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 Apr 2022 Emmanuel Phakathi
Brett
What is this malaise,
          that awakens with each yawning day.
Quite the tortured mystery,
          to have a mind that seems intent on being rid of me.
Staring at shapes of shadows,
          creating fables with a brain that’s addled
With a nameless affliction.
Kingdoms have lived and died,
          with only I baring witness to their fall and rise.
Scattered noon sunlight sneaks,
        between dusty blinds and sets aflame the world on my walls.
It is here that I feel,
          screams of terror and the joys of triumph.
The delicacy of a daydream.
A place for me.
This life is like a car without brake'...
 
We never know what turn this life will take..!
 
At this moment, our heart's full of love; and at the very next moment, it might even break...
 
So just smile in every situation, even if that smile is fake..!
Life is a War field... And we're the warriors of it... Our weapon to fight is our smile... So, just smile and continue to fight in this War field called life...

Brake' — Brakes
In the cold dreary, wet,
months of each year the
predominant irritating
"Craw-craw" raucous
calls of crows are nearly
the only bird voices to be
heard. The instigators,
Provocateurs of disruption.

The logical, less hardy
and beautiful birds all
gone south for the winter,
taking their inoffensive
lovely and melodic song
voices with them.
I eagerly await their return.
Genus Corvus; crows and
ravens one of the most densely
populated birds in all regions
of the world. Scavengers that
can feed on anything and exist
anywhere. Even we humans
have bully "Crows" in our ranks.
Scavengers and opportunist too.
Listen not to them, wait for the
music of spring.
I implore you not to judge
me by my failings of youth,
but by my humble good
deeds and achievements
acquired through the
wisdoms of maturity
gained.

Maturation is a process.
We are born into ignorance
and can but strive eventually
to overcome it.
 Apr 2022 Emmanuel Phakathi
Marie
soul eater,
you make me wonder
what is the shelf-life
of good intentions?
 Apr 2022 Emmanuel Phakathi
Marie
My thoughts tripped
into a current
aspiring to drown
themselves
across miles of binary
and lit up screens
I have ridden in
some elegant moments
where I was resolved
within beauty

Always surprised
at it self ignorant
beauty breaks upon
our day a rooster

in beaming sunrise
silhouette on a fence rail
a blinding after image
or right now's want

I can't see you anymore
I'm thinking with  each
entreaty to burn here
here and right there

wants of fire and cooling
needs of held and soothing
swings of hurt and proving
I am certain...enough
Thinking creates
physical possibility
Awareness finds
ready-to-be way
tho not like me
to take it

What does that mean
I ask someone other
than me inside my head
they respond quickly
inquiring as to my
need to know

I need to know  her number
her skin
her dimples
let's not dance around this
I need to know
her as a human
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