HOWARD MWABA: Poems

HOWARD MWABA Nov 2018

I speak from the chasms of rage
So You will hear the echoes of every word I say.
To you with blind eyes and an active tongue,
I am cracking open this pod of pain,
And making you sinister promise.
I will simply be parasitic
Believe me
On your pain I will feed
Yes I grow strong, I bloom from every drop of your tears.

ECHOES OF GRIEF

HOWARD MWABA Aug 2018

ECHOES OF GRIEF

In an iron collar they dragged me
Yarely like a wretched ship my value faded out in the horizons
My Brocken, bruised fingers picked food from their trash
I became there donckey,
And I lamented,
My blood! My sanctuary! My sweet Africa!
You have condemned me to rest and spend my nights in my own excretes
You have striped me naked.
And so, you have corrupted my innocent soul.

Beneath the echoes of my silence I hid
I sobbed as I stood over my soul under the sod
They made me a ******
Every night I nursed my pelvis, from the *** games they played on me
And I grieved
My blood! My people! My sweet Africa!
You cursed your own
You painted despair on the canvas of my heart
And so, you took away my life.

My pain lived on, and did continuously spread like a cancer
My soul they dejected. And piece by piece they ripped it apart
I prayed to the wind and the thunders
Liberate my soul! Break my shackles!
Hear as I cry out
My blood, my flesh my sweet Africa
Your dignity wondered
You devalued my life for a piece of garment
So even in death I utter on echoes of grief.

I HELD ON TO PAIN

HOWARD MWABA Oct 2018

I HELD ON TO PAIN

You felt nothing for me. Not even a shred of love.
But you created a rainbow illusion,with smiles and star twinkles in your eyes.
Only long enough until your heart was fit to love again.
And through that period I thought no other had to look for you
Because you were fated to love me.
But like a flower, with dawn light you bloomed, your broken heart saw day light.
And you sought love beyond perfection
You exposed my little needy heart, my sour love and my charm poverty.

With a torn heart I held on to my delusions that you could see beyond physical beauty
I hoped you could see what was inside my heart
Every single night that you ignored my calls
I prayed for the next day to come so that I could try again
I held on to pain
I held on to pain
I held on to pain

JUST HOWARD .

I WILL LOVE AGAIN

HOWARD MWABA Jul 2018

I WILL LOVE AGAIN

I was just sixteen ,you made me a bleeder .
Bleary,mawkishly, sentimentally bleating about a shuttered heart,
it is a shame on my heart you carved your name ,
so i will pick the pieces and mend it
and you will still be my heart sheath.

On my knees ,on my feet your memories are still revolting
for my world with you was a chain of pain bleeding
you knew my love for you woven with cupid
so you neatly folded my chest
and i lost breath.

In you i sought a fairy tale, one with obviously a happy ending
but to death you smothered perfect love
and exposed my soul to infinity emptiness
you cursed me with a permanent dismal emotional frenzy
and in love i lost faith.

i taught my heart to glow devoid of you
i trained my patched up glitchy heart to pump again
i cleared the echoes of grief inside my soul
and i will love again i surely will
as i perpetually set my bloomers beneath .

LIFE

HOWARD MWABA Jul 2018

LIFE

Life is barren, it is fertile.
It is a ray beam of luck, it is a curse.
Life is abundance and nothing, it is a mystery.

Life is a million faces and names.
It swimming,crawling, walking,and flying.
Life is a petal, color and gloom, it is sight.

Life is her sublimes eyes and her beautiful brains
It is her bad temper, her history, and her flaws.
Life is overlooking them all, life is love.

Life is a flight, it is a journey
It wilts with a touch, and flourishes with another
Life is tears and joy, it is birth and death, life is a privilege

Love

HOWARD MWABA Jan 2019

Love

The air I dreamt about
The air that fought me
The air I now breathe
The air I love

-just Howa'd

LOVE IS OBSOLETE

HOWARD MWABA Oct 2018

LOVE IS OBSOLETE

Love is obsolete
So don’t be fastidious with emotions.
See, every day we talk flings,
Because love is grown like pine trees.
It flourishes today to meet a chainsaw tomorrow
So don’t brood but rather be a phoenix and arise from ash
Be everyone and no one, be everyplace and no place
For the serenity of love is extinct
And its affluence only flows in writers head.

Love song

HOWARD MWABA Aug 2018

Love song

I sigh, to breath in every moment I spend with you,
Immersing my joy in your gleaming smile
As Your beauty speaks to my soul,
I am conquered by your sublime eyes
So
I cry
I smile
I lament
And I hope those moments can last a life time.

I could wage war against your heart
But rather am waging war against your soul
For I am and have nothing but the grace
And thirst to love you till it bleeds
So
I cry
I smile
I lament
And I hope cupid exists, to grant me my wish.

In my palm, I hold my heart and build petals around it
With imprints on it vividly saying your name
I am spooked by the thought; you may never feel the same
It petrifies me. But still I extend my heart to you
And still
I cry
I smile
I lament
And I hope you can hook you heart to mine in love.

Just Howard

Savvy in love

HOWARD MWABA Apr 2020

Savvy in love

I wanna be savvy in love, I wanna be complete
I wanna ham and sing and dance to the echoes of love, I wanna be whole
I wanna fall off the cliff of self-love and love someone as I love me
I wanna blend my soot-black soul to a stellar soul.

I wanna tell the history of how this soul sought gold, blue blood, and affluence.
But got a bleak, stale, life simulating soul.
I wanna be savvy in love.
I wanna be savvy in love with you.
Just Howa’d.

SO MUCH SOUL

HOWARD MWABA Aug 2018

SO MUCH SOUL

As they drove past her, she waved.
Poverty painted all over her,but with a smile so curved.

After them,she ran with the air.
And she did not care.

They stared, they saw the rags.
But she had so much soul, that they saw past the rags .

They could tell she had no descent meals.
But her mood did not tell how it feels.

She was beautiful!
With bare feet and torn pants she was beautiful.

Her innocence was cut out for such soul.
That their bleeding hearts looked up to extol.

— The End —