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Thando Jul 2018
Poetry Click-Click
Tears Knock-Knock
Consciousness Ticks-ticks

This Poetry Just Got Me Lost-Lost
And Felt Sick Like The Most-Most

When I Unpack, Her **** Scene
Stir It With Sad Theme,
And Play It Slow Like Emotional Film
They Also Cry In Pain:
Her Fam(Family).
I Touched More Wounds Than I Thought.
As She Feels The Shame
I Wax Her Heart With Sweets Of The Soul
Closing Every Hole
On Her Heart
With Poetical Punchlines
Poet's Undying Lies.

That Moment When I Heal
The Rejected, Almost Aborted Soul.
I Lose My Self Trying To Find The Cure
For His Dark Bleeding Pole
On His Heart, That Is Stretched By Cold Nights'
And Rain Drops, Displayed By City Lights.
I Put Together, Words And Let Him Forget He's An Orphan,
A Deserted Token.

I Always Touch-Touch
Her Wound, From Last Night's Punch
Banging On The Walls
Till Her Beauty Falls.
She Married A Monster,
Though I Plaster
That With Motivations
And Uncomplicated Solutions.

Down-Down
I Go,
After Realizing My Poetry Flopped
Cause They're Souls Not Yet Touched.

Like, That Stripper
Who Found Her Self Deeper
In All Men's Pants.
I Told Her, crazy Facts
But In Malema's Ascent.
At The End I'm Unheard.

Chained In Dark Cells,
With Terrifying Beasts
Unseen, Living spirits
Whom Hurt You Dearly.
They Trapped Me,
And Told Me To Let Go
To Live You Alone,
For You To Remain Hurt On Your psyche.

No-No
I Won't.
I'll Write Till You're Free
For Poetry Free's.
I Always Cook The Soul And Mind Freeing Poetry.
LIke
Thando Jul 2018
Take It Slow,
Let It Go,
What Ever They Said Let It Flow,
Away Like It Never Even Showed,
Or Act Like They Never Owed
That Moment
When They Tried To Tear You Apart,
Tried Pull Side-by-side
Till You Were Selfless.

People Will Always Talk,
Specially When Failed To walk
The Road You Chose,
Let Your Thoughts, conscious Close
It's Doors.
When They Intend To Drag It Down To The Floors
Keep On Trying
Continue Walking
The Road To Success.

Remember, If You Listen, What Changes Will Encounter,
Will They Move You Backwards Or Forwarder.
So Listen To Your Inner Being
Cause He/She Knows Your Dream.
Let Alone Your Limits
People Always Set Limits
Based On They are Experiences.
Remember We All Have Our Own Differences
Not Matter The Situation
Stand Your Ground, Don't Move Away From Your Position.
For What Ever People Say,
Don't Allow They're Words Go On Replay
On Your Mind
Throw Them On The Bin And Burn Them
Say To Your Mind "They so Much Lied"
For You'RE not Them
And You'll Never Be
On
Thando Jul 2018
Ah yes, You wonder, good people, who might this be
A mysterious soothsayer, But she's Known To Me.
Though Strangely Changed By Media She Surely Has Been
I swear This is The spirit Of The Lately Murdered Queen.
Her Image, ruthlessly befouled
Repeatedly Tugged On The Ground,
The Doer Is Said To Blonde
And Lighter In Pigment.
She Was abandoned By Her Own, She Was Sent To Die Alone,
For Her Words, Unproven Predictions Said To Hallucinating,
Though It Was, Her Very Own, Who Misunderstood
Her Prophecy.
Now Foresee Where We Are,
Where She Claimed We will Be.
She Warned Us, To Be Delighted By Our Visitors
Stretched Mouths.
Her Sorrow Was So Very Strange
For Her Race Eyes Gaze
Was Astray
From Her Truthful Future Predictions, Now We to Pay
The Neglect And Substitution
Of spirituality with Biblical Pages
The Losing Of Trust In Our Own African Leaders
-Mwari's(God's) Prophets-
-Traditionally Fore tellers-
-And Kings-
Thando Jul 2018
Book: African Hidden Info's
Written By: Thando DebrokenPoet

To My Fellow Nigros
Lost Children Of Melanin
Fumbling Offsprings Of Mwari
You've Struggled
And Tumbled
In Chena Murume's(White Men's), grasping Hearts.

The Enslaved
And Consciously Disabled-
Till spiritually You Drowned
Deep Into Our Oppressors Feet.
Day-to-day You Lowered
And Waxed To Every sovereign state's Begger.

This Book Is to My Fellow Afru-ika
Sisters & Brothers.
And Fellow Nigro
Whose Ancestors Suffered As Steve Biko
Did And All Other
Liberation Heros.
To Name Few:Prophet/king Shake Zulu Of The Zulu Clan-
Prophetess Mtsopa, King Langalibalele , Takawira Of Zimbabwe,
Hector Peterson, Credo Muthwa
Mohamed Farrah Aidid Of Somalia.
And Many Unrealised, Unrecognised
Misunderstood Hero's, like the Xhosa Prophetess-
Nongqawuse
The True African Freedom Fighters.

Skinned Dark, Rough In Complexion
Creator's Mastered Creation
Though Notified
To Be Mvelinqangi's Rejected
Child.
Said Black pigment, displays
Alah's Curse Upon You Dark skinned.

Through Thy're Undying spirit,
mandate passed to Prophet Radebe.
I'll Unpack Africa's Hidden Truths
Self-owed By homme blanc(White Men).

My Intro, For My 10 Days
Of Poetree.
Thando Jun 2018
Listen To Her Tune,
Hear Her Voice.
Yeah! That's What I've Thought, You Have No Clue
How Precious Was Your Choice.
To Take Her As Your Own,
Men Who Abuse Women Are More Dumb.

"Behind Quiet Walls
A woman
Is Crying"
"Behind Quiet Walls
A Man
Is Abusing, ******
Violating The Right To Harmony"

Women Are Like Diamond
True One's Are Hard To Find.
She's Like A Flower
Water Her With Love.
Flowers Are Meant To Be Spoiled
Spoil Her With Jewels;
Your Time,
Jokes
Romantic Dinners.
Just Show Her She's Special.

And Trust Me She'll Be A Blissful
Wife
To You.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
MAY YOUR WISHES BE GRANTED
AND LET THE LORD LISTEN TO WHAT EVER YOU SAY.
Thando Jun 2018
Insane! Insane!
I'm A Demon On Earth, Walking Among Men,
Weird! Weird!
I am A Fallen Soul, Favoring Heaven's HOPE
Lunatic! Lunatic!
I'm Twisting My Tongue, Against Hell's Quote
Mad! mad!
I'm Playing My Volcals Like Heaven's Tune

Till The Sky Turns Blue,
Till These Words Stuck In your Mind As Glue.
I'll Continue Spreading God's Word

It's Insane How We Look At Each Other's Eyes
And Tell Each Other Lies.
So Very Weird How Men
These Days Look Like Women.
Lunatic The World Goes AGAINST It's Origin
God's Voice Will Soon Be Forbbein.
So Beyond Mad, We're Killing Each Other
We're Enemies Of One Another.

Mind Of A Sinner Is Non Different From Saint's
Visions Of A Prophet Are Those Of Poets.

Thousand Ways To Hell, One Way Through Heaven's Door
Million Ways to Fall, One Root To Hell's Floor.
Just Sin.
Thando Jun 2018
I Am Waiting For My Death With These Two Bear Hands,
My Head Against Their Heads, Stupidly I fell On These Lands:-
Hell's Way. Demons In side My Brains;
A Mind Of Killer, Thoughts Of Devil Stains
Covered In smile But DEEP And So dark as HELL's Gate.
I Pray For Brighter Fate
But My Deeds Trapped Me In Satan's Plate
My Sins Can Fill The Jar Over Fill A Crate.
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Now I Know Who I am,
Where I'm Heading.
I'll Drown In The Fire DAM
Hell's My Landing.
Sometimes I Pray, To Overcome My Ways Escape His Trap
But He Knows Me, He Knows Me Very Well.
My Heart Is Wet,
In Sin. Satan Dwell'
Beneath Me, He Lives Right Inside Me.

I Have A Mind Of a Sinner,
Thoughts Not Different From A killer.
I Hate My Ending,
But Love How Sinning
Taste.

This Is My Confession,
"I Am A Sinner"
This Is My Obsession
"Heaven's Creator".

I Know My Path, And I Know My Home.
I Belong With Sinners, As I'm One Too.
Sometimes I Wish I Was Never Born,
Or Even  Ever Existed.
I Curse The Day I Was Designed-
Curse My Birth.
I Imagine When We Enter Hell's Gate,
Long Behind My Fellow Sinners
"WELCOME TO HELL"
A Comforting Phase.

It's Rare For Someone To Know His Death,
Or One's Birth
Before Thy're Conceived;
Eggs And ***** Fused.
I Know Mine
I Can Feel It's Presence.

Lucifer Has A Home In Me,
I wish I Had Comforting One In His.

Yeah It's Not Like, I've Accepted My FATE
I Daily Pray For Heavens Gate.

"Mind Of A Sinner"
Lines Of Deceiver
"Soul Of The Fallen"
That Rejected Token.
Darling Engage With Non OF My Action
But Only Words I Preach.
I mean Every Word On This Poetry

Days I Ago I met My spirit,
God! It Was Crying
Deep Trapped Around Those
With The Same Mind As I.

Yesterday I Kissed A Beautiful Princess
Yesterday I Stripped Naked Heaven's Newly Accepted
Cause I Have A Mind Of A Sinner
A Godly Yearning Killer
That's Who I am.

Sometimes I Think I'm A Demon Myself
A Fallen Angel In Soul And In Flash.
Tribute To All Who Love Me
Specially The One Reading My Poem
-Don't Feel Sorry For Me
I Did This To Me, Sinning
Is What I chose.

We Sin By Thinking,
Sin By Walking, Eating
We Sin By Staring
Sin By Chatting, Touching
We Sin In Many Ways
But My Sins Are Beyond Common Sinnings.

My Real Name Is Vusumzi Kati
Born In Khayelitsha 18 December 199*.
Grown Under The Wing Of Poverty
With Bro And Cousin.
You Know I've Never Truly Laughed
Till I Wrote This Poem.
I'm Very Talented
With A Mind So Broad
A Gift Of Making People Laugh
And I am An Artist:
Poet
Musician
Drawing Artist.
But Most Of All I am A sinner.
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Maybe You Think I'm Joking
Check My Thoughts If You Can.
Maybe You Think I'm Poking
Your Emotions. Take A Deep Scan
At My Soul And See
I'm No Saint
I'm More Of A Sinner.
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