Tebogo Tshegofatso

O Emmanuel, fountain and full,
Where is the glory of your grace?
As it broke forth like a suckling,
For joy to embrace your beloved?
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We are soul mates, it's written in the sky,
When love catches you, do not ask why,
Because it knows who is your perfect fit,
But we won't fall in love, we were born in it,
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Matilda has a boyfriend,
And he's not serious about her,
These days when she cries
No tears fall from her balls,
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But to abhor, cease not,
But find repugnant
Both sex and sword,
All and the remnant,
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I know you love me, therefore let's be,
It's evident, in how your lips extend,
And the way your eyebrows bend,
The unfading look of desire in your eyes,
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These bells toll for who,
With so grim a tendency?
The shackles jangle for who,
With half their life gone?
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A dark mist hovers above
The faint lights of the ruin,
And the same hope we pinned
On secularization clearly fails us,
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Summer is truly long gone,
Not for discontent,
Which wouldn't have stood,
But for a natural flow,
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Rest in peace, thou sweet!
Death is a friend we must
All embrace and return all
With heavy hearts to dust,
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The chimneys have held
The smoke for themselves,
The gutters have withheld
The molten ice from soil,
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Go easy on her, my Friend,
She does not know the trade
Of modern men in civilization,
Nor can she guide the helm
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I'm leaving my neighborhood,
And all the tender memories
Wedged into my sweet childhood,
Mother will catch my faint sight
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There between the lanes I stood,
Where pressed motors had walked
And more should yet be passed,
With the pounding of wild hoofs-
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Dear President, your shoulders
Must be shaking for this burden,
For the yokes of this nation are
As fetters of bronze on a lisping tongue,
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This must be it, the last time I'm seeing you,
The road has been bumpy, this long life too,
The shoulders were thorny, we could not rest,
Or stick to our given lane, but we did our best,
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Hissing through torrid Sahara
You hiss, you crawl,
You twist and turn,
(Oh what blissful view hath the
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God is in love with you,
Perfectly and persistently,
His sheer passion is you,
Nurtured and cultivated jently,
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at first we reckon'd 'this is a necessary rhythm'
we were swindl'd of our mothers' breasts
and promised all sorts of shiny crests,
they push'd and pull'd us towards the system,
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inside this womb,
a woe of woes,
poetry has shined
days without number,
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do not liken me to the sad man
or to his sudden face,
the wrinkles on his forehead
tell a very strange story,
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