Poetry

February 10, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Musa Gift Masombuka

 

 

BEAUTIFUL PAIN

 

 

This pain is the main,

part of my vein.

In my blood it reigns,

and my heart it strains.

Something in me choke,

and getting better I hope.

Shall I tie me on a rope,

because my soul is broke.

Shall I swing on the chandelier,

because I can’t handle the pain.

I can not escape the pain,

but only to stay in my lane.

In my mind it tangles,

like a barbed wire wrapped around it.

I wish to better my heart,

and free myself from this pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

CORNERS

 

 

In the night we stand,

and let our minds extend.

Our hearts correspond,

and our souls will bond.

Pretty corners.

They are secret holders,

and memory keepers.

They hold each moment.

All those wonderment,

and stories shared.

The rocks will tell you all.

and the street lights will film it all.

Those corners,

they hold so much of our history.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PHILOSOPHY

 

 

words that boom in my mind

and blown by the wind,

out there can find,

one who’s too kind

thoughts are odd,

they make me feel sad

they’re only in my head

so well they pamper

like a free hamper,

I’ve lost temper,

i must mentor like a memo,

must i share without a share-holder?

My side of the buttered bread with no butterfly,

how lies fly and occpy

to control the lines

like philosophy, we send memories,

to memorize the memo of being truthful,

philosophy, i see nor Dr Phil could stand against the standard of his words,

only the beliefs would set US apart,

we sent to sort;

away your vision but on a way…

There are principles

hills are high to climb,

i would tear the truth,

nor words would be heard,

i received to serve as a servant,

pain would dwell to demand,

the truth will crush the lies,

to lay the law of injudicious justice,

broth would smell the death to reborn,

vaguely in vein, the vibe will be the verse of preaching the verbs,

words run into..while blood flow

nature smiled encouragingly at US,

rain nodded against the ground fearing an absorption,

I presume, profusely there’s no promise;

philosophy, philosophy…..philosophy!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

REMINISCE

 

 

Smiles glitter on my face.

Memories fill up my mind.

Tears roll down my cheeks.

Time has passed by.

I remember all those times,

the days of the dinosaurs,

when the sun was on our side

and stars sparkled brighter on our nights.

Though lightning came and stroke us apart.

Like a volcano had cleaned up everything.

Now we are nothing.

Though we were something.

We are left with one thing.

Our life is just a hoax.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Musa Gift Masombuka

Born on 1st April 1998, bred in Siyabuswa and grew up at Regae township in Marble Hall, South Africa. First son on his mother’s and last on his father’s side. Published poet at an early age of 15. He is an Arts group leader at his community. A SATMA Awards nominee of 2014. Musa has explored South Africa through his writings, reciting poems and accompanying performing artists of his community.

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