Money
A personal being that never visits
but dance on tree tops
for if want to dance
you got to brave it up
steepness being the assist
as the personal being leaps
full of joy and mischievous.
For if you get to the top
forget above the bottom
and let fear disappear
as to look down, is your fall
to look up is your loss
as green will swap your pockets with stones
seizing what's his
before you
while money continue to mesmerize.
Taken in the mid of night
to a pledge of misery
where chains bounded the flesh
to inflict mind torments.
This was the ordeal of the night
where our pants found the ground
and our soul got committed
death by groans and moans.
For they stole our prayers
and morphed our love to hate
as seconds passed to decades
robbing innocence to pleasures of their flesh.
For in their minds
our flesh was their entitlement
so they parted sea between
and let their voyages stream down and up.
Cannoning in our grief of pain
as our screams were ignored to pleasures
a grown men pouncing on tender flesh
leaving innocence on suicidal plea
as there ways, fill our lives with nightmares.
But, how could they be?
It all felt so real
Having another glass raised
As the night was another bliss
For here I found my purpose
And the world was peaceful
As finally I was home
Finding myself wrapped under her arms.
As I found golden wings
For the first time I saw the bright light
It was all in her eyes
The world was nothing but a beautiful piece of paradise
A piece of paradise just for me and her
Her being the goddess of love
Beauty was her name as said by her physique .
Her voice is still my favorite song.
As it smoothen my soul
Creating a rythm my heart drums too
As I could taste her in the air
She was so real, yet unbelievably close
For I have been yearning for her at distant
Unsure of myself
Yet here she was, a bountiful feast right before me
So without wasting time, I held her close to my core.
Sweet as it felt
Beautiful as it was
So real it felt yet it was far from real
For it was just a dream
A beautiful dream that will always be in my mind for as long as I live.
For the hen did it to me
Alarming my surrounding
To a mirage of her
As I found myself back in waste
Where I eye her at distant
Piecing the scraps of my heart to gunner confidence.
By Yeukai Beverley Faera & Mr T Mandie
email: beverleyfaera@gmail.com
tmandie@live.com
+263778459145 /+263773444703
Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
I was a lady of perfection
Seized by trouble beyond my walls
As they merely remembered me when they saw me
But quickly forgot about me when I left
How could this be?
When I worked with them chatting my story out.
Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
For you cared not about my life
Yet you called me a friend
Checking health at sight
But when out of sight
I become out of mind
So I sipped my last on my own
And waited years before I rested.
Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
For when your sugar run out
You called at my doorstep
But when all was good
My doorstep turned to a wall
As you forgot of my existence
And chequed my own acount
Only if i could speak for myself
Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
This is the world they now call home
For we lost love to the screen
And addicted we became to a peace
That loneliness creeps at
As families have become a mere figure
Neighbors just another number on the door
Forget about me
Yes, do forget about me
As tomorrow is for singles
And the dust is a friend of one at a time
For we were not at all
But mere passangers in this voyage of life
That I waved goodbye without my kins
And it took a judge to discover my remains
As they knew me not
But forgot about me
When the wall held my service in the static of the screen.
The Poetic Mischief
Inspired by: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Vincent
Just a kid in an old fashioned room
Where materials are just a gimmick of fading lies
As today I woke up in her embrace
And the world was true
The smiles were real
As happiness was an infinity guest to our quarters
But this was just before time
For time stole the real
Leaving the room's brightness blue
As tears of truth could be seen streaming
And the fabric of society teed
Leading a mystic nightmares trail to bed
For where warmth stood
Is rigged with haven of quarrels
Leaving the happiness quarters a void
As the harlot sadness house the room
Fixated a dungeon of regrets to bare
For the broen bottle befriends
Abandoning kitchen counters with misplaced memories
Where I was just a kid in an old fashioned room
Now renovated to modern horrors.
If only you could believe the lies I baptized my soul in
If only you could believe the sight I roped my heart at
You could simply call my being here a miracle
For down to the waist
I sand trapped myself
Sinking deeply by the second
But miraculously I am still here
Calling names to the spirits beyond my veil
As I veil my shame in shunning the truth
Soiling all the evidence
Seeking to choke the lies I wear
If only you could believe the lies I soaked my soul in
If only you could believe the eye I fixed my heart at
You could honestly call my life an illusion
For anchored to the bottom
My legs pull me down
As I further fall to the trappings of my thoughts
Crowning the lies i tailores to regalia.
