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  Dec 2022 Masibulele Ntsepo
Zywa
I don't spend money

on pleasures, because not one --


of them can be bought.
"La mano del malato povero" ("The hand of the poor sick man", 1917, Luigi Pirandello)

Collection "On the fly"
While we are told to adapt to survive,
Thina we adjust and thrive
We  dont weight matters the same,
Whats of matter to you, might be of mass to me
Thats just a metaphorical message
I push through the fog of doubt
convinced on the other side
is the light of day
clear and bright.

I see your action in my life
and feel it as surely as the air sweeps into my lungs
when I wake and my body moves
into the new day.
He said God is a bad Father
Because He allowed His Son to be crucified
Abe Lincoln freed
George W. Lied

I studied philosophy
Impressed by Socrates
All alone at 3:13
Crying on my knees

It's no good without the girl
But I can't seem to find her
I'd like to whisper in her ear
And I'd like to be behind her

Fantasies often don't come true
What then are they for?
In my quiet quest
I open a closing door

             Por la poor
My words are birds
beautiful delicate feathered things
on graceful multicoloured wings
set free to range the mental sky
they take me where
I dare not fly
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