Tshilidzi Nengovhela

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Every time I sleep; pains on my brain'
Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein
From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain
I can't predict the weather nor the range of the rain
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Tshilidzi Nengovhela Biography

My name is Tshilidzi Nengovhela; highly known as ‘Rastus Northerington’. Born in 1992 and native of South Africa. I am a Student of university of the western cape located in the province of western cape I Bellville. I’m, however, doing my b.com general and hope to become a highly respected practitioner. Iv dedicated my time and effort to give you one of the most highly sophisticated poems of all time. My goal is to be the most recognized poet in the world..I might be new in this poem industry, but I’m highly gifted and iv used this gift to give you poems the will melt your hearts and rise your souls. I noticed that by writing poetry, not only expresses my life thoughts, but I feel, gives meaning and inspiration to others. Whether it is fictional or based on fact, the poetry I write will always be read differently and have a differing meaning from one person to the next. My aim is to give a pleasure to the reader without the poetry being too multifarious or deep, so as not to be understood or enjoyed. Much of my poetry is based upon life events and perceptions. I find that works well and I can draw upon my own experiences, to put into poetry, a literary art form. Those that read my poetry, I hope gain something from it and enjoy reading the same.)

The Best Poem Of Tshilidzi Nengovhela

Demise

Every time I sleep; pains on my brain'
Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein
From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain
I can't predict the weather nor the range of the rain
But hope for the station of this moving train
Thou death is sometimes rude & so insane
Life remains a distance between birth & death
That exists deep down in the palms of earth


Demise, demise, demise; roll your unmerciful dice
Flutter with our lives as we stare with horrified eyes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, statue into dense ice
Nothing panels your path nor human's wealth
Wicked calamity that neither cares of people's health
Guilty & innocent souls shall rest on your misty throne
Plans & creatures will bow & obey to the sound of your tone


Yet no grave, on the roots of earth, shall hold my corpse down
I'll dwell with divine cherubs of warmth, & wear my sacred crown
Emulating implausible angels in the closed doors of heavens town
So wipe your worthless tears, & rinse my ashes with frosty plums
Blustering monumental trumpets, accompanied by mourning drums
While the faultless treasure chest slumps down the mastery ground
As I tumble in a dim cavernous ocean aiding my soul to rebound


Gushing tears won't refurbish dull coats munched in the idols grave
Bloated hearts shall be restored by comforting pals that are brave
The sprinkling gates of heaven will sanctify my bones with streams
Consigning my precious soul to a land filled with endless dreams
Confessing all my transgressions; as I knock on the heavens door
While my corpse respite calm on the arctic layers of my odd floor

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