Munashe C. Gumbonzvanda

to death i have to speak
4 he hath to know
that my love liveth
and we will suffer evermore
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I tell you baby
Death is but our home
Death is but our throne
No one can tell us no
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I wait for a chance
Whilst thinking of the
Tingly feeling I'm feeling
Inside me.
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The Great Artist is you.
The perfect phrase to describe one who creates spiritual art.
From how you decorate your body
To how you nurture life.
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i feel you in the wind, a power connects you and me
the earth changes as your lips draw a smile
my eyes twinkle when you heart skips a beat
the blueness of my sky fades every time you are down
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in baggy pants i roll
around me the sound of techno goes
i hear her call.
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she calls me wherever i go
when i move, she says move slow
whatever i draw, she calls a Picasso
she wants me, your boy milo
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Do not turn from your hue
for i am enchanted
I love the darkness in your body, that which seduces light.
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The girl of my dreams is beautiful.
She had soft dark eyes,
A cute smile,
A lovely heart and a warm soul.
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if i say
you are chocolate sweet.
the blessed dark eve
of my every day.
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i have many reasons why i love you
mainly it has to do with your body.
in particular eyes which whisper of secrets,
and feet which always travel the road of love.
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Love note

i first saw you, within the realm of earth the usual
the everyday, the uncool the work related
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damsel in distress
wore no dress but pantaloons
as she started to sway
using my jokes as rhythm to dance to
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in the darkness of the night
where alone i weep to sleep
i dream of African maiden
who made me taste defeat
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Other people have stared and wondered
With jealous eyes and a thirst for theft
Why i tend to gravitate and spend my time with you
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two lovers held hands at dusk
the girl was fearful
as the guy was stared at the moon
which was staring back, with light
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she speaks of love
my forbidden lie
i speak in have little and have not
destined not to die
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I have been looking for you for a long time
Had to wait, lost track of all else

When i finally saw you, I was a bit over joyed
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I have heard you hate on your curly hair
As if something was quite not right how you caught me in it.
I have pondered over words to tell you on the topic
since i find every inch of you sublime
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i bet you can see me talk to myself
with dark characters writtm by a dark form
writing words. which speak of secret lovely things
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