Kenneth Maswabi Poems

It's not viable to remain stagnant
Inside the high walls of normality
Come out and explore
The outskirt of reason
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With tiny little words
My heart is nourished
My mind explored
My soul illuminated
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Every time I open a poetry page
I am thrown out of the cavity of my skin
Not by the power of words per se
But by the many nations and cultures represented
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The world has lost so much
In just a few months
We lost friends and family
We lost colleagues
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Today I read a story
A similar story happened yesterday
And probably will happen again tomorrow
This is not a dream
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In the land of hopelessness
I am buried in a grave of uncertainty
Not a single ray of hope in sight
I am under the heavy burden of disease
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This is not a known disease
Or a new drug of abuse
This is insanity
That has been poured onto my being
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In the beginning
The womb of existence in its infancy
The fabric of life not fully developed
The mind, body and soul not yet divided
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Like a seed
That sprouted
Forming many branches
To become a magnificent tree
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There is no language that disperses meaning
More than the language of the heart
It's not the school of spirituality
Or the classroom of knowledge
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