Changu Chilwesa Poems

THE MAN UPSTAIRS
See, my heart I gave to him that took it and almost
Tore it to shreds, confusion struck me, migraines
What a pain I felt, in my mind a mocking voice I heard say
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ATTITUDES
SAINTS AND SINNERS
When some fellow yields to temptation and breaks a conventional law,
We look for no good in his make –up, but God! How we look for a flaw!
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ATTITUDES
SAINTS AND SINNERS
When some fellow yields to temptation and breaks a conventional law,
We look for no good in his make –up, but God! How we look for a flaw!
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I dont know why i even bother,
Either way, it aint like you are my brother,
Keep asking myself if there is another
But once, you said there would be no other.
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Lying in my bed, with both eyes closed,
Iam reminded of the promises you made.
It hurt when you left, for i was but bruised.
Down in my heart, i question why the memories wont fade.
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THE BATTLE WITHIN
As she stands at life’s crossroads, not too sure which way in which she should go,
She looks to the left, and then to the right whichever way she goes, danger awaits.
The pangs of blood thirsty men, she fears. The pain of suffering and sorrow she feels.
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PEACE, BE STILL!
People will let you down, one time too many. Will you ever learn? Is the question you concurrently
Ask yourself. Some have left you on the cold and lonely street; they have left you to die. Food and clothes
They give you not, but when they see your naked body as though the shame you are covered in is not
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ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO DUST
My riches gain I count but loss, the world’s finest treasures and life’s pleasures
Define me not. I put to die that which makes me mourn, the trials that rob me of my
Joy and the ailments that take from me the strength to face this day with courage. I look into
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MUCHO GRACIAS
Words untold, yet I hear the voice of betrayal. Promises made, many broken. The dreams of what could have been, now shattered, nightmare to you it might seem. My heart of steel and stone no expensive doctor can cure. The comfort once known to me an illusion it has become. Shakespeare was right, ’ it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.’ Not to despise the words of Solomon, ’do not awaken love until it so desires’, many to this instruction, they do not heed. Bleeding hearts and wounded souls are the songs sang on the stage of life. Some famous singers too have sung, ’ same script, different casts’. It is written, for lack of knowledge people perish.
Don’t pity me! My fair share of heartaches have I taken. I worry for you, if this were to happen to you, would you rise with your head held high? Life’s paparazzi, shall you face boldly? My pride though bitter I had to swallow, Life’s lessons are best taught through pain. Don’t cry! This too shall pass for in a greater faith have I placed my trust. You should know, grief is the agony of an instance, the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life. What about betrayal, you ask? Ain’t it funny how I remember not what that word means? Some extravagant thoughts cross my wandering mind now as I write, without the slanderous betrayers, you see I would not sup. For in the presence of them, my table is to be set. Long live to them that have had the opportunity to tear the walls of my heart apart, for in the latter days my cup of laughter, it will overflow. The oil of gladness, my potion now it be. For time and chance it is said happens to all.
Behold! For I hear the bells ring, the alarm sound, the chiming clock go tick tock, tick tock…my season to shine it draweth nigh. An old hymn, I can’t help but hum, “this little light of mine, am gonna let it shine”. The burning passion to be that which many thought you had killed, like a phoenix rising from its ashes, is now awakened. Bringing down every vain imagination of what you thought I would never be, capturing that mind that believes not in who I now am. On your knees, I see you fall and crush like lightening. It’s only a sad tale who you are now, for you are but left with regrets of what you could have had. A snit bit, you did taste, that I do not deny, I should remind you though that it was only a cookie half baked. A pauper now, royalty before, take a bow for tables now have taken a sudden turn, I told you before ‘honor belongs only to those who find’.
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SIMPLY RECONCILE ME
In a desert have I found myself, I look up yonder to the mountains high and below to the valleys deep this time I ask not from whence cometh my help? Against mighty men on horses have I raced in search of thee. My soul weary, my spirit weak and my body lifeless, I am simply nothing without you. It is clear I need thee to survive. Am starving, I feel so malnourished. My throat so dry, this thirsting not even an ocean would quench. Under the scotching sun, I lie in wait of you for a shade I can’t seem to find. The emptiness I feel, only you can fill. The hunger within, only you can satisfy. My life though feeble, I want you to have because on my own the will to live I would not have.

The birds to you sing melodies so sweet, I hear them. The trees dance before thee to a rhythm only you both can hear, truce it is, a relationship with you is personal.Paper and pen have I before me, a burning desire to put together words that describe how much you mean to me. In my mind I search for the most grandiloquent of words but still in describable you remain and my paper blank it still is. A heart song for you I sing, gibberish the words my sound, but profound they are. What you do to me, no one can possibly do. When you speak, it’s like for eternity your voice I want to hear. When you touch me, shiver do I with anticipation of what you will do next. You take me to heights I dare not go alone, a climax like no other, you are simply my all in all.
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