Mpho Leteng Poems

My days are filled with flames of nostalgia;
sin peeled away the walls of my heart,
torn my faith apart...
like burning acid it consumed me!
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Fragments of my fractured heart falling apart at the seams;
i crawl towards the fading light,
in my mind logically interweaved thoughts of my parents lost identity
a false believe they held from the craddle to the grave
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I want a plain substandard coffin,
Wide enough to contain my wishes of more livelier offing
A much more humbled prospect; a faultless unadulterated vision!
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Now that i shall sink and die in the nadirs of my own house;
And my tears shall trickle down and fall on the distrait soils of my land,
Now that i shall fall and wither
If at all I have to free myself from the need to be free
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From your disheveled intellects I seek none story, I seek no poem;
For I fell short not of a story nor poem!
I fell short of undoubted reasons to why I should read any of your nonsense!
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I too would rummage around for one to stub out my thirst;
To unfurl me with familiar lies and tamp me with such taste,
Or as luck would have it find mine woman holy, innocent and chaste.
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Our walk is a walk of fatuous minds to their massacring field;
Our walk is a visionless walk through the foot-path of obliteration,
Yet we still walk down that same road!
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When raindrops hit the grey floor,
we all mythyfied the truth for a purpose that really go,
but the beginning is a contradictory lie to the end.
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You put me through the mangle,
interrogated my mind with quizful smiles;
and when you walked away my heart wore a green willow!
i covered my head sadly with a pillow...and cried...
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(Written by Mpho Leteng & Jennifer Legotlwane, edited by Onalethuso Petrus Ntema)

1. So you are still out-and-out with that old passion?
I look cogently at you actively warbling that song, unchanged,
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