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Kwanele Aug 2015
" do you know how dangerous it is to have a mind like yours and a soul like yours ? that **** will bring people to their knees "
Alexis-Rae said this to me 46weeks ago, just a little less then a year ago, thinking about her words and how positive and beautiful my words, my poetry was back then how I once had fallen for someone so deeply that she could do no wrong and she was every bit of the word serendipity, how I believed in balloons and all that really fairytale oriented analogies, I think of this and wonder where that person went, I see her in the mirror everyday when I wake up but she's hidden herself with a gray facade of hideous lies, she spews truth but wallows so deep into this new being she has become and has grown, she's grown enough to see and call out ******* as it comes her way but we always go back to what we're accustomed to and still I see the beauty in the girl I am so deeply in love with, I still think of her when I see flowers growing need I remind you it's winter and it's cold but the warmth emitted from her aura, the raw emotion she has brought to my life, baby i cannot and will not leave you, you may hurt me and i may say the wrong things at times but this ? us ? I'd like to believe that I still believe in forever , I believe in forever with you, this poem was supposed to be about me and how I've grown but you have become a part of me, a part of me I do not want to part with, if you were to walk away, I'd wither away and cease to exist, we're in a rocky place but I still believe in being the calm that comes after a storm, grant me the pleasure of being your cradle, you weren't there but rock-a-bye baby let me sing you a lullaby and lay your head on my chest and fall into a deep sleep where you wake and the first name you say is mine and I look into your eyes as if you were, you are the light, the light I want to fall into not the never ending abyss I've fallen into. I digress , I love you Reane, I love you...a thousand times I do. Alexis, thank you for the kind words.
I really ******* love you. okay.
Kwanele Aug 2015
specks of light in the skies, always amounting to the stars i counted and slowly realising how deep this love goes, i could never look you in the eye to see the constellations shining bright

questions existing. questions unanswered, the world we live in is not what it seems, i don't mean to stir up and shift the earth of its axis but, questions are left unanswered, almost cures found money making schemes.
question existing, why don't you love me

we're haunted by shadows of what could have been, unfulfilled dreams of what ifs, weeping willows speak to me as the wolves howl at the moon, looking right at the constellations i could never bare to look at for risk of having this fire lit while you move on to another who cares for naught while i stare at the stars and howl with the moon with guilt of loving you and you taking too much, a ***** shame, sins we've committed, i pray to the heavens that i get in
my part from a co written poem with " TheRealMaavi " poet from the UK
  Aug 2015 Kwanele
brandon nagley
(Niamh Price), this is thy own dedication, thy shortened sentences art lovely, they showeth me mine homeland of Ireland, wherein the druids didst roam, wherein tales went back far and old, as niamh thy soul I feeleth its pain, yet soo amazing thou art friend.

(Gary L), this one is thine own writing, sir, thy friendship is inviting, thy lyrical sense is enticing, as thou doth speak truth when thou seeith it, never quit! On thy works and on thineself, thou art who thou art, a beautiful man, with timeless knowledge.

(SPT), this poem is for thou as a treat, I feeleth thine anguish mix in with thy compassion, thou art a hopeful mansion, filled with words of someone who hath lived age's, thy pages art touching, and I thank thee for thy support and guiding me through h.p.

(Ignatius Hosiana), brother thou art a hopeless romantic like me, hoping for his queen, seeing her only in thine dream's, yet as we scream, as brother's we doth unite! In color of skin's, black and white we overcometh the ideology of hatred, loving the hater.

(Dedpoet), mine Mexican friend, how canst I not loveth thee, thy word's dark, ghetto, and deep, as I've been around hood part's to knoweth enough, the most beauty LIES awake in the hood, the places the rich men overlook, is wherein the eyes of God art .

(Wonderman poetry), brother thy words of Christ uplift me, not a perfect being mineself, thyself showeth me the light in the darkness and thus when I'm down, thine godly loving giveth me help, as thou knoweth brother, love and forgives as Christ taught!

(poetessa diabolica), word's that thou uses art so complex, for thee so I respect, for all thy love thou hath given me, the hope that thou planted me, to showeth me, God still lingers in man's soul's, despite the devil trying to rear around, I thankest thou poetess...

(Donna,) thine little haiku's art a piece of the celestial, thy pieces extraterrestrial, and high up the Angels weep to thy words. Like cures and herbs they giveth me a better day to look to, as like glass, beautiful the words thou uses floweth to heavens moon!

(Rosalind Heather Alexander), speechless I am to thy grace, a Scottish lass as me part Scottish blob and mass, lol, just saying , two bloods of the same kind, now thou art writing thy soul out, keepeth it divine, thy soul canst not go rewind, so love on ahead.

(Soul-survivor), old friend, as we both preach the same predictions shalt we worry of ourn end? No, we shalt continue to showeth love, and giveth others hope, than when we die the Graves not it, but that God's love over-rose, so shalt we, auntie as I calleth thee.

(Icysky), young one please do not cry, the boy's canst seeith the fine stitching God made thee as, thou hath a vessel of rubies, and thou art like a wonderful movie, fast tracked to the best part, icy, let noone breaketh thine heart, and let thy lord guideth thee .

(Joe Malgeri), a freak hippy like me, playing music to the sun, giving lectures highly and fun, thou wilt find a queen like me one day, continue to haveth class, play tunes by night, showeth thy genuine ways. As thou doth, wonderful supporter, HP gypsie!!!

(Anthony Mooney,) an Irish hopeless romantic like me, thy soul hath beauty friend, let not hate overtake, bypass the anger and the heartbreak. Let thy pen jot down thy beauty, making the earth quake, unlike others dear mate, thou hath high class.

(Wolf spirit) ( aka quin,)though we don't talk, I loveth thee mine friend, though even thou doth not like me, thou art one of mine biggest inspiration's, thou art a true passionate, amongst the tribal nations, as I am Cherokee part mineself, thou inspireth me.

(Chris green, )affectionate of the the earth, thy woman Is lucky to haveth a poet by birth, for thy words drip like honey on a summer night, Chris friend, wonderful delight, I thank thee for kindness, for thy hope in refinement, and thou art a king of love.

(Pradip Chattopadhyay,) a man who canst writeth in all perspective, thy profile picture maketh me giggle everytime I seeith it, ( in a good way friend) I loveth thy style, and sense of humor, how thou writeth, and doesn't listen to rumors, a poet!!!

(Dark icE,) I just met thee, but thy sensuality is so delighting and like a dream, thy words sucketh me in as I canst ever get out, thy amour in poem's is a cloud, on which I linger for more of its nectar wet taste, immense in this place, unlike the human race.

(Beth StClair), mine best friend if back in the sixties, we wouldst hath layed flower's around ourn necks and head's, we wouldst hath sang the tunes of the Beatles and the dead, as I wouldst hath sung with Lennon, and zeppelin and thou wouldst hath watched.

(Vicki,) I've already wrote for thou and beth, but thou two art the best, Vicki in the crumby state of Ohio like me(lol) though me and thou aren't from here (were Angels of earth's dream's) thou art a poetic of kings and queens, thou art kind, sweet, and a a peace.

(Impeccable Space Poetess,) thy writing is like thunder. Maketh me laugh cry and rolleth over, I read again, like a books beautiful cover, thou art a friend, a poetry lover. Thou hath intelligence of God and heaven, never let man break thee or hurt thee.poetic!!!

(POETIC T,) a spirit light as a feather, free not a slave, not of this world, a man not a boy, thou hath been through strife and abuse, thy hands art not bound, thou hath cut the noose, please don't leaveth us, we all careth for thee. Friend of mine. And HP.
This is for some poets for now. Gonna make another one in little bit for more lol... Took forever for this!!!!!! Part two coming lol.. And BTW for others I love on here don't get upset *** u aren't in poem yet this is part one... More people to come lol and for u who who see I even use people I love in here who don't like me at all but fact is I love them I don't need noones approval can just show love (:::
  Aug 2015 Kwanele
lucy winters
Whilst wounded
I've no anger
In this heart

Toward you
  Aug 2015 Kwanele
lucy winters
Down on bended knee
Relentlessly praying
Yet
Selective amnesia eludes
  Aug 2015 Kwanele
lucy winters
How softly kindness touches in the aftermath of a hardship
  Aug 2015 Kwanele
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true love meets in the sea, and, drifting, stays afloat.
thinking about all the nautical metaphors I've been reading and hearing
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