Love So Unkempt...Complete Edition Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Love so unkempt...
stored in unfaithful hearts
those hearts whose windows are broken
allowing the strangers to nimble
like rats they taste the sacred love on the shelf
taking away the juice that makes love magical
leaving behind an empty cocoon
the crumbs that fills the empty shelves
rotting away, leaving behind the stench of rotten love


Love so unkempt...
The stench of rotten love consumes the heart like wild fire
it turns the tender loving heart into an unforgiving soul
filled with all sorts of misery and sadness
the demons awakened from the depth of the human soul
bringing conflicts and mistrusts between lovers
Intense hatred dished on a platter
consumed by lovers in a spate of broken love
leaving them fatigued with the blood of their love
sipping away from their veins
turning them into pale ghosts of love

Love so unkempt...
is like a mirror in a dark room
its light is stolen by darkness
leaving behind a shadow of all the beauty
A shadow of all the happiness
the laughter that used to fill the lovers' hearts
no longer flood their faces with smiles
In silence love has turned cold
frozen for the next lover to defrost

Love so unkempt...
is like a Tsunami unleashed from the depth of the sea
with fury it rushes to the shores of your hearts
with immense strength it turns love into ruins
the bright shiny beaches of your hearts are filled with rubble
the paradise of love is completely swallowed
in an unforgiving moment all the love is destroyed
turning the white sand of your hearts into mud
the stuff that sticks to your souls unleashing hatred
turning lovers into monsters for others to see
with bared sabre teeth they stare at each other in a rage of broken love
fighting in daylight, unleashing their dirty linen for the public's consumption


Love so unkempt...
is like a volcano sitting next to a village
in silence it rumbles with the voice of a dragon
slowly building a torrent of hot lava
ready to unleash the dreaded contents of its belly
the village unaware of the impending doom
walks about in their daily chores
undisturbed by the occasional tremor that rattles their legs
the black smoke dished out of a gaping mouth
is a sign of all things to happen
the last supper of love is served unaware
eaten in darkness in a feast of love
their hearts beeping in their final moment
the lovers unaware of the ignition phone call
the hidden sms uncovered for the partner's eyes
the hour of doom is here
Tomorrow will never come...

Love so unkempt...
glows like a fire on a windy night
its brightness changes with the passing minute
dragged by the wind in a tug of war
until the sudden spit quenches its final glow
and all is swallowed by darkness...
Love so unkempt.........