Pretty are eyes;
tickled by the midnight
Lost in the space of time;
to those who gaze into them.

As with a shadow;
that lurks behind innocence
A grey cloud of smoke;
in a set fire of one's risqué.


                       Seems the night let's;
               the light of you come out.

Perceive, triest understand love;
      As a child, seeing many try;
As a young adult, I made my attempt
      Following in man's knowledge.

      Spoken, was their love;
Yet with a tongue rolled under itself
      Seen, some have claimed;
But without center of an apple's eye.

      Some do hid to mind;
But quickly listen to heart's feeling
      As only a few;
Hold truth, facing love's grip trap.

      One by one we fall,
Into the deepest parts of love
      For a large and long,
Number of us at a time fell in love.

      A nose dead cold;
Running it through snow
      At the highest of emotions,
But no being can subdue its drug.

      For love is many,
Beautiful, tragic, joyous, painful
      Maddening, sentimental, wicked
Ignorant, wholesome, challenging.

      But what then is love,
If not perceived as all understood?

Knitted together by colours,
Thread by all experiences.
And through God's Love needle;

I'm stitched with his image.
Living in a material world;

But in an the after-life,
No longer in its texture.

The hand, could do the heart's job
    Still a blind man's work,
  Would toil him to his death.

   All of his dues are robbed;
    A job always awaits him
   But to one who can't see,
How do they count their failings?

Who can run from responsibility,
    feet counting their steps?
Counting all; the amounts of it's due
      For debts to be soon met.

          Play it safe may open one,
   To be safely tucked away in graves.
         They seem to be a waste?

             But open your eyes,
             And be wide awake.

Searching for love;
feels like a risk
Especially after-
that first kiss.

Tell you to-
shed your skins
Leave yourself exposed;
and without our clothes
Who knows what-
happens now?

        All depends with the sounds.

"In a time where the only time
someone gives an honest blessing
Is after you sneeze

But even then,

They're only doing it
out of a heightened instinct
Rather than actual genuineness."

"Maybe if we were keenly
focused on self change
Adopting change;
letting go of your chains

But many;

Want to pray for change
but never spare a cent towards it."

"And a blind fool
works himself till they bleed

But;

Only takes it as sweat;
never seeing all they've spent
On all they've lost;
trying to build a better tomorrow
With the problematic chains of yesterday."

              So is it Change or Chains?

As Zim life-
forces you to survive;

Swallow some pride
close your eyes;

Be close to alright
with a bright African smile;

And never forget;


                   The Lord does provide.

A shadow calls-
vexed by whisper
In the night;
as I hear echoes of pity.

Through blackest eyes;
seeing nothing in-
Vast openness;
and at its center,

                     A bird.

Brokenness resting
on closed wings
Prisoned to ground;
stretching hand to her

                          But;

She takes nothing-
of my helping aid
The sky;
has betrayed her;
Once she had loved

Each day passed;
I came to feed it love
By the crumbs;
each piece was strength

                          Until;

A day her-
wing could stretch
Flying highest to
tomorrow, and beyond
The black bird;
once again, became her

                       Fired Phoenix.


And so;
a light of hope
Lost in world's dark;
once again found her

                               Spark.

You could paint-
memories on a canvas
But everything in it
                    Bleeds.

All that you've;
been through in life
Splashed and sheds
                Like tears.

Strokes of luck;
I do wish I had
Brushing away pain;
            And all griefs.

As life's a portrait-
a profile of you
Draws you in ink;
    Of days you've lived.


A master of-
your every piece
Portrayed by actions;
Canvases of what you did.


             Bleeds like tears;
               And all griefs
         Of days you've lived;
     Canvases of what you did.


               But an Untitled art piece.

Blue as an Ocean;

                          Under a light moon
                              Black nowadays;
                               as life is so cruel

                  The moon;

So timid-
whispers secrets;
Lives with all my
dreams and wishes


                        Unfortunate for me;
                          eyes heavy of tears
                                 All I do is stare;
                          looking up, in fears


                 An Ocean lost-
                        at Sea
             In the waves of life;
                       Waits on
             The tides to subside


                              My flow goes on;
                                         stays alive.

Under tears of-
          rain;  
We're   all         the
        same.

No matter of
                    where
    you
           came. ..

We all take life-
       day by
                  day;
Sit,
  wait  and
                      pray. ..

What      stops 
                       God;
  doing  a    
 ­                miracle
       today?  

Sit,    
             wait,
and  
                      pray.

         Enjoy the-
kissing tears
                    of the
                        
                             Rain.

Fires rest under skin;
Blessed a kiss of Sun

In the dark;
I am light. ..

Bright & gentle flower;
Hand-picked by God

                   In the dark;
                   I am life.

Sorrows, I've carried;
but only for a time

             In the dark;
             But still I survive

Pretty Orange,
my colour is-
Clean & well polished.

                               I flourish. ..

Tiny tickles in my nose;
she's a flair of exposed
    Granting a hint of-
          an open Rose.

Sweet fires of red;
burning incense
    A scent that shows.

Darling does know;
how strong perfumed
            Is her worth.

So wonderful-
sticking to her clothes
Scent of beauty a Rose;
        that soon arose.

In his room-
making inventory;


Asking himself,

         Why does lonely
            want to rhyme;
                    With *****?

Searching through-
all his contacts;
asking about,
       "Why won't you call me"

           Seeming so needy;
              giving him a sore knee.

Round the city blocks;
with its fake people,
       And the bad crowds.

***** dealers;
and their corrupt cops

House party speakers-
cracking noises
                   So **** loud.

Amongst all the chaos-
still wishing my love was
                        Still around.

I'm a lonely leaf;
          falling away in
                the  
                      Winds.

A cement of ideas;
    paved in
                  pain
On the Avenue of
               Destiny's street.


Hanging onto life;
          threading needles
                  In my back

Puppet strings,
   tied to things-
                 That I lack.
                
            Only for tonight;
      I'll love myself

But by tomorrow;
                Wish I could be  
         anyone else.

                  Bring your love;
     trade you my pain

Bring your scars;
                I could give you
      an escape
                        
                            Bring your thoughts;
     and leave  
            your brain.

Close your eyes;         To see what's
                      really inside
Put an X;            On two of my I's
                     XII;

Lose your air-
to remember how it;
               feels to be alive.  
  
                      But you'll still
             survive;
                         Even with
death on  
                 your mind
                        
                      Stay strong;
                           stay alive.

As she boldly said;

'It only takes-
four words to say,'
              "I'm falling in love,"

He sighed and replies;

'But it only takes-
three to say,'
                 "I'm falling apart."

Even where flavour lies;
can't bite into love
Like a sandwich.

Two slices of loaf;
he was told too many lies.
Unfortunately for him;
it was all both sides.

Now all of emotion-
seem to be off duty
Sick of onward motion;
and things not set in motion
I'm growing cold; and frozen
so void of my apparent motion
                       But stay on duty.

Put myself on promotion;
free of living in Death's duty
Putting my self will in a glove;
then going on grips in self-love
Its handwoven, and interwoven
                        Worthen of a ruby.

With abreast of pride on chest;
all of my heart has know cruelty
But I learnt how to see beauty,
and tying closely to it's devotion
                            With faith in me.



Some of which, stressful days
will move best in slow motion;
Best of times go in a moment,
so I've come to the conclusion,
                      I'm just an Ocean.

Love is a
four letter word-
As so is time.

As the love-
you have for one;
Is time you spend.

The time in love
as what to give-
Also a four letter word.

Spend the time
you give to one-
To the fullest,
as to show true love.

All children gather round in a circle;
While in their teens in the middle-
go on playing spin the bottle.

As adults figuring out a purpose;
Life is a colour of passions-
we all could be a colour purple.

Under the shade of a plum tree;
As days are like purple leaves-
praying not to be lost in the winds.

All children gather round in a circle;
While in their teens in the middle-
go on playing spin the bottle.

As adults figuring out a purpose;
Life is a colour of passions-
we all could be a colour purple.

Under the shade of a plum tree;
As days are like purple leaves-
praying not to be lost in the winds.

Our youth-
seemed to be all careless
So age finds and grows a child.

Peer pressured by our habits;
living in them like a habitat.
Stuck in a hole of teen depression;
as it looks to be a grey rabbit.

Broken family ties;
are you caught up in the lies,
And could you survive?

See through hands of giving;
closed hand into sinning
All of us are lately tripping;
falling off, death inevitably proceeding
All at our tries of living;

As are us, of our people.

So live life without
a need for Google friends;
Searching for-
your identity inside of them.

Green tint to your hair dye;
with a purple shade of lips.
All now complete with purple
makeup on your eye.

Made up blemishes and all;
paints the stroke of realism.
Unlovable parts to be loved;
Too much of a free spirit,
to keep count of your soul.

Rest upon my artistic love;
though I don't own a mattress.
Been long to train out my love;
and exercising my emotions.
So I might be out of practice.

Drew out my heart;
drawing out your picture,
As I fell in love with an idea.
What a pencil put onto paper;
as I drew you out all alone.
But hopes of being a feature.

(Lonesome artist)

In love with his drawings;
but also an artist ever so lonely.

And so to love-
we're dared to lock eyes;
As with both keys to heart.
And so to enter;
one knows the sound of love's knock.

Choke on the lies;
but the truth also hard to digest.
As to hunger for words,
to be fed my worth of their love;
Born by a tone of voice-
A child indeed of bless.

May the excuses be;
as wild as I am to self (Maybe)
Tamed by softest words of love.
But its only in the above;
man seeks truth of Heavens not seen.

So I will be-
better known by my words.
Even if they go unheard;
all these words are my worth.

In that time-
holding a weight onto my heart;
Reason be; when you were my crush,
young and we didn't know about love.
The more we kissed; it was never enough.

As we were, when we were young.

And as we live;
we've lived under the warmth of Sun.
Those at the bottom;
despite lowest moments, light stays above.

You only seem to focus on the top;
for it be where you long. (To belong)
Top of the morning,
midst on top of your sorrow
But the way to get there;
knowing bottoms and their light,
For the dark is but a moment;
compared to goodness of light in your life.

Raised to be-
a lover and not a fighter;
But a fighter for my love.

A whisper in between lips-
To increase as we kiss;
as I do miss the times,
Love; easy to find like words on lips,
But the sounds of love to I, all amiss.

And in the grapevine-
made to be the wine that ages.

We don't celebrate its birthday

But are we any different,
thinking we can stay forever young?
A bottle too ages by the years;
Can we all not grow in maturity?

Take a sip of that.

Like the tip of a pen-
So be the tip of your tongue.
It's words either bring joy, love; encouragement; passion or wisdom;
Or
only becomes scribbles on paper that adds nothing of value to one's life.

What then does your pen speak of you?

Are we;
are we are?
To be;
what is love,
Love is what?

Who are we,
Are we just who?
Why do we live;
Or rather,
why we live & do?

How we are to be;
be it how; we are-
Us; Love, All Creations of God.

All the innocent eyes-
guilty of something;
Guilty pleasures that lie,
resting in between their eye.

As for one's self-discovery;
channel out reasons searching for love
How to find the right one,
when you're not right yourself?
Do brace yourself-
Looking for love; hand on your heart.

You hold onto love's pressure.
Not all you find lasts forever.

While I'm acting right, don't cause a scene;
Tell me to act clean: I'm too ***** minded;
You say it's dim, but I see the finest.

Right in between those eyes.

Hate me now when I'm acting different;
On my case when I seem suspicious,
Pull me closer when I'm acting distant.

Making sure I stay awhile.

You call me Mr: Not ready to have a Mrs;
Gift your love: Let's all call it Christmas.
Tried to give me a bed job: I quickly said,
'Please stay out of my business.'


Let me rest, before I'm addressed
By your favourite naked dress;
Turn a court case into a pillowcase:
Putting all our issues to their rest.

'That's how we should play it girl.'

Pace yourself: Ran marathons to love;
Played yourself, and broke your heart.
Hate me now, quickly complaining to God;
Say I seem off: He knows you're playing odd.

Still we both see such a perfect angel.

Now I act rude when in Tuesday's mood;
Step on toes when you remove your shoes,
Do you wrong; feelings go misunderstood.

Leaving you to cry on my shoulders.

You inhale, I sigh; And we both exhale.
Inhale, exhale, breathing out this pain.
You inhale, I sigh; And we both exhale.
Inhale, exhale, is how we play this game.

You feel just like Heaven on Earth;
a hellish anger to leave me burnt.
And all with that purity: I do hope
you can keep it under your skirt.

I heard the world is stealing roses.

One and two;
Those days so unlikely for you,
Three and four;
Lost the keys to lock my pride's door,
So by five and six;
Felt like I was looking for a fix,
Because seven and eight;
I was only filled with hate.

Tried my best to;
smile with all my fake friends,
Probably why I was so depressed
by just nine and ten.
Eleven elevated tears,
that never met the ground;
Twelve years of screaming to myself,
but without a sound.

Making up for time;
making thirteen daily mistakes,
And fourteen identities;
To mask away this face.
With fifteen reasons for me,
To hate living in such a lonesome way.
Being sixteen gets you so excited;
For being an adult some day.

So I skipped through seventeen;
So by eighteen I could be going out,
In this crazy world for an escaping.
Not to mention,
Nineteen was just the oddest;
And running me down out of my patience.

Twenty was only a bonus round;
Straight after I lost more than I could gain,
By the time twenty-one came around.

But at this current age,
I gained Hope for a better sense of life;
Living through daily troubles,
trying my best to be focused on His light.
Guess at twenty-two;
I gained some wisdom and better insight.

And truly numbers don't lie.