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AB Apr 2016
The road is long and the days are short.  
Life consists of only so many miles.
Enjoy the ride while you still can.
Someday, you’ll run out of gasoline.

Life consists of only so many miles.
Take heed not to speed.
Someday, you’ll run out of gasoline.
Don’t let the rigorous journey discourage you.

Take heed not to speed.
Savor the curiosities that you behold.
Don’t let the rigorous journey discourage you.
Find the beauty in the bumps and turns.

Savor the curiosities that you behold.
Enjoy the ride while you still can.
Find the beauty in the bumps and turns.
The road is long and the days are short.
A pantoum poem
AB Apr 2016
Dreams
Optimistic, benevolent,
Inspiring, believing, succeeding
Igniting luminous fervor, extinguishing perturbed hope.    
Idling, desponding, flattening
Placid, callous,
Reality
A diamante poem.
  Apr 2016 AB
Khomotso Josie Manaka
I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity

I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking
Maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I'll say the same thing

I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I won't complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here

If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respect's the spirit world
And thinks with his heart

I am ready for love
If you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can

I am ready for love
Here with an offering of
My voice
My Eyes
My soul
My mind

Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love

I am ready
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AB Apr 2016
Here comes the sun.
The puddles have dried from underneath my eyes,
And the storm-clouds evaporated from my mind.
In earnest, I call for jubilation!
Convalescence at last!
But then I remember.
My fitful feelings are simply on furlough.
This is only the eye of the storm.
Knowing this, I brace myself,
Hoping of mitigating my inert emotions.
In haste, I foist my harrowing memories,
Banishing them to far-away corners of the mind.
I defend my self-esteem,
Behind impregnable walls and menacing guards.
A shelter to ignite hope.
Inside, I feel valiant.
For once, I am strong.
Alas, it’s all to no avail.
My attempts quelling the insurrection will prove useless.
The enemy attacks from the inside.
And so with a sigh, I’ll wave my white flag.
My fortress will crumble.
Hope will no longer burn.
The storm will engulf me once more.
AB Apr 2016
Procure a pleasure so terrible;
A liking to great pain and fear.
Through this you will understand
How it feels at the end
To fall like the rain;
The mind condenses.
No way out
Screaming for
Night.
AB Apr 2016
Lies,
Like little cobras,
Slither into your ears,
Caress your feelings,
And bring ephemeral comfort.
Until they bite.
One by one,
They feast on your gullible confidence,
Hiss at your allies,
And strangle your conscience,
Until,
Hollowed and pitiful,
You capitulate to the snake charmer.
But it’s too late.
The venom afflicts.
AB Apr 2016
Whisper her name.
Let the word flow through me.
Now say it again.
It fosters a melody so sweet and proud.
I’m overcome by gentle dreams.

“Veronica”

Voices inside me come and go.
They cry out for time and space.
And a chance to make things right,
But I’m afraid to see her again.
I don’t want to fail.
Not again.

“Empty your mind.”
“Don’t hide from what is honest.”

I’m suffocating in suspense.
What am I in her eyes now?
Dare I ask?
An answer delivers my destiny.
Ecstasy if yes.
Exile if no.

The Rubicon stands before me.
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