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Sad beauty
Romeo D. Matshaba I grasp a handful of nothing and a few scraps of death. I reminisce her sky color in eye, when two tears fell amid the rain Lips shivered as leaf, heart wept as weak. Ay, I was in luck to meet your gaze And dumb when instead I pursued a maze. I remember the swish in laugh and gloss in hand. Whilst we met with joy and the breeze and the seas Remember the sin we discovered under the tree we carved? ... read more There goes the night
Mothupi Makwesha Jacob There goes the night Another day lay as unwilling As my yearning to keep writing To keep keeping sane Chanting to flickering candles Memorizing shooting stars As they catapult to ashes ... read more Eva Rosehill
Ignorance We live behind veils woven from vanity and greed, As we peer through to a world misconceived, Blind to the bitter reality of society, Ignorant to suffering, we make ourselves the priority, We cover our ears, oblivious to the pleas, The desperate prayers of those on their knees, Instead we wash our hands from those who appeal, In holy water polluted with the blood who kneel. ... read more Broken Brothers
Romeo D. Matshaba There should be more, older brother said, as He left one day, and I stayed that day. But brother, we remember differently As you called me single minded, as you called me feeble minded North you went, where scornfully you greeted the winter cold And the Neanderthals who were beast and bold But brother, we remember differently As I could not leave my laughter, my culture and follow a dream behind My people, my Ubuntu… would all be gone, so how could I, allow such in kind? The desert was not kind as it made us gasp and blind The sun burnt our crops and made my young to weep. But brother, we remember differently ... read more Poetics of Composition
Mothupi Makwesha Jacob Music is a touch of perception; it seethes violently on the surface of our thoughts to awaken sunken melodies that our souls echo of. It is a reminder that there lie a quest within us to conquer an in-depth awakening of an abysmal world unspoken of, a world of fantasy – its grandeur portrayal being only many an artist’s unattainable redemption ... read more Her Face
Griffiths Mmalebjane Mmotla The message written across her face Makes Ebony echo sounds of birds in her eyes Her impotency is an epitome of light She moves me, touches me like the flow of truth in my brain And how paralyzed my thoughts beget when I see her grace ... read more The Black Curse
Romeo D. Matshaba Old women are lining in the streets, none of them are glad, None of them are tired, but one is bleeding from her eyes, Their necks are turned, backs facing south tears facing down. One woman points, her skin is sad; with many drawings on her face. ‘They are here’ she said ‘they are here’ ... read more Love
Fortress love in the eyes of dreams in the eyes of the stars above the angels beauty create a pace to heart a pace to my red heart dream heaven upon my head thou my heart stil beat the sound of ur voice sleepless nights hurtful daylight without you on my side ... read more Eva Rosehill
More than just words My pen carresses the paper, Offering sweet compliments and words, It whispers gentle phrases of desire, As gentle a touch as a bird, A lovingly touch, the paper embraces, And gathers the passionate admirations, And displays them proudly upon her skin, Basking in the wonderous sensations, ... read more The Love Conviction
Griffiths Mmalebjane Mmotla I lured at thee and saw thy eyes I knew thy love shall flaunt my heart Moments of pieces endued and ices melting You’ve forth brought a limitless desire to I A conviction that unfolds my skin A condition that repels my sins ... read more A painting grows on your wall
Romeo D. Matshaba Salvaged my soul from rattles, and burning candle in the sky, How we then grew tall in now fallen land, Remember, when we’d sit and recite never-ending dreams, Never-ending things? Chase bows and bees, crows and trees But now a painting grows on your wall, With eyes of leaves and skin o’ tender smooth, Directly she stares at you… but without direct, She gaze at me. ... read more Hermitic Enterprise
Mothupi Makwesha Jacob Time as spatial extension of memory: the ability to transcend beyond conventionality to allow one’s thoughts to materialise independently without hindrance of self-expression resulting in reflecting on the objective possibility of failure ... read more Teachings of life
Romeo D. Matshaba Retreat from too much and do not think little of little, Strive towards your dreams, no matter the dreams of the day. Do not love too much when love is alive, Do not love too long when love is spent. Believe in something; whatever it may be, Fight for your beliefs; whatever they may be. Do not close your mind too hardly or judge too easily, Do not trade with hate, for hate will consume you. ... read more |
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