A Little More Strength Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

takes me through
and through
the paths of untrodden
ways besides
matters of the heart,
and sail through...
i do.

the realness
of strangest fear,
dwindling, dilemma
of whatsoever kind...
every path leads
to a path way in
or out but between
and within
are other peculiarities,
commonalities,
externalities
and complexities...
the choice depends on
one's strength
to the new day and face
the morning sun rays
over their shoulder!
once in a glow
of another, i realise
how the whole thing
set up and unfold(ed) ,
caught mine unexpectedly..
not necessarily tactical
but unnoticed
like a sting
from a venomous creature
by the darkness over
the unknown night!
how and why is yet to be,
i did, too.

one such time were
the very last chance
i had an encounter
with the strangest
feeling ever,
a very heart
demanding spree..
i were lucky
not to lay
my hands upon
such unnecessities.
i know i should
have done better,
but i can only
get this further...
i do know that too.

i denied my heart
the right
to know and feel
yet i did to my own
abandoned face
without say..
i was detained
to a mental
and emotional dungeon..
too hard to walk over
than oscillating...
i recalled what
the old one did say
'who feels it knows'..
i do.

but it remains untold
to my fully flapped ear
from whence it was to.
i will never hear
such unclear
talk from the distant other
whose voices i have never
heard before, so close
to the one i did hear
a while ago, but sounded
too distorted
as if i were listening
to an old school newsreader..
finally, i did.

an orthodox mathematician knows
it is very unethical to solve
an equation without
a pre-meditated formula..
that far we know.
but whether such formulas
were true is open to scrutiny,
hence the emergence of new
schools of thought
to such philosophical contexts.
i did too.

like a sound boy
kill a sound boy ting..
intimately straight
like a bicycle spoke
is what i mean
to start dwell,
no backwardness
any little more time.