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Phineas Molale Poems
Purpose For Living
Here on earth I am an orphan And my corpse for burial deserves no coffin Nor cremate it to dust and ashes Neither do or create for me fancy hashes
I'm Not Sure
Whether you are for me or for the world Im not sure Whether we were meant to be for the worst For you’re only here in good times
Love is dead
Love is dead Corpse of love, love is buried Memories that love carried Called a devil without emotions for I hate to be reminded
The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow Morning
It happens all the time Still we never get used to it It comes and steals without announcing Leaves hearts broken
A light without reflection!
Oh! Beloved men How you chase fame like a cat after a mouse Your eyes are just there, where are you heading They all look up to you not knowing you are lost too
My father is a man
My father is a man He laughs with my mom And I laugh too even though the joke wasn't meant for me
A short description of life according to...
Life is fair yet so untrue it gives you what you want and more but let's you cry with regrets Life can let you enjoy it
Behind your back, there's a door!
If you came to reap, not to sow If you came to demolish, not to build If you came to break, not to mend If you came to gain, not contribute
Talk To Me!
You leave me hanging You keep me guessing Reason for breathing, turned to reason for sighing
A Way Of Assurance
Allow your hands to spread Touch, and leave a legacy Dreams, deep thoughts and no fantasies Allow your heart to love
Love Was Made For You And Me!
You've got my eyes, you see where I'm heading I'm away, a million miles, yet I'm standing Here with you reminiscing your soft tender touch Blurry but bright stars in your eyes rises like a moon when your face faces down
Send me for the worst
Oh Lord! Though I am for your command Certainly, yours in demand Make not the roads so bright for me So I can trip and fall, rise and see
She's Nothing To Me!
She's nothing to me, you're all I need I believe you're for me, a true friend indeed I sit and stand accused, I am being abused Engaged, married and commited myself to honesty
I'll be back!
I have walked all dusty roads and got tired I took a rest and there was no difference I looked at the roads ahead and I saw no future I looked back to the past
Comments about Phineas Molale
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Purpose For Living
Here on earth I am an orphan
And my corpse for burial deserves no coffin
Nor cremate it to dust and ashes
Neither do or create for me fancy hashes
But wrap and keep thee to light
The cloth shall rain from God all white
And you human of red blood shall hark back
With no falsifying brainstorming attacks
The congregation shall mourn for a while
Like a maple radiated by sun rays
Living with memories and yet so fragile
They shall rejoice and sing hymns of praise
With a blink of eye, it's all over
My purpose for living is done