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love could be.

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Saved I heard this voice Inside my head Is it okay If it feels like this The god complex. I clinch Every time a car passes Yet the on the highest peak Of the human flesh I rise And peak like the skies As they kiss the mountain peaks Trying to recite a prayer My heart has revised many times before But my lips Could only take turns At practicing on the skins of others How many "hail mary's" Does it take To wash away My sins His bed knows More names than "I" But it knew well enough To not name a sound The same way I never do As he took a hold Of whatever was left Of my soul after A few shots encountered Raising my voice As it loses itself beneath my breath I call it the resurrection Of before the toxicity When temptation bit it's lip And I was so taken That I still find It flows just beneath my skin.... And I hurt ... As though I've never felt The bleed escape my skin... As though I've never let My tears flow and taste Th...

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I want to run through your mind while you try your best to unlove me until the opening of my legs feel like a vacation you're in desperate need of but.... you can never afford I wonder.. how many souls that will become the ancestors of the next generation have embraced the very essence of your bedsheets -Thembekile Kilay Deh'Poet Tsaoane

teardrop.

Tear drop.

Silent screams

From the heart of a broken angel...

Who could have known

That opening my heart up,

To the world could be fatal?

Pain seeps through my skin....

And rolls down my cheek

Straight down to my chin....

As if I let my heart lose

And these tear drops win ....

I let pain,

Cut through me

Like the thorn of a rose...

I let evil

Leave my heart exposed...

Blinded by these tear drops

Who could have known

That love would be fatal?

~Kilay Deh'Poet

poem for Mandela

Allow me a minute

And nothing more

As I sound my heart

And bid farewell

as I watch my hero kiss his death

Startled........

Afraid......

Trembling....

He knew the outcome

The consequences of opposing oppression

But only a real leader

Is willingly ready to sacrifice their all

For the freedom of his people ......

Freedom of the oppressed

Freedom of the crying

mourning for the hero of their beloved country

For as my hero walked out the prisoners rooms towards the gate that would lead him to freedom

He knew if he didn't leave

His bitterness and hatred behind

He would still he in that prison

oppressed.....

Crying for freedom

watching as hope fades for this beloved country ......

He climbed a great hill

To shout silent screams

That flow past the oppression... And move the mountains and seas........

But after climbing ...

love could be.

My ancestors have traveled the seven seas

Having heard wondrous stories

Of what love could possibly be...

But none actually sounds

Like its coming from the universe..

I can't seem to help, but wonder why hearts break

And dreams seem to fade...

In the midsts of air..

Why are memories

The architects of inspiration?

Would love not have been

Almost a planet away

Peaking through tiny black holes

Floating in a turquoise dreamland above the sea ...

Far away...

Dancing by moonlight

To silent screams...

Killing it ..

Burying it..

But gift to t...

blurry eyes

Blurry eyes.

Are those tears in your eyes

That I see?

You have blurry eyes

Blinded from the tears

Of your broken heart......

How do we see each other?

When fate has made hate

Your sweet beloved enemy......

Have the gods placed a curse on you? ......

Do they not feel

That you have endured enough...?

Is it not wrong,

That all the pain

Has made you to hate love this much..........

What are you doing here ...

When it is hatred that has broken your heart.....

Hatred ... And bitterness....

That has made your heart

As dark as night...?

Do you not wish to change...?

Maybe one day.....

Eventually...

When you decide

To run away from suicide

And watch your heart

Make life a happier place.....

When you can close your eyes ...

Hold me close ...

And we can make love,

To the sound of our heartbeats........

<...

love

Sometimes love

Cannot overcome the terrible wounds

Inflicted on a person

By the past

Thus broken hearts

Wound innocent people

And like an arrow

Piercing my liver. .

Love will pass me by

And I will chase it

Not knowing

That it will cost my life

Proving that following your heart

Means loosing your mind

But love

Is like a journey To the unknown

And sorrow in secret

Soothes the pain

Of love

~Kilay~

Highway to the graves

Why does this way to love a man

Seem to be right

Even though it leads to death

Can I not Stop

With my atrocious ways

Can I not see

That death is the destiny of life. .

It is said that one heart

Is connected to many lives

But your heart binds me

To my beauteous death..

Why does engraving your name

On my heart, bring pain to it. .

Though I do not search for it

Why does my heart harden

At the sound of your voice

Is to hate, not to hate

And to love, not to love

When your heart is a highway to the graves

~Kilay~

Am I alive?

Â I'm trying to make sense Of what this could mean.. But the more think.. The more sit here numb...Â Am alive or simply just breathingÂ Â Nothing seems as red Or as joyful Â Or as painful as it did I feel like a black and white facsimileÂ Of my former colorful self Â What is the joy of life When my smile saysÂ I'm happy .. but .. my heart...Â Tells a different story Â Is it possible that hope Had mended and broken my heartÂ Right inside of meÂ Â Can i possiby make senseÂ Of what this could mean..?Â Â Am aliveÂ Or am simply just breathing Â ~Kilay~ Â Â Â Â


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love could be.

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teardrop.

poem for Mandela

love could be.

blurry eyes

love

Highway to the graves

Am I alive?

Am I alive?

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