Miguel Qaullatine Poem by Thabani Khumalo

TOLD I MANY A STORY - TOLD I TO THEE A SPECIAL TALE:
TOLD THEE TO QUIT MYSTERY CODES BUT THOU WERE TOO A STUBBORN SOUL, SAID I IT'D HURT THEE BADLY TO, BEHOLD THY WORLD AS KNOW TO THEE.
DEVISING EDIFICATION TO DESERVE THY MATRIMONY;
FOR THOU, MY WEDDING PARTNER, BUT THY PAIN OVERWHELMING
THOU SNIFFED THE DRUGS DEPRESSING IT, I TOO HAD GOT THY PRESSURE,
TO MEND THE TOPPLED PLEASURE; YOUNG WAS LOSING PURPOSE.

THOU DREW THE DRUG TO RID THE PAIN: THE TOXIN WAS CENERGIZING;
A POISON WITHIN THE BLOODSTREAM WHICH TASTED I IN THY SHEDDING TEAR.
BEHOLD, I PRAYED TO PASS AWAY AND LEAVE THEE ALONE TO TELL THE TALE
BUT GOD HAD DIVINE PASSIONS, PERHAPS FOR ME TO POUR MY SOUL,
LIGHT HIS INVOCATIONS UNTO SOMETHING LIKE THAT HATH RETINENCE,
TO SET HIS SOUL AFIRE – PREPARING ME FOR THE HELL AHEAD.

IN SILENCE, GOD, HE ANSWERETH AND I’M VENTING NOW WITH PURPOSES.
IT RENDERS ME SO POWERLESS, THE TIDE CONSIDERETH THE MONIED,
I TOOK ME THROUGH 'EM SUICIDES AND IT FELT AS A GALLON LORE
BUT THEY CAME AND TOOK THEE HAZY ANY IN-SPITE MY LIFE I SACRIFICED.
THE REST, I’M SET TO SEE ALONE UNTIL THE DAY THE KINGDOM COMES
SINCE, I’VE CROSSED SO MANY RIVERS AND I LEFT MY PRINT UPON THE DESERT’S SANDS.
I MUST BE TOUGH AS A GROWN MAN, I MEAN, GIVEN THAT I’M SUFFERING.

I FEEL THY SPIRIT HOVERING AND I KNOW I’M NEGLECTED NOT,
I’M TMAN KIRY AND TMAN KIRY FOREVER WILL KNOW THE DARKSIDE
AND I’M FINDING FEET ANEW KNOWING OF MY LOB BEING OF ALL THE DARK CAVE,
I’LL FOUND MY OWN, THAT’S LOB, UPON THY LOVING MEMORIES.
EVEN WHEN I’M DEAD AND MY LASHES SHUT TIGHT,
MIGUEL, I WILL LOVE THEE LIKE THE WATERS.