Nokutenda Mupamombe

Harsh tides vicious storm
A frail sailer with a hope
Far different from the norm
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Green landscape

Cool weather, huge mountains
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I am a boy
And i am pretty
Growing into a man
What a pity
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I am now
A result of all i have lived
Calamities cloy
To enjoy the now pure joy
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I have been shaking and waking
My friend is awaking

My friend is alive and will thrive
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Take deep breaths and comprehend
Relax your body and understand
Admit there is no beginning or end
But only matters you must attend
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I take a sit in the minibus
Another entity comes beside
We both look at our phones
And simultaneously put on our earphones
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Suzie is a very rude girl
Very pretty but with her attitude noone can tell
Maybe thats why she is always mad
People are always calling her bad
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Set your heart ablaze!
Something begins to merge
A different, safe kind of rage
It causes a nervous energy surge
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How does he do it
Brilliant innit
Perhaps he's not the one doing it
And its all food for a thought monster
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I used to think i would drown
I wanted to be sad and kill the clown
So i embarked on conscious voyage
A rarity for someone my age
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The book writes itself on the internal shelf
In the dreams the better, while your snore makes your nose sing
Sleeping to rest isn't a thing
You sleep to wake up, from the reality that is made up
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Careful not to speak too much of your mind
Heresy is something they are looking to find
Your friends become treacherous
And the family dangerous
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The end is near

I'm just kidding there is no end
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I am lazy and a bit crazy
I have never written a long poem before
My pour is something i do not control
But lately I've been on a roll
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I love writing when i don't want to
It tells me that i have to
I pour some substance onto this digital page
Coming out to the world as a young Sage
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20 a day they can pour
A fountain of knowledge and wisdom
In a me, myself and I Kingdom
This is my mind have a tour
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My vessel was broken and reshaped
It was Torture
But left a cosmic Aperture
Infinity is now my adventure
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To play the game you must be a good gamer
Growing up you learn to hide the flame
And you can't hate or blame
You forgot who you are and your Soul has a mortal Scar
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Should i write right now?
The question in itself suggests
There is something to be written
So i will write now
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