Musa Gift Masombuka Poems

For ritual I will kill
For I want to heal
but myself is thrill
because alive I have to kill
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Is a kiss of life,
that brings me light.
It feels so right,
when we kiss so tight.
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When I look at your face
It's like watching the night sky
Or a twilight,
There is so much it holds for me,
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Cry me a river,
For I have moved on.
You are a pale flower to me,
You lost all your colors and smell which attracted me.
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What would I do to impress her?
What would I do to surpass her?
How do I impress her?
Or maybe something to please her.
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Dear alcohol my friend,
since you came into my life I have changed,
your friendship to me means the world.
Alcohol my friend,
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Born by mistake,
denied by his father,
resent by his mother.
Raised by strangers,
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O BE A MO RATA
(She loved him)

He was one of a kind
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I saw it all in Jo'burg,
Yes I have seen it all in Johannesburg,
From peasant workers to peanuts sellers,
Sex workers to sell people,
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Let it rain
The trees are dry
All forms of life are thirsty
The land is pale
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