Cliff Phiri

Woe to them...
Who made us jump, sit and wait
Without reason.
People who got us packing bags just to unpack.
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My Jesus
Born by a virgin.
Who can imagine?
Beyond human comprehension he is.
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Machines work and rest, the heart is restless.
Magnets attracts with distance; but love is unseasonal.
Feelings go, love remains forever.
Human days are numbered; but love is unmeasurable.
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Pain is just but a motivation.
Though my foes seem many, they are not too many.
My skin is salty.
My eyes are all fire.
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His words are sour.
The waist has fallen to the thighs.
Morals were thrown into the trash.
His words are moisturised with curses.
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Behold the morning.
With a refreshment.
Much promising.
Under the bright light of the sun.
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An overloaded heart, a silent mouth, an open grave.
A world with people yet without people.
A test of isolation.
Steaming tears all over.
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Two things life seems not to offer; rest and peace of mind
Being a fruity tree is dangerous; more stones on you.
What you see they do not see.
What you feel they do not feel
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A prudent heart is the maker of peace.
To observe signs is that you be forearmed.
To understand times is to live victorious.
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Rising to the mountain top is good.
Getting out of a pit is for champions.
A reward is for conquerors.
The crown is for finishers.
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I am a poor man.
My eyes are always on the ground.
My ears hear no good news.
Im totally visionless of the future; i go where the wind goes.
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Through the lifeless deserts we've passed. Hopeless, faithless and so much more.
Scars of betrayal embroidered our backs.
Unfriendly friends were all over.
Had it not been for the Grace....
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Gone are the days
Or
I should say
'the days are gone'
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The place of liberty and glory
Seemed a myth.
So the sound of freedom was all we needed.
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My heart is weary,
Filled with twigs and dirt.
Weedy and wounded.
Again in dire need of a purge!
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Let them eat
but never let them sit.

Beat,
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Lower your shoulders for the worried soul.
Do not despise the teaching of yesterday.
Let your shoulder be a pillow to the crying heart.
Is there any benefit? -being filthy rich yet without love.
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