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Banele Jun 2020
I am scared
I am scared.

Help everyone I can't,
the number is rising
my heart is thumping.

a second come- a second go,
I see my life is fading
I see the casket of my own body
it is leaving , he is leaving,

The soil heavily pressing on him,
he can't breathe , he is suffocating.

He look around it is confirmed
He is not ready- he is scared,
how can he count it, in Roman's numerals?
It can't be nigh he want to be high,

high of books, high of knowledge,
but he can't climb up the ridge.
he have dreams but can't be deferred
but still he is scared.

His chap chirp like caged bird
he tried to comfort him, he is distant,
the instant of his death shock him
"Sorry bra, I am scared,"

I walked away he couldn't hear me.
A day to go, back to school with the pandemic roaming the streets.
Banele May 2020
To you , dear God;
I put down my humble thanks:
My pen drained of pain of laughter-
I have been laughing
since you told me my greatness
is engraved on my forehead
greater it is than this gratifications.

I strive so hard to thrive,
sometimes cut short to breath
Perhaps , I don't deserve to breath
Pain as be my acquaintances-
Do they count many are my acquaintances
as a spirit dreadfully live:

They write be my right to grow,
they been my light wholly night
leading to the new-old age of sight:
be me their right to their holy greatness,

Their site of growth, look;
Broth of heal,
Broth of cook,
Heaven in hell.
Happy birthday to me😻
  May 2020 Banele
Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Banele May 2020
grow older than I am :
I want to be the first to taste the rain
I learnt to be tired of pain
so, please , dear baby of mine , help me grow.

Grow among the thorns
shine though it pit my bones
be my back bone once more.

If no twice be it forever,
life after life will not hurt;
besides, you not honey ,honey , you don't get me sick.

With my sick moods you kiss my cheek
till the bloom in my cheek blossom
The frown on my forehead blown away
like the bark of the yelling dog.

my hair burn down in bald
my house burn in ruins
don't know if running is the option.

Help me grow so to touch the skies,
but the skies shine will be better with you.
Banele May 2020
May God show me the way
for I  fled to the edge where I lost my way,
where I am surrounded with logs.

come and rescue me
among the mist of my heart
where they call I have to listen.

does it really talk?
Does it talk with it palpation,
maybe the bathing of blood?

come and rescue me
from the secrets of my heart
as I burn from the high volts of my heart.

come and rescue me
where I needed you I discarded you
I chose my ways away from you.

your etiquette I left alone with biting cold
where grass leeches every page
of your scripture.

I am tamed a sinner as I failed
to tame my tongue as your etiquette
stated .

come and rescue me
for my heart ekes me out.
Banele Nov 2019
From dusk to dawn,
Pain to rain
with water showering
the face of the innocent.
I was innocent then
so lovely made
And peacefully protected
From the tripling thundering
thunderstorms, as my heart thundered
Of creeps , creeping my feet.
Oh my mama made me.
When the enemies
put adversity of pain before me
Guess what, she prepared a table
of joy , giddy .
I stepped and rose .
When thorns , they laid , my carpet-
She shamelessly made me a bed of roses.
She said ," Roses are red."-
Mama the sky is blue.
You made me
Mama made me.
Banele Nov 2019
Can you tell me what's it:
All the beautiful feelings I use
to have flopped down,
Have buried themselves on their hands,

Please -

Can you tell me what's it,
all the people I use to love , now ,
Know are gone ,
Homeless I feel.
What is it?

With all these words of beauty are
substituted by the venoms,
Now I feel like everything is a norm.
Can you tell me?

Why I fail to attain my solid state,
I melt down with this burning flame
I have took hell from afar to me
What there is the hell with me?

Please -

God take my li...

**** the prayer I pray lately-
I am scared of this pain,
How am I going to be able to handle death
I uttered an idiocy.
What is it?

No one wanna stay
and talk for awhile
maybe the mist will clear*

My heart have took it course to other
sad side of the sea,
Tryna clean itself of the red.
Can you tell me what is it?

With the sad songs recorded
lyrics written and cancelled-
can't describe the issues of heart.

All the ease are the demons
but the Godly seems fairly hard to follow
Can you tell me what is it?

Why the pen have became so familiar of
every freaked out letter I write
for it write non-stop .
But still dead I feel.
What is it?
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