THE LONELY HEART*

If I had the strength, I would write
In the presence of my feelings
With the evidence of my broken heart
Under the roof of Almighty
Behind the walls of pain painted in tears
That I am so lonely on this earth

Summer is close by, all alone this Christmas again
Alone, with no loving arms to hold me tight
All alone, with no soft hand to brush my back
Alone with no crazy women to cuddle with
All alone, with no warmth body to warm my heart
So alone that I could die

Nesbert T Zengeni *the survivor

I am deeply in love with poetry
Without poetry, I will die of readiness
My mind is the creator of new ideas
My hand aches, if I do not hold a pen
My pen weeps, if it stays away from my hand
I am a slave of this poetry thing

The writing cycle is continuous
My eyes read my mind stores
My RAM will never run out of space
My mind posts it to the hand, via blood transfusion
The pen is a hand of an already writer
That’s me, the poetry slave.

NESBERT 'survivor' ZENGENI
Wild of poetry

He has never failed Me

His love will never failed me
Because His grace is upon me
When I was a sinner, He send His son to die for me
When I was lost, He left all of you  and come to look for me

His love for me is unconditional
To Him, I am phenomenal

I hope in Him, for I know, everywhere I go
His power has never failed me yet
I have faith in Him, because I know, whatever I do
His love has never forsaken  me yet


I am driven by His grace
He appointed me prior the existence of space


By Nesbert Zengeni (2016)