say you love me

i am ready for you anytime,
miracles happen whenever i see you,
dump your unfaithful construction worker,
he gets jealous whenever i raise my hand,
greets me no more.
did you tell him how you feel?
chatting with you a little--
has become a heinous crime.
maybe i should look the other way,
each time you walk my direction.
our neighbourhood is scandalous,
people mind not their business nowadays,
i encourage you to do the same,
say you love me every day,
i would be wrong if you were engaged,
having a child to raise means not,
waiting for a man's support.

how could you?

i met a lot of beauties but,you top them all.
wonder why you chose me amongst  men,
your smile shakes the earth,
careless whisperers want to steal our love,
my funky hairdo had nothing to do with rhem,
how could you fall for that envious friend of mine?
I wont trade you for anythting,
not even a bag full of gold sand.

i should have

heared you trekked back home in tears,
breaking your heart was not my intention,
maybe a motorcyclist was teasing you,
felt the devil's spirit flies above our house,
hungry for spiritual tutorials.

teachers where here a moment ago,
I should have took spiritual lessons .

nothing

i have known her since we were young,
always found her irresistible but,
I treated her so shabbily.
we met on a  fateful afternoon--
when we bumped into each other--
in a cloud of mist.



both of us are hurting but,
there is nothing we can do.

freemasons

a girl tells anyone who cares to listen,
what she does is not only a crush but,
a very heartless obsession to derail you,
sends criminals to masquerade as guards,
they insult you chewing half baked cookies--
early morning in the taxi rank.
you did not know what to do,

has felt your warmth the other day,
all those bad memories flood your mind.
being handsome is no mean feat--

she plans to turn you into a fool,
you are from the township,
her messenger is filthy in thoughts,
never let him pull you down.
caught in uncompromising situations before.

her nieces stand outside your yard,
she sent them to suck air out of you.
always relate you to people they never met,
shamelessly linking you with their dirty aunt,
her life is all messed up,
seeing less of her is a blessing,
listen not to them my friend,

no matter the pain you feel inside,
never let free-masons win your heart.

maybe

She let her priestly uncle to get between us.

Never  promised her marriage but,

I should  have stopped him,

Never in my life had I become so welcoming,

I guess I gave him too much respect.

He got knocked down by a car,

While crossing the streets,

She says I brought bad luck to her family,

What a lame accusation from a hurting soul!

He died trying to tarnish my name,

Our love is forever wasted.

Maybe I should just forget about her.

worst calender day

Says I should shut up and leave—

Not without my sweetheart.

I will be very stupid to let him scare me.

she does not say anything,

nods her head the direction of the door,

my heart bleeds and eyes bloodshot,

this may be a set up.

Why on earth must I go home alone?

I have heared stories about her cheating,

I did not believe any of them.

Is she cheating on me or am I imagining things?

Look how beautiful she is.

No man can leave without her and;

Am supposedly told I should leave her,

This is the worst day of a calendar not—

A tired cliché called;

The worst day of my life.

yet to be believe

I have been writing poetry a lot,

My romantic composition  is negative,

I barely manage to master a syllable..

the problem i think is;ladies and gentlemen,
a lot of you praise people for wrong reasons.

my art is still in its infancy,

you should love its girly softness,

fragile monotone lulling streets to sleep.

love have replaced words on street corners,

they whistle to every passing stanza,

every paragraph but,you and I are yet to believe
any of it.

heartbreaker

i sound unusual not because of southern hemisphere winter but,
the pain of love infesting the depths of my soul.
i never thought memories of her and i chatting would grace my mind,
there she is on the washing line hanging clothes with no shirt on.
all she is doing is playing with my feelings as blood rush all over my body.
i am beginning to have sick fantasies which neither God nor man could encourage.
anything foul language detailing how i wish she was mine will be shot down,
my love for her is completely locked down and her younger brother hates me,
he says i got heartbreaker looks and does not want me near any of his sisters,
i tested their love four seasons ago and found out they hated me.
i have known her since primary school when she used to walk to the shops alone.
back then i did know if she had a man and cared less about girls--strangers in particular.
nowadays i am a grown man but find it hard to get a woman to call mine.
i keep scouring lengths and breadths of my suburb in search of the one.
i do not want to offend anyone about my loneliness stories.
her father was a very scary and strict man--i wonder how he came to have a boyfriend.
he was not entering the yard.
these days he talks a lot because he does and sleeps on her bed.
loving her is a momentous task which i better not accustom myself to.

embarassing

listening to you reading a text message fron a concerned listener,
made my heart heavy and tears fell to the ground,
your voice always touch me and make me wonder--
how it would be to meet you face to face.
i know there is a perception that the public,
easily fall in love with people they aspire to be.
you have a rare talent which needs to be protected,
what i am about to say is embarassing but,
mine needs to be nurtured by all you successful people,
before i forget what the sole purpose of this text is,
i hate to hear the uninformed attack and insult you.
they seem to believe just because you are on the media,
should check on you and forcefully tell you how to live life.
why on earth do we always have to judge people--
according to their sexual preferences?
the same people who bombarded you with epithets on air,
are those who find it hard to take their eyes off immoral situations,
their mantra is there is nothing wrong with looking as:
eyes steal no one's property.
if you could invite them to the studio in person--
i swear you will be disgusted on how they view women.

for the streets sake

I believed her when she promised we will be together forever

i now curse the day i ever concurred.

agreeing to date and fall in love with her is the sadest move.

loving her family a lot has put me in this tight spot.

It is true what people say about a rose protected by thorns.

I looked at my garden and realized i should not have loved her.

Tears fell from my eyes when I saw a white truck parked outside her  yard.

I had decided we should cool things for a while.

Her facial  skin was battered a lot and I barely recognized her.

I only became sure it was her when she walked away.

I felt weak but decided to stay strong for the streets sake.

Men are not supposed to cry in public .