Raymond Magabe

you were supposed to be my 'amigo para siempre'
my food for the soul,
beat for the heart,
thought for the head,
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In our facebook pages we should have our relationship
Status set to be complicated.
For a love like ours is too divine
For human minds to define.
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We were intimate in our conversations
Where metaphors were built by a hundred words.
We shared the absence of our pasts
And treasured the gift in each others presence.
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I hear in poems when she paints the future for me.
My visions make sense of abstract thoughts
when I see her with my minds eye.
I dare the heavens for a sight better than her smile.
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Walls never keep quiet, if you listen closely
You will hear them speak when you are not listening.
These walls know more than we can ever imagine.
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when I die,
I want my boys to burry me.
I want them to feel this pain for me.
Not out of spite but endearment,
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life in full colour,
where the grey reflects the black,
back when 'zama-zama' was more
than a concept; a lifestyle
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I forgot the words to our song
When I was falling out of love with you.
That melodic pentameter lost tune
And the serene faded from within its rhythm
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when thrones rise before the fall
with winter sprouting into adolescence
a throne rises before the fall.
loving giggles and sparkling eyes,
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Voice like angels singing charols on the eve of his birth,
Smile like heaven’s gate to confuse a sinner on the dawn of his death,
Persona like the rainbow to Noah’s sight on deck the legendary ark,
Beauty like Eden to personify the glory in the exuberance of God’s art,
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We play hide and go seek
When I’m the one who needs to be found.
I have done the hiding all my life
I pray he be the one to find me.
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Like black strokes of robust
Lightning strikes,
Across wet sheets of dead leaves
Mounted like clouds on the amazons floor,
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Simple star shines of sweet summer skies
Are the only similes most suiting for smiles such as yours,
For diamonds and dining halls never possessed a beauty so pure.
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I am not a spice man.
I don't like funky aromas enticing my sinuses'.
my taste-buds are very choosey.
my throat is very sensitive and my tummy aggressive,
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So long as hate brews in the hearts of black brothers
Who have had their manhood defined by gun shots
And blood gashing out of open wounds
With tear drops impersonating the symphony of people's cries
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How do I describe you beyond what you see in the mirror?
I 'google' my mind for words, but none stands out.
No word is worthy to describe you to mere mortals.
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Your care will forever be missed.
Your endless attempts to teach and
The love you gave to whoever was within reach.
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these four walls conversed with our dreams
to unite the genes in our blood streams
in the cold nights and short days
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At this corner of the earth
I sit and wonder what she smiles to now,
What tickles her fancies?
Does she still like being kissed on the neck right by the ear?
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Battlefields are drawn within kitchen walls,
And bedroom draws have become ring side bells.

Mom’s heart is no longer melted
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