at last
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See me not through my hair
That segregates what I bare
Let a poise of judgment be of my trends
See me not as a commodity of pitiable events
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Into the valley of lost breaths shall I surrender
If shall I flop on this lane of harsh memories
Flourishing this ink dripping for what I were to render
If my soul shall journey through the portals of our bleeding faith
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