My poetry I took out my note pad and my pen As I was about to pour my thoughts in this piece of paper Ink was all over my when I noticed It was the shape of my heart Beyond of my thoughts I couldnt comprehend I walk ,breath, speak, sleep, dream poetry, words which are formed by the Gods, words were born ,trees and human followed animals were a version of human kind, never think you understand my words cause my conscious inner self is the feature of the unknown I decided to take my graffiti to the next level Allowing the ink to scramble along those thin lines I had no intentions of producing this fine product of words Fame and glory I seek neither The ink flowing beneath this thin pipes through this piece of white sheets painted by these critical thoughts of my words The last time I checked heart pounded blood How do you know your heart beat beneath your chest? Your inner being bleeding? How do you question the eclipse beneath your thoughts, smile, smell and hearing revolving in one centered yet find brain I split poison from confusion Since know one will know my poetic purpose Paging through my past scripture Hoping you will find the real me Yet I see you drowning from your own confusion How can you know me When I you cannot compel with your own thoughts This is my poetic justice Words where trapped in my mind A piece of paper freed my suffocation I called my heart a spade cause it keeps digging for understanding This is my healing #Poem by Sthembile Zondo on #Word
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 15:00:01 +0000
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