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Mar 2018 · 482
New fool-der
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I Let you right click my heart
And i gave you all the  options
You could have saved me
But you hit the "send to" button
And sent me away in a flash
We are all fools of love sometimes
Mar 2018 · 398
Visual poetry
joel jokonia Mar 2018
i                                       f i could
               shape poetry                  what shape
                     would                           purely be-
                         fit it                             and tell
                              my                     intentions
                              well                enou­gh
                                  shape      these
           ­                        like how i feel
                                                     i am in                               complete
                           i have a                            hole
somewhere                   in my soul  


my

                                     emo tions



a       r                    e

all                         O                     V
                                                         E                           R

how can i then shape poetry when i cant keep myself in shape
Mar 2018 · 271
What if...
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I torch my insecurities
In wording purity
Give no note to the negatives pulling me
I let the bully be
And work more on mending me
Gravity holds me down so i wont float
In useless thoughts
Cause all we ever do is try solve problems
What if we just let them be
What if we didnt mind
What if........
Mar 2018 · 287
My crush
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I look at her when she looks at fancy cars
And think i gatta make my dreams work
I look at her as she looks at old pictures of her parents in love
And i thought **** i gatta give a love like this
I look at her as she looks into the stars
As she conceals her scars within
I look at her shade a tear of days of crying
I look her tear herself apart
Cause the system hasn't been fair
The system has torn and torched her
Butched her dreams... And fed her fear
I look at her though from a different perspective
I see more woman in her smile
A strong big hearted being
With the ability to make the universe sing
String the thoughts of angels as they organise their colours to combine
I see fine art in. Its best form
And this all i see from a distance
Mar 2018 · 277
Untitled
joel jokonia Mar 2018
Prone to the darkness,guess
That's why my heart succumbed
To the shadow. I thought giving in was fated,yielding to the blackness was all
I needed to do!now its provin to be detrimental.
The destructive forces have become my warders. I curl up wth my hands tight around my stomach,tormented by the placebo effect.
Day & Night I feel my soul slowly escaping
from the cage that I once called my body
I like it though here
The deserted corners of fear street
Have become sweet home to me
Forged to accept these demons as cousins
I no longer fight it
Guess they were right
Familiarize yourself with the devils and the devil shall not scare u
Mar 2018 · 861
Spoiled for choice
joel jokonia Mar 2018
Um spoiled for choice
As i look at all these beautiful african girls
I like  i like oMampofu
So. Filled with life
They sparkle with untired enthusiasm
Waiting to explore. To kno more, knowledge seekers
Leaning on life's edges....they excite me
But then i really do fear the power
oMaSibanda , abangehlulwa thambo strong women
They stand tall to life's demons
Ever open claws defending her family
I bite my lips as i ponder over
OmaKhumalo.,, the royal blood of amandebele
Enadla umuntu limyenga ngendaba
Uphelele lomfazi as she walks kudikiza umhlaba
Their skin so smooth dreams glide through it
And they know it
so they leave trails of pride when they pass by

I am spoiled of choice
Really the african girls are beautiful
I sometimes lose myself in the fine tuned voices
Of oMaNcube
OMpangazitha   bluberring sweet nothings
With a thousand stars held in her eyes
She suprises me sometimes
how she paints dark hours
Into abstract art with no care at all
Bending the rules to capture a smile

OmaMoyo power in speech
Their tongue builds a nation
For Her lips even with such authority stills spill lustful imaginations
Um spoilt for choice
Africa is beautiful such beautiful daisies
The humble sweet Mandlovu, ogatsheni, ontaba engabhodwa ngale kwayo
Big heart and such understanding
Silently holding up cries within
Soundproofing the screams of pain
With a smile that melts my soul
And oooh
OMaNyathi with natural yellow skin
Light beings colouring our dark covers
Uyapenda isizwe,
Obuhle obungakhuzeki
Confidently Conqouring man's heart
Um spoiled for choice
These sons of africa have made pillars of daughters
Each tribe holds omama, oauntie, ogogo, odadewethu,
Black African ladies
Forged in the wilds of africa
Taught to respect and love
I crown all african ladies
With fresh picked daises of my appreciation
For you..... You ladies of Africa you are
Queens
Cause of every imperfection
With every stumble,
Every struggle
You dont let trouble cling on
You walk on
high in your red stiletos
Tight brown pumps,
Black polished sandals
And dust off yesterday's thoughts
Cause u kno today is another day
Another chance to conquor
But if you dnt today u still wake up ivin. More equiped
Cause u an African woman

I am spoiled for choice my heart
Can not decide
My heart can not decide..
Mar 2018 · 325
Poor-etry
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I am not saying my poetry is perfect
But at least let it be good enough
Mar 2018 · 214
Declined poetry
joel jokonia Mar 2018
Hate the feeling of declined poetry
As it lies aimlessly un understood
It still hold words worlds can not
Define

Poetry declined
Mar 2018 · 298
You're dating a poet?
joel jokonia Mar 2018
I told her i just wanted to tell her my imaginations
You look like a girl who would listen
Do i take a sit?
I actually dont have a girlfriend
Mar 2018 · 318
O-p-press them
joel jokonia Mar 2018
Don't let them see the light they might be bright and Conqour us.......
People's ideas are kept captive from the world
joel jokonia Mar 2018
He fingerprints my melanin skin
I bleed lust, i trust
Alien tongue playing a seductive touch on my **** lips,
Dropping my guard, gulping every ******..
Hard pacing in and out of me, i let him an inch closer to my heart,
As i pick a scent of city life on his chest,
His skin so smooth it mends my dents and cracks, my perfect match,
My soul dances in the light with the freedom of a mad man,
Dead brain this sweet pain, whispers pleasure......
I chose him and left all behind
The lights of the city held a pride
Which i would bask in beside him

See..... I lost me
Imbeko packed and left me lonely,
Getting high in dark spaces of the street lights,
Yelling die, this was not living was just trying to survive
Gutter life, suffer i, had to sell my body away,
Stained my soul, my conscience couldn't stay,
Mr urban see had hit the cherry got his share of merry and walked away,
Finally unmasking the veil of deceit, i saw the true colours,
But i couldnt go back to ravaged community of round mud houses,
Pride was the bouncer that kept me inside,
Had to die here and i did

But no i am not that young woman
Didn't let go of this culture
Content with these village ethics, nature's majestics,
Completely free from these misguided pledges
I would rather fetch water on earth's edges,
Why try mold into world classes, african being is rare,
And i am that her, who brushes my black hair with pride,
You.. yes you, your african hair is nice,
I rap myself in colours of native love,
Catching the cries of early *****,
Not waking up with a bunch of different strangers in my bed,
You might think i am misguided, i am not driven by philosophers of english communities
In which the music is within us.... In the untamed soils of mother africa

So i keep his fingerprints away from my beautiful skin
Cause i never wanna be where she has been
Telling a story of a girl who forsees the dangers of city life
Feb 2018 · 205
The Art
joel jokonia Feb 2018
Sometimes we tend to define some things in a whole lot of words
When only a few are needed
Like 'i love you'
Doesnt need further defination
Plain and simple to describe a feel thats not as plain and simple

I am Jae
I am a poet
Feb 2018 · 264
Troubled Men
joel jokonia Feb 2018
Back home? ", you still screaming in the back room
I had a dead noon, you gatta leave soon
You playing the street tune, this tune
How i hate it
Change a bit i paid quit he said he will leave you
I hate that i can read you, if i could re-do i would not re-do you,
Oh sorry did i riddle you
Blindly loved this fool sadly i went on to wed you
Mad over you had to
You sold me a different character not the one i have now
What happened to her..... That sweet girl who shared a dream with me
Who saw beyond the thick blue sky
Who used to dance in the sunlight and let the rays make music on her skin
What of she has she forever been buried....

I want to love you how i did
Breathe those sweet thoughts u sprayed when i came home fatigued
Catching me with a warm smile and lustful eyes
I loved you then

Then i lost you to the vultures
Who bred off your youthful flesh
And went on to bite a piece out of our love
You let them
You let them in
With big round bellies carrying the hearts of our lil young sisters and broken marriages
I hate that you let them
Paint our weather into their own forecast
Why stay
Why stay
When love has packed olready.........

I say leave
With a please
How polite right?
Feb 2018 · 287
Bitter
joel jokonia Feb 2018
We mostly float other people's boats
Rather than just snatching a leaf from their book
Brainwashed to think our ideas are chasing rainbows
When they are actually worth the salt
Feb 2018 · 427
Untitled
joel jokonia Feb 2018
You little wise words jotted on scrambled paper
A moment's thought
Captured with sentences
Phrases perfected in rhyme n rythm
Telling emotions and pains

The ball runs on the field
Leaving prints of emotions to yield
Love, hate, anger, happieness on print they are sealed
Layer by layer feelings are reviled
Like onion each layer is pealed
In the strength of the ball stories are told.
In the resistance of the field feeling are shared
On the paper emotions are inked

This ink
Yes this ink keeps spewing what's in my heart and mind
This ink keeps bringing the past from behind
In narrow lines of sentences
The universe judges what the sentence is
Rhythm and pain
Rhyme and reason
What began as a grain
Has grown in its season

I give honor to this journal for it knows all my pains more than anyone else
I jot down every single event that took place when life kicked me down
All thanks to the ink and paper I picked myself up and dusted it off
It's now that I can say
This ink and paper is my bestfriend
For it has been with me through thick and thin
Written by three different poets. Ink 2 Paper poets
Feb 2018 · 341
Am dead
joel jokonia Feb 2018
Do not mind my decisions
These deceased emotions
River my thoughts
Ts rot claws on them
And feed them
This disgusting way of thinking
Feb 2018 · 252
Deathless is lifeless
joel jokonia Feb 2018
We live to die
Right?
So life is
For death is
With no death
What would we live for?
Live for life...
Jan 2018 · 245
trust I-ssues
joel jokonia Jan 2018
If
if we really trust in God
Why do we lock our doors???
Jan 2018 · 385
rap Music
joel jokonia Jan 2018
Rap is hard
You have to nail the ascent
As it ascends keep the rythm
Ryme but with meaning
Spitting splitting their minds
Into thinking wat you seeing
Wear your eyes for a second
Not forgeting reason
Not **** about the ******* u spent the season kissing
Dissing a disease in every verse
In each case
An issue of whose ggetting more paper
Famous feature, who gives a **** who was witchya
I like to believe rap is art
Poetry, painting a picture of your perspective
Respective enough Ts you who holds the bigger share
In music I hope u use it to dare
These kids who believe in you to make a change
Not messages of disorder and rage
Flip that page forget it
Skip, cut , merge into a better clean version of bars
Educate relate heal scars
Cries of sorrow are wiped through you
Dies and a little turn of mood
As I plug in these phones in my ears
Fears should race
Trace back myself to belief
Pace back to relief, relive
Hope in me
See I nid to be told um gonna make it
That's rap music
Jan 2018 · 366
bAd choices
joel jokonia Jan 2018
I choose to have a choice
Let my voice be heard
Me no mind not if their ears dead
As long as I let free my thoughts

Choosing to have a choice
Not a ticket to wisdom just free will
Willingness to take the blame when miseries fly in
Reaping from choices we making

Still when crowded with evils
Our fingers will find one to point
As the point of what we reaping
Forgetting our choices

A choice may be small today
But results will come in due time
U may choose to sleep with her today
Kiss him tomorrow
Be friend them this week
Sow all these choices
And let time decide your reap

Don’t blame me
Nor her
Or them
You chose these to be part of your life
You chose your friends
You chose
It’s a pity you chose bad
Cause Good choices exist
Jan 2018 · 259
i am her boyfriend
joel jokonia Jan 2018
Beheaded again my heart ‘
We headed straight for disaster apart
From the vibe we had and that smile
We had none much to keep us together
Though forever.. seemed not too far
U were to me  my star
Envisioned a brighter story ‘
A Cinderella tale probably was on molly
******* that’s it um *****
Will get a ***** to ***** one or two rounds only
But all me belongs to you
Despite your ignorance n attitude
I do good
Play boyfriend wish girlfriend was played by u
I guess when new things came
Old wasn’t valuable nomore
The pace whoever came
Changed your loved for a no no
But I still dream guess that makes me loco
Jan 2018 · 263
why kill the poor man
joel jokonia Jan 2018
i never even got to see your face
and you never gave me the chance to explain
that whatever you were looking for i had none
from behind you stabbed me
taking the life out of me just to score some

scrambled through my pockets
as i lay in my pool of blood
trying to reach for my daughter's locket
just to stare at it for the last time

you found no treasure on me
i was just a broken soul
trying to put life's pieces together
just a poor man

now a dead poor man lay at your feet
and you had no benefit
is you satisfied?
Jan 2018 · 340
br oke n
joel jokonia Jan 2018
Deception and lies, lies
amongst us, within us
causing cracks from disappointments
breaking our souls, holes created
we, you and me
have seen the devils
the evils as different as they
we have seen
within we carry them
piled pieces of hearts and emotion
noted is we all
are broken some broke and
feel left out
we all do
broken, didnt start with you
we thy all broken souls
Jan 2018 · 240
who am i
joel jokonia Jan 2018
and she walked in and said
"um staying home these days"
Jan 2018 · 371
condom
joel jokonia Jan 2018
someone's president was not  born today

i caught him
Jan 2018 · 505
Daily drama
joel jokonia Jan 2018
When the day starts
You got all your plans lined up
When days ends
None have been achieved
Jan 2018 · 214
Tabita
joel jokonia Jan 2018
I wrote her a poem
But she still left
Now these words of love
Are but salt to my heart
Jan 2018 · 160
poets
joel jokonia Jan 2018
the best poem
is the poet
Dec 2017 · 294
free w i l l
joel jokonia Dec 2017
God gave us the liberty to choose
But because we have choice
We choose to choose wrong

Silly us
Nov 2017 · 396
Possibilities
joel jokonia Nov 2017
What if your friend is texting me
While i am texting you
And you ignoring me
Like um ignoring her
Nov 2017 · 651
art of an Artist
joel jokonia Nov 2017
a smooth going has no challenges
you will forever be in the un-knowing without these bandages

a little death brings a strength and a purpose
       more will to try                                                    

it is in heartbreaks good music is made
the best of poetry crafted in sorrow shade

bleeding hearts paint the brightest portrait
so i guess tears and screams in art are more vividly said
poets suffer more emotionaly and they can only write about it and evry emotional write is the greatest
Nov 2017 · 313
?
Nov 2017 · 691
continuity
joel jokonia Nov 2017
me and my sub-conscience fight over weird things
i wrote this poem with a vision of making this the longest poem if possible
i poem by poets around the world in one topic
any poet can add at least one phrase keeping the topic at hand, a twist could do to but keeping the head on

i would appreciate to write with you all
it would the greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatest of all

i am going tag all words cause you never know what it will become.


you can start from
'me and my sub-conscience fight over weird things.....
Nov 2017 · 300
infants
joel jokonia Nov 2017
a toddler's lips
have tasted a thousand stories
without judging
Nov 2017 · 372
Untitled
joel jokonia Nov 2017
i tell my story in two phrases

        "rebel son,
         caring father"
Oct 2017 · 609
a mic and the stage
joel jokonia Oct 2017
when i am on stage i tremble
um not able
to recite words slip
away
as you stare at me you strip
me naked
but at least i made it, here
i lost my confidence along the way
if someone saw it, i bet he wouldnt say
its okay
i will do without it today
Oct 2017 · 44.0k
still hard
joel jokonia Oct 2017
.................................................................­.......and it rained
the day my ****** girlfriend was to give up her cherry
the city got WET
Oct 2017 · 302
high to u too
joel jokonia Oct 2017
high, this chair
hie whose there
must be my shadows cause their not here
i fear
i lost my mind
these lights too bright
they shade light inside
um high....
Oct 2017 · 329
hello Poetry
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i **** myself everyday call it self sacrifice
i am afraid to go home my folks aint satisfied
they have a dream for me
a bunch of ideas
they say poetry is a joke focus on serious
things,
the strings, they got me tied on
i tried em back then,
they didnt do

but you
you poetry
i had a love for you

i run away with you everyday u have a better place
even when you angry you were a better face
i only wish you would let me stay
my reality is far far from okay

i am afraid to go home today i die

but if i do
i hope you will remember what i did for you....
my parents dont understand poetry..
they think its fucken waste of time..

yesterday i was at an open mic in town and came home late and ever since i came back they havent said a word

maybe they will kick me out

i hope poetry u wont break my heart
Oct 2017 · 379
better that way
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i'd rather be a disappointment
so when you disappoint
people wont be disappointed

if you succeed
still they wont be disappointed
Oct 2017 · 298
aaaaaafriand...
joel jokonia Oct 2017
my friend you the worst friend
i dont know why we friends

how could my best friend be the worst friend
arent worst and best opposites


but still my best friend is still my worst friend
Oct 2017 · 353
Untitled
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i may not be as intelligent as you think i might be
or maybe i might be as intelligent as you think i might be
but if you as intelligent as i think you might be
then you understand i am as intelligent as you might be...
joel jokonia Oct 2017
NETSAI
plainly described by her name
chi tai tai
a light in thick darkness

NETSAI
if i love you would you change
pamwe nhai
maybe you not tasted love yet
i fear your desires
fearless desires
will and shall get you hurt
scared for an eternity, let
me love you

NETSAI
i know all your shananigans
but i still bother myself with you
i do, its a plainly true
that love is blind

but even now a century has died
i still wait
after your shine has been ******, out
i wait
netsai
can you not see
     'ndokunetsa nokuti ndokuda'
Netsai a shona name for girls mostly
Netsa(means) - bother
Netsai - bothering
'ndokunetsa nokuti ndokuda' means -i bother you because i love you
pamwe nhai- maybe
chi tai tai - fire fly
"firefly
a light in thick darkness"
Oct 2017 · 275
mE
joel jokonia Oct 2017
mE
i dont make a lot of sense
but when i make sense
i make a lot of sense
Oct 2017 · 225
Untitled
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i dedicated her a song
and i saw her eyes reflect joy
she smiled

i thought to myself
she deserves the whole playlist
cause one love song
does not describe the song her lips play in me
i love her
Oct 2017 · 415
KEY bored
joel jokonia Oct 2017
DEL


CTRL                     ALT

these three we need
ME ON MY COMPUTER ON A MONDAY MORNING HAD TO RESTART IT
Oct 2017 · 455
things we do (pt 1)
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i guess when we laugh sometimes at our anxieties
we just trying to find a reason to laugh  
we think we might heal



maybe we do



maybe


we


do
human tendencies
Oct 2017 · 425
ASK THE CAT HE KNOWS
joel jokonia Oct 2017
why hesitate
ask the cat he knows
his eyes has seen the night in broad day light
but the night as broad day light, right
so he knows

nine lives has seen more
in beelzbub’s time he explores
on fours, he stares at those after your soul
You have to ask the cat he knows
in africa we believe cats are the devil's tools
Oct 2017 · 471
my mum is just african
joel jokonia Oct 2017
i guess i do like the pain
cause i laugh after its done
how crazy it was
that my mum actually bit me
no like true story my mum bit me

you might think she is abusive
but i like her character art is impressive
she turns totally off reason
keeps her senses imprisoned

i tried to explain
but the rage rain rained upon me
all she wanted was to stroke me
i swear i lose my mum in that moment
cause i try look in her eyes and she nowhere near

she strokes me and unknowingly i hold her shambok in my hand
i stare at her to understand
but all it does it highs her temper
now she is pulling her shambok a little stronger
i try to talk but she is trying to pull
she cant listen
and she plays victim

the struggle continues
i watch her anger elevate and it fascinates me, weirdly
so i resist a little more
she starts pulling me to the kitchen
now the scene has more attention

pulling out drawers
trying to put hand on anything pain inflicting
and still i am resisting

made it to the door and out
her voice a bit loud
realising that whatever i try will not demotivate her
so i gave up and let her, as usual
let her stroke me to her satisfaction
and goes on and on
about me being stubborn because i am older
how i think i am stronger cause i am a man
man, whats wrong with mum

she strokes me with her shambok still
as i stood still
amused by her accusations
but am patient and let her

after she done she is angry still but satisfied though
now her eyes glow
she tries to conceal it by playing anger
i smile
it took me a while to understand, while
she was in her act
i had travelled mindlessly in my mind
thinking how a silly situation
of her calling me and me not responding
had become a series of chaos

little packages do become dynamites
this is what bothers me though
i do have a thrill everytime we have a misunderstanding
i dont understand this
i guess i am just my mother's child
my mum sometimes
Oct 2017 · 708
climax
joel jokonia Oct 2017
Candles lit, music is right
I ve got plans to ****** you tonight
I’m in charge today, the fear of yesterday has passed away

So I hold your thoughts strong and push them against the wall
With such physic, no technique at all
Physic, when I am so skinny u laugh
But yes this mind does penetrate through souls
Today I am here for yours

So I gently place my finger on your **** lips
I whisper love me I insist
You sit
There with your eyes on me but um on this stage lonely
And um checking you out

Hopefully when um done
I would ultimately pleasured you in your head
So since its my time now
I pound you as I please
And your Please
Stop I ignore
Cause today um in control
That sweet wet hole of yours I explore
Slowly while you on fours

I pause for you to catch a breath
Your knees are weak
These phrases I speak
Your eyes are daring
Pacing faster now
Scream, as our body tears rub
Scream its okay
I have reached ******
Poetry such a sensation
I have come
um done
We shall meet another day
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