It's a tonado inside my stomach
Turning heads, bulling ears, I'm pregnant with words that cannot find rest, they yearn to crawl outta my mouth like these.
Said I'm pregnant with words that are you,
Words to build you and help you set your path right if you will, words to caress your thoughts and rape your ideas to give birth to the truth about you.
As I speak into you, you do the same with your spirit filled eyes and ears.
I get as much as I give.
So friend speak into me with your smile, your laugh that attracts mine,
With your words, your smooth rhyme
Speak into me with your dance, as your body tangles with the breath of the universe, with every twist and turn I hear silloets and symphonies, every altitude you reach is absolute in my eyes.
Speak in to me with the eyes in your camera lens, the paint from your brush which deserve more than a second glance, the works that your hands create; with my fingerprints I hear it loud.
Like a light house to my inner child be the lyrics of your song, they lead me home
Pick up that pen and notebook, that brush and blank page, the special camera which makes your eyes anxious for the wake, your febric and scissors and with every material;speak,
Tell a story that only our inner beings can explain
In every colour I hear your joy and your pain, your every line is full of voice.
So dear friend, sd not fear, hesitate or procrastinate to open up and let our souls jive to the truth you have inside,
Let it out...like the sun, let all man know what you carry inside.
Speak into me with art.
YOU ARE READING
The in between, Poems about me
PoésieThis is a poetry book inspired by my first real love Mashudu Musenwa and a good friend of mine Hulisani Muloiwa. Writing has always been a hobby of mine and getting to share my growth is an honour because now the world gets to experience my world as...
