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Phozitive Vibrationz

Posted on August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Curiosity got the better of me When I heard you scream So I decided to sneak a peek As you were about to reach your peak But you never did The batteries died I Think Cause the buzzing stopped And you looked distraught That image stuck with me ever since Which is why I wrote…

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Psalm For Fuck

Posted on August 7, 2017August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Oh Fuck, you beauty! You have assailed Where many words have failed Where even violence Couldn’t break the silence Where would I be? Without you Dear sweet Fuck What could I have said? When my friend died Or when my lover lied How could I have expressed my pain? Had you not been my refrain…

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Missing Kea

Posted on August 30, 2015August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

The walls ask about you; They miss playing tennis with your laughter. The TV searches for you; It finds my lone face too dull to watch. The music listens for your smile; It’s pained by the silence The books have gone dyslexic The floor itches for your soles The bed needs your massage The water…

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Requiem For The Ex

Posted on September 7, 2014July 25, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

I forgot that sometimes Some nights Some monster Inconsiderately Sneaks up your nostrils And plays bouncer to the oxygen I also realize that I forgot The color of your sneeze The melody of your snore And the texture of your cough Though I can’t seem to remember I do painfully miss The music you eyes…

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Tragedies

Posted on August 16, 2014August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Mandela Obama Marikana Just some of the tragedies That befell darkies

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MS Word Is My Sword

Posted on August 8, 2014August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

MS Word is my sword With it I create worlds In which I am Lord I direct the flow of tears Adjust the decibels of screams Control rhythms of each heart beat Compose arrangements for laughter Tune the highs and lows of conversations Bridge with moans, sighs and gasps To create a symphony pleasing to…

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Open Letter

Posted on August 7, 2014August 7, 2017 by Mpho Matsitle

Dear Blacks We Of cohesive Societies Have no use For social cohesion projects. But good luck. Sincerely, Whites

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