Random Poems

They say it’s a white man’s infection All I could do was envisage the imminent penetration In a vision I touch it, the feeling creates a burning sensation This infection sent me to penitentiary They tried to psychoanalyse me with ideals from tertiary Telepathically we share our love She feels the prying eyes of another I walk past her, I feel loved even though it’s only an instant Nostrils trickled by the pleasurable smell of her scent They say I am possessed, they burn demonic-chasing incense I am normal for crying out loud, they say I am nuts in my sense Hours on end I spend staring lewdly at her pictures on instagram She loves me, she accepted my request on Facebook Like a snare, she has got me on a hook A real African lady with her floral doek It’s not obsession it’s love Today is the day I shower her my passion From behind I attack like a lioness I close her mouth, my knife patched on her neck Her fear breathes life into me Tears roll of her cheeks I gyrate as I descend deep into her aperture In a state of narcosis my Missus passes out My head held high I walk out The shrinks say I suffer from erotomania When I see her I am teleported to my own Chronicles of Narnia As I wait trial I am in state of denial If I can’t be with you and then I deserve not to live A razor firmly placed on my wrists I will wait for you my love in the land beyond In my heart I know for, me you are full of fond Even as I journey to the land beyond I can still fell the bond Till will meet, goodbye my love, we will one day be one mould I am no peeping Tom my love for you is just misconstrued From behind they jump me Like cowards there are they attack me unarmed Kick, blows, fists are hammered Silting my throat with a knife I ask what for? For a flimsy $10 note and a phone Blood gushing out I know I will not make it out Listen up my dear children as I write from the great beyond My wife is still young and energetic, I know she will be in the hands of another My children will grow up without a father The only blood father they will know is my brother If only I had clairvoyance I would have told my children I love them I never got to say I love you to them To preoccupied making money Nor did I call my wife honey From the great beyond I write My beautiful daughter Rutendo Take care of your mother and brother And to you my son Rukudzo Take care of your mother and sister And to you my beautiful wife Danai Look after the children Danai don’t be held back by my death You are young don’t close the doors of love To you my children, Respect the man of your mother He is also your father As blood drips of my letter I assure you everything will be better I write this letter to you my children from the great beyond What is a friend? A person you share laughter with Someone who helps you up That guy who knows you through and through Despite your mistakes is always at your side Or is a friend someone who In your darkest times disappears like your shadow Or is one to manipulate you like dough The last two lines describe bogus friends They want you to succeed But never do they want you to surpass them True friendship knows no sex True friendship knows no social status True friendship knows no religious affiliation Friendship is not a bond of blood Calamity after calamity maybe the sequence A true friend will be there in instance Even if you are separated by a long distance But true friendship is a bond of love That kind I call “Bromance”