“Tragedies and silence has the same
address”

I Know My words Meanless
My presence Pointless,
Cause I was Never The,
But I'm here when you're Dead.
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A giant Tree Has Fallen
It's Beauty Stolen.
Guess The World Lost the Part Of it's self
The Beauty In the Heart And beauty in the flesh
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From Start To your Rest
You've  Been The Fighting The White Men.
I wish I was The
Maybe I would CHEER
For You.
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When The World turn'd against
You, journalist and politics
Put Stains
On You. Those Critics
Never Tear'd You.
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You stood The smiling,
Cause your Love was so True.
I Hate To Say To you... i was Calling
You Fake Too.
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During Your Funeral, I caught my self crying
(I'm Like all politians too)
Maybe I'm the fake one: Lying
to the citizens black, Coloured, yellow even blue.
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Talking, selling, promising empty promises
Maybe their Doing this For richess
Or maybe Just For Fame
To Them Black Poverty Is Just A game.
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To Make My letter, short
I Hope The Lord Gives you a beautiful spot
So You may Rest,
You were the Best.
Heavens gates surely will Open For You
These are My Wishes For You;
May You Find Peace,
Your Soul Rest In Peace.
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Maybe One Day will Meet,
And I Say How Sorry I am.
This Note pointless
meanless,
You're a spirit Now
Surely You Cant read it, right?
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I'll wait for your signal Mama
Please Show Me the sign
You accepted my apologies.
.
.
Rest In Peace Hero
Rest In Peace Qawekazi
Siyohlala Sik'khumbula
Ngoncumo Lobudala
Oluhle
From Thando To Mama.

This world.
A place where we're force to live
Under its seemingly endless amount of tests
Apon with it's vast beauty
And hardships to endevor.

What are we searching for?
That's a question I can not answer..

As humans, our intelligences as of now "looks high."
We have an understanding of what's around us, Yet we know nothing at all of why we're here,
If there is any reason at all..

Some of us try to find out our own answers
Although, it's normally just "what we wanted all along."

Maybe the reason we want someone is because, we know we'll all go..

Living forever
We'd have nothing we'd want.
"Like a person who only has money,
They say it can't buy happiness."
So maybe, that's the same with life.

Our happiness comes from knowing we could lose anything,
And that this is actually everything.

Family
Friends
Your love
And all exsperiences of life.

Why else would we rather sacrifice ourselves for another?
Unless the life you have really does means nothing
But everything to someone.
just a concept of another greater importance
A symbol that is "yourself"
Representing the importance of life
With it's meanless definition,
Which to us, is important.

Sometimes, people acts on emotions.
And regret many decisions later on.
Only if they ask themselves questions?
It would solve their problems that's soon to come.

I ask myself this a lot.
And instantly got the answer I wanted.
How can I hurt you?
When I love you so much.

When I know the pain would **** me.
As it hurts you.
How can I let a meanless affair?
Destroy everything I have.

They might think it's great.
It's not.
No cheaters loves the best of both worlds.
They think they do.
Until they are walking in the other person shoes.
And facing the pain that they bought to you.

So, How could I ever hurt you?
When I love you the way that I do.

somewhere in the delicately orchestrated seemily meanless phrase 'I love you' there is significance
well how do you expect anyone to find it when you spit it down the throat of every women who has ever made you feel good whilst simultaneously ******* her soul off her tongue young college boy
that is to say i've seen heartbreak i watched him shoot it, beat it and sure as hell defeat it
how can I say this so you will understand she hears your lies wrap around her ankles as she ties her laces
she feels your god dam carelessness rhythm in her ears as she plays piano
she sees the heart she wished you had beat venomously out of her chest as she says to the bar man 'on more on           him'

you loath in her finger tips desperately awaiting to be shaken
but there is nothing that can awaken what you've so shamelessly broken

the fragments of you still dust off of the shower curtain as she pulls it across so vigorously desperately trying to forget the first night you met

the pieces of you that were left behind make sure that you never leave her mind or even begin to find what could once be kind

she never believed the line she always doubted the love she said it was the way he finely dots his i's and crosses his t's
this is to say she knew that when you want to express love it really is no careful hand written letter it's a drunken night on a step when in the mist of the giggles you accidentally just amplify it as if it were so lost in the love

the deluded reality that is no longer you, how can it feel so far from true when you first touched me roses turned violet and the grass turned blue now when you touch me
i softly say
don't

what a shame it is indeed, the girl who believed in glitter and rainbows is now drowning in a sea of not so perfect love

that's the thing about love it's drawn as a beautiful ******* picture one you'd frame or hang on your wall but in reality love is what ***** the life from within you destroying your barely salvaged soul whilst watching you drive a pole into the hole

while this was supposed to be about the petals falling from roses as he withdraws his promise you always keep you close
it became a blood bath of my guts and honesty
that's the thing about love it makes you accidentally honest at the worst of times