Mpho Nkadimeng Poems

In the dawn of her absence
He lived in isolation
With her voice secluded
Death rendered her will to all scripted words of adulation
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I loved a feminist
Not once for her constitutional ideas
That flake the trend of feminism
Not once for her female structure
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Somewhere maybe it's a part that you would part from me
And lie in wastes of these holocenes
You flocked through trends of lullabying teeth unseeing
And sing silent songs with dying sheep
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Water and sand bound to the wind
These are my stories set to dim my thoughts and purify my being
Tales of blistering pathways and soothing misconceptual destinies
All plastered in these scathing empty glasses resembling hours of time
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De javu chants immortality
Hearts spared to suffer it all
Through the chain of the ever ripped present
Ears bled the same silence
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The in between is for us
Pathways of solitude
Mass and frictions of a sad story
See the space between us
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I fell for a silhouette
A thought of contempt that dazzled Through the maturity of night skies
Its shades of darkness sparkled
Blending reasons to live Like undiscovered science in a belief
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beats of time thumbing to hearts laid in shacks
They whisper hymns of dimensions from minds in the dark
Sing them a song
That reveals fossils of tears under raindrops
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Where we lie
Is a prism of our shadows
Though our souls frayed and bleak
Still thoughts refract like hues of memories
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How I sank in my night
With wishes of your evenings within my crust
They say tomorrow assembles thoughts ofspring
But what good is tomorrow when todaybeholds yesterday
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