But what do you know about love,
when you can’t show trust—but you know about lust.
Always thinking about how to fu—nction on your luck.
And that’s going to be a quick bust; infatuations are a rush.
We’d swear we don’t cuss, as you’re drinking coffee for
a buzz—I'm just drinking to keep up.

You say you love me, but I know you also love other girls,
so yeah right, yeah right! Just a shareholder in your life.

You love to talk but we don’t speak, you take life at ease,
but disturb my peace. Feels like you cut my wrists; there’s
no love for me to reach. But I still got a lot to give in a week,
till it leaves me feeling weak.

A heart made of stone, in the echo tone that you can’t
be alone. That’s a quarry of your love, when we quarrel
outside. So it’s hard to swallow pride, when we’re prideful
on both sides. In the shapes of drawing hearts, we’ve always
crossed a line. The outline is this relationship is not fine.
In the tune with a misconduct’s  due. And I wish I could say
I’ve never known, but I always knew. So the wrongs you
do now, are nothing new.

But why the heck did I choose
YOU!?

Life,
the black and white feature.
No grey lines between,
seems to be a set picture
The grey is what we force within.

Life,
a roulette of choices
Revolving days in a revolver gun,
tormented by many voices
Those wishing us to be down.

Life,
a hanging force of time
Ticks away at us, and soon to tock
no easy directions, neither a sign  
Yet we haven't come to be lost.

The life within
is guided by life above
As will it seem,
many are guided by love.
But never forget the love that is the man up above.

Behind the eyes of tv screens-
they’re busy watching us Netflix & chilling
Let’s binge on kisses until every show finds its end
show of hands if you’ve been searching for that
touch of love, that makes you fall in love again, and again…

Her eyes are like petals, that open up to me
as my words are the splash of love that helps her grow
She holds onto me like a dream you hope never to forget
inside my head, I imagine fulfilling her every wish that
requires a bed…

Emotions, ashes of a flame's love lit up,
Bones dry, with wettest eyes of desire,
Soils, eroded, vulnerable, and bare,
Bitter taste of sea salts under sands,
Vast nothingness in a wilderness,

Lips have longed a kiss, cracking and shaking,
A child in a womb, love grows till conceived,
Grass tips wait patiently for first raindrops,
Seasons of spring in a summer's winter,
My dearest love, I will fall for you,

Mud cracks played in, unafraid of stains,
We're wrinkled lines, of sin on clothes,
But sinners long for love,
And battle between lust.

And as she turned her hair, and ran the marathon of
make-up on her face, she glanced at me. "Aren't you going
to say, I look lovely today," she asked me .

"No," I boldly responded.
Tears started to fill her eyes, but I chose my next
words wisely. Forbidding her eyes a reason to cry.

"The phrase you speak of, is just too simple for me to say.
And being simple, you are not. So if you were to ask me how
you look like today; then this is what I have to say...

You look like a desire so unreal to me,
The calmness of love blowing in word's wind,
The strength of beauty rushing over me like the sea,
The spell of which enchanted me to your heart,
The nostalgia of my very first love scar,
The laughter of joy, to my sadness you heal,
The weakness to my step's; by their Achilles heel,
The eternity to all my favourite sweet dreams,
The first kiss of my morning, and the last of my night,
The end tunnel of light, never lost to my sight,
The shadow of pain, you're unashamed to show,
The willpower, and passion, not by actions performed,
The love of a lonely man, so possessive of it alone,
And all of that is not of today, but of everyday.

But if simple words are what you seek, let me put
your heart at peace. For these are the words you at first
wanted me to say. So for you my darling I'll tell you,
you look lovely today."

The sand dances ashes in the ambers
of their world, as you place deeply in the
ocean only by a toe

Towing the line of all your ancestors before
the land is rich of love, but it's spirit
quite so poor

Your eyes where like an open door—
swinging in your presence coming back and forth
For who are they to say: you don't matter in this world?

Young depression is,—
not feeling like I can move out of bed,
but I’ve got constant moving thoughts in my head.

It’s paranoia,—
of all those scenarios you paint out in your head,
bleeding out emotions that every tastes red.

It’s cold hanging feet,—
of the next step I’m so afraid to take,
bent out on my concerns and feeling out of shape.

It’s a sharp knife,—
thinking about how many cuts it takes to ****,
hurting yourself every day to see if you still feel.

It’s a smile,—
you show off a happiness they want to see,
a slave to the traumas that won’t let you be free.

It’s crawling in your skin,—
so reluctant to walk any further,
living up to life’s hype of jumping over another hurdle.

It’s feeling insecure,—
amongst the familiar faces in the crowd,
hangouts with friends but feeling like no-one is around.

It’s feeling lost,—
in a world full of so many others,
avoiding to be grey in a world of so many colours.

It’s all that I once was.

As for Youthful romance
It's just like foolish Affairs –
Impulsive decisions, Fleeting emotions.

And if foolish Affairs of Youth serve
A purpose; it Serves as a simple Message:

All young Love, is DUMB love;
Until you Eventually find the ONE.

while pieces of the rain remains
lost on the leaves – my tears hit the ground
slowly after they have painted my face

still more fragile;
thirsty for water as I keep my eyes open

searching for a picture of you, but the cloud's
tears mix with my own, blurring up my glasses

the sun had peeled away itself
blinded by a shade of heavy clouds – heavy emotions
as emotional as I get when I know you’re so far

it's raining and I need you

Some of us feel worthless,
hard to breathe living on the surface.
No matter what hurts us,
never forget what is your purpose.

And you're always worth it.

Emotions are like dew — I steal a moment to admire your skin,
illuminated by the golden sun; it resonates and harmonizes
with the brilliance of your love. I yearn to capture the
vibrant shades of your lips, each one a memory of our
unforgettable kisses.

Beneath this radiant light — so serene, a distant calm; I find
myself resolute in simply observing, unwilling to disrupt
the sight of your bare skin, glistening in the golden glow
of the words that shaped you so beautifully before you came
into being. Let us cherish these instances; like a dawn — these
eyes that met out of politeness, while I courted you with a
tapestry of words, lost in their quest for allure.

Yet, you will always enchant my finer sensibilities; those few
tangles in your hair, in the shadow of your presence, left
me quaking, struggling to choose which smile I wish to don.
Adrift in the fleeting moments between pauses, my
prelude thoughts grow envious of the sequels that
revolve around you.

Lips that feel so much colder when they part from yours —
so I implore you, draw nearer to ignite my warmth, as
it is a delight to simply gaze upon you.

Clears throat...

"Lay me to rest
for how I'm dying to kiss
your face
Still in my head; levitate, levitate
level me down to trade light
words, like smoke in a vape
You're my favourite picture in
my head, and I won't let you out of
the frame

And we're just the anthem of our words,
my hand on my chest; arousing my feelings
You're a rousing and uplifting song without
any shame"

       ...........

"But it's a shame;
you and I haven't met
Still it's the sounds of a yearning heart
continuously calling out your name"

if I went onto smelling everyone's intentions, wouldn't I have a nose
bleed?' yet even the intentions of love can lead me into an injury –
buckled while smitten, with shaking in excitement of two bruised
knees

and perhaps it is love, that you...

let me run my fingers through your thoughts; curls of your dreams
tangled in my fingers. truly I'm at a loss for words – our tethering
feelings, connected to your heart; we are one pulse

we are stars who shine out their love for each other, though we're
sometimes far apart – we are a spark to a flame blaring echoes of love.
and does the world look at us, as two fallen stars who’ve fallen
in love? here in our silence,
                       as I humbly wait for your response.

Hot breathes; oxygen starts to fire up by two
Everywhere, their mouth’s turn into flames
Palm rubs; tightly gripped affections as you
Hope to find the inner depth of your open heart
Close your eyes, as fine skin pulses towards touch
Something close, to something worth love’s friction

The reason in your eye’s blood glottal quiet stares
Are the shares of two voices, while kissing in a song
Piling up all of your emotions towards a love stack
So in touch with regrets; that’s why you hide your hands
You walk under trees, to shade those who try to follow

In the hopes that in even in the dark, there’s a flower
Tears flow out like blood from a wound- stanched
By how long you have to cry; gushing out scars
Everywhere, is a loud place to truly be yourself
Still, believe in your self-worth, precise to yourself

I remember you like a beautiful poem,
and I'm still searching for the perfect words
To add another verse to our story.
Each touch of your skin inspires me
to create something even more enchanting.

I can hear the echo of your tears,
even when you’re not around- it’s a pity that your
cries make you a fortress vast and overwhelming-
you’re a vision without sight; my words vanish
into the silence of your lips right after we kiss

All your gifts are spoken, too bad when you
speak, they never really have an ear for you.

That’s why I’m always listening, tuned into
the melody of your tears.

Cherry-topped emotions – place those kisses on a curve
Back on the road; weaving through the flowing cursive
Nature of your words. You swear you don’t curse as often,
Yet I promise you, I couldn’t have heard enough as I’m
Shutting my ears each time you start to talk so rough –
Darling you talk too much.

Pin the blame on the heart; that mischievous *****,
But even more so on the tongue, that speaks in a rush
Racing to spill those hasty, biting out loud remarks
Yet I promise you, I couldn’t have heard enough as I’m
Shutting my ears each time you start to talk so rough –
Darling you talk too much.

Perhaps I entertain the fact, cos I love you too much.

Z
Dreams won't fade while we're alive,
but in this nation of mine
All our dreams have come to die.

Why?

So much potential not just in lands,
but the lands of people's talents.
Idealists whose ideas seem stuck at mind,
the potential we lose every year.
All the children looking for greener pastures on the other side.

But why?

Our lands of beauty, lost it's worth,
we couldn't take care of them.
Our treasures of wealth,
we foolishly lost all of them
I live in the city named to be like the sky,
but my skies are empty. No stars left to signify.

Tell me why?

There's potential for all to be great,
how so, when poverty is your only weight.
How so, when you feel there's no escape
How so, when the love for your land quickly turns to hate
How so, when it feels like there's no any other way,
How so, when every early success feels like it's going to be late.
And how so, when your struggles are so common, all have a similar reason to frustrate.

Is there even a reason why,

We seem to be living backwards,
with every step we take forward
Why the scent of hope stinks of
too many dead roses
Why everything seems either empty or broken,
Why we live a defeated lifestyle,
yet we're all the chosen?

It's enough to drive anyone crazy,
a lasting impression scarred into our hearts
Enough to drive anyone crazy,
The land of Z.

When I was a little boy, I always dreamt of catching fame as if you were still floating in the air,
So let me get my butterfly net, then try to catch you there.
Then after that travel back in time to an old Christmas dream.
Have a filling meal, enough to pop my stomach, then go pray to Him.

Sleep for a thousand hours to dream ten thousand sweet dreams, that satisfies my sweet tooth.
Travel back in time to relive those dreams. My biggest dream that is, surely the honest truth.
Count the seconds backwards to add more time to myself,
sell a little earthly goods, to gain a little more earthly wealth.
Wait for my words to age like a fancy bottle of imported wine.
How am I doing, like all other people will say, I'm doing pretty fine.

Let me take a moment to think about all that,
Let me count all my words just to feed to myself, but I won't get any fat.
So I'll just keep the leftovers in my right pocket for much later,
and in my left, a fork to eat my words, then tell you if I hate them, if today I'm feeling like being a hater.
But I'll get back to that much later, instead let me think of something else,
Ask myself,  what is my worth, what is the worth of my own fortune and wealth.
Can barely price myself because I can't even count that high.
Should I count in reverse instead, I barely can put up the time to try.

And I'm a very strange man indeed,
would ask any girl I just met if she was mine. Darling would you marry me right now, could we both provide
each other with our every need?
I should really snap out of all these funny tendencies,
but who could help me right now, could you ask for help from all your few enemies?

And to all my enemies, I would lock out of the front gate and throw away the back key,
But from the other side they would see a prisoner trapped in his own world, pretending to himself,  I'm so free.

But this is just a story in my head with no particular end,
just a page turner with pages sticking to each other, so I better put this book to bed.
Sleep another thousand hours to figure out what's real,
Fix the puzzle still puzzling in my head, till I'm finally out of this earthly zeal.

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.

bites are much harsher than their barks – to those who
haven’t swallowed their pride. to bite on other people’s
ideas and dreams; their ideals prove an ideal meal –                              
                           their wealth, fame, influence, status


surviving on someone else, feeding until your
teeth are boneless - but when it comes to greed,
one finds a way to feed such a need –  
                         zombies with false teeth.

Life is circular, even for those untouched by the realms
of faith or spirituality— every moment secular. Let us exalt
the fervour of true commitment, warn the youth against the
allure of materialism — my attempts of such were a mere tip
of advice, too blunt for those who didn’t own sharpeners.

I see of the stillness and shadows, that leaves drift silently,
nameless in the breeze; they grow increasingly embarrassed as
they succumb to decay. Yet, from the **** talk of human chatter,
the refuse of their speech can still be turned into the fertile ground
from which life may sprout. Even as the curtains descend on the
grand performance, the essence of existence continues to unfold
in the shadows, a narrative the world may never truly grasp.

Close your eyes and let your heart sketch the tableau—fold your
arms to spare the world further anguish; as the youth, armed with
lessons from their screens, race onward. They'll drive forever, though
forever is not a human art — lovers whisper, “I’ll love you forever,”
yet the cracks remain of one’s broken heart.

Let us pay tribute to the hour’s accord; strike a chord like a pact—
though not one forged in Lucifer’s handshake, bartering your soul
for a fleeting piece of existence in this world. Raise your sword,
sun-kissed and gleaming—this pen that can colour the world in
vibrant hues, a dream so vivid, yet never forget the wildness of
this realm; humanity resembles a chaotic zoo.