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I may be light in weight but I carry this heavy-weight on my shoulders
It's no-one else's responsibility but my own
So I own up to it and not call it a burden
This weight is to weigh my own strength and characteristics
So I should never let it weigh me down
And even learn to let go of unnecesity
As long as I live I grow stronger
To pain I am no stranger I am just not yet it's master
Even weight-lifting does not get rid of this weight off my shoulders
So I think through this experience and realize I have wisdom to gain
And also learnt to be a good sport
As I enjoy rugby than American-football
I acknowledge the ball is in my court
And so should have the ***** to court success (triumph and victory and conquer)
They say it's not over until the fat-lady sings
I have yet seen fat-ladies crossing marathon finishing-lines
Shoulders are between the head and the chest
So it's only natural that I find myself inbetween logic and emotion
Be the strength when I have none
Have nerves-of-steel during a nervous-breakdown
They say opposites attract and still am searching for the natural opposite of gravitational-force
And try to force it to elevate me to levitation
As this weight does not give me the leisure to wait
It's better bearable when I am in motion
Maybe it would be better if I weighed like a bear
Sometimes I cannot even bare hugs with aggression of intolerance
It's a lemon-flavoured honey taste to swallow
As sometimes I wish I was free as swallows
Even caged birds sing
To sing the freedom song you need to break-out of the cage
To break-out of the cage you need the wisdom of will and strength
And so a healthy mind needs a healthy body
As this weight also weighs emotionally and mentally
Penning words on paper is liberation ( for me)
To be simply put
You talk about deforestation
I say we were using it (wood) for cooking anyway before we moved to electricity
So I can write plak-cards about global warming
Writing is liberating to me in a way that I see my thoughts becoming reality
It may seem old-school fashioned with this technology around
The way ink touches paper still touches me the same way as when I met poetry
Even though sometimes I have to transfer it to digital to share with those who care
I still love inking on paper
I love expressing all different kinds of emotions and thoughts this way
And now I feel I should express how this way of expression makes me feel
when you lose your happiness life seems to fade away
sunny skies you knew now have turned to grey
makes you feel so empty broken up inside
happiness you had now has been denied

you feel so alone empty and so bare
happy times you had no no longer there
you can turn it round if you want it to
think about the good times that you always knew

keep them in your mind when your feeling blue
happiness you had will return to you
you can smile once more with a smile up on your face
your mind it will return to your happy place
  Oct 2023 Masibulele Ntsepo
Safana
We are young.
Tomorrow,
we shall grow.
As it is being said,
young shall grow.

We are tomorrow's leaders.
If we were given the light,
we would keep it until tomorrow.

Of course,
The light will diffuse.
It will spread until tomorrow.

But if we are given the dark,
We will hold it until death.

Indeed,
Darkness will spread.
It will spread to the grave.

Give us the light.
Give us the light.
Take the darkness away from us
and light us up.

No doubt,
One day, we are tomorrow.
  Sep 2023 Masibulele Ntsepo
Yuki
I stopped looking
for my other half
in other people
the moment I realized
I was already whole
within myself.
I find no shame
in my solitude
now that alone
I do not feel lonely.
  Sep 2023 Masibulele Ntsepo
nivek
Redemption poetry on daily drip
a place to be found
a place to be
a place to sing.
I feel like i need a fresh-start,
The feeling i have with the present is worn-out,
So worn-out i need refreshments
Temptation has burned-me-out,
Focus torn-apart, that i have conflict of interest
New beginings, the pattern has become dull
I feel i cannot continue with(in) the present
I have been on this present-continuous that i have sweat(ed) even my tears
Contemplation has sped (speed) me down
I have sweat(ed) so much that i am stinking,
Stinking of regrets
Stinking of mistakes
Stinking of failures
Stinking of wisdom
I have (grown) out-grown my mother's womb
I am powerless (for) to reverse the hands of time
How do i start afresh? How do i begin anew?
I think i should start afresh by changing my way of thinking
Learn from my mistakes, so i can make better decisions and actions
Change my perspective in and of life, so as to feel brand-new
Why do i need to start afresh?
Do i perceive myself a failure?
Am i not satisfied with the outcomes of my decisions?
Do i even have a decision to make ?
Do i feel too heavy the burden of my responsibilities ?
Am i too ashamed ?
Whatever the reason , i believe a new begining will make me fresh with (new) energy,
If we are really particles of atoms, protons, neurons, etc of life
If time-travel was proved existing, would i want to keep my memories ?
Would changing everyone and everything help ?
Let me begin by rising above all the thoughts and emotions like a tide,
Wash them off-shore (like) with a wave of tsunami
(inspired by the catastrophic devasting natural disasters in Morocco and Libya )
My heart and prayers are with them
#united-Africa
#Alkebu-lan
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