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Lost Soul


Down in a chilled morning, set a maturing tree

With observant eye and ancestral believes

Within a moderate atmosphere under clouded sky

Listing to sounds of nature, how jealous it was, he would dance and hum with the wind

Just how you wish to rhyme and spoil that passion in you

Is the music in you, you wish to let out. The poetry in you, you always write

The doubts in you, you have always wanted to swallow

That pride in you, which depletes your confidence

 

Those nightmares from thy feeling, that feeling from those memories,

Memories from thy thoughts, those thoughts from regrets,

And regrets straight from decisions

Life is stepping two times faster than you,

Time is not your friend you can’t venture with it

Nature is your mother, will groom your instinct the hard way 

 

Put thy soul in these holy waters, your intuitions will reveal your Goddess.

How tired you are of your wrong decisions, how tired you are of that fear

You just want to blow it away because you miss home these days

Your talent got you praying loud in silence with words

Words to lines, lines to stanzas and poetry was born

Born within passionate soul with ambitious Faith that formed an Artistic hope

 

And so said the Oracle, “The new sun shall rise, a King shall be crowned

After the eclipse, after the dark moon, rains will wash off the sickness

The air will be restore and come cleanse, birds with soothing melodies

Soil popping veg, ground turning green, skin glowing as light as the isolated stones

But time will never betray its culture, precious belt of the Israel’s.


The black gold, city of chrome, cause of platinum

With dark iron stones, under the shades of fruity braches

Where summer never ends, where winter is just a mere dry season

Where morning in spring feels like a new year

Where East looks like west when the Sun rises

And West would appear like East when the Sun sets

Where nature has remained the only honest man I have ever met

And the sky would stay the only loyal Beauty I know

Just like that pumping Rose within your ribcage

Just like that hope that’s holding your faith

 

Did you know though? That the hard way is the right way?

Did you hear about Family and blessings?

Do you care about thy glorious man, in thy flash?

Do you wish to grow company of regrets?

You see am curious, you see, maybe I have been in thy room before, you see

God would build your eyes to see the world

And gods would grant you vision to build pyramids. 

 

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Tsietsi

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