I remember the fledgling flame
How brightly it burned, fierce,
In a wilderness, sparse of yearning fulfilled.
See now the wind and the early rains
How it dances with vague choreography
To falter or flower, still uncertain…
Visit me in the land of dreams, father
Prophecy over these bones, still flesh
Lend me hope and strength, but faith all the more
I am a flower, in a world of cacti
Nothing quite like what you’ve known
A passing resemblence of the fauna you’re comfortable with
But still just as beautiful,
Just as worthy.
Love me still
For the beauty I am
Aloha to sharing new songs we find off each other’s soundcloud.
Aloha to evening walks between the trees, and watching sunsets.
Aloha to the places we’ve planned to visit, to experience, to taste.
Aloha to you falling asleep while I read to you from Rhonda Byrne books.
Aloha to road trips and pointless drives around the city.
Aloha to love, like we’ve never known it.
*due to the duality of the meaning of the word “Aloha”, this poem could be one of two stories. Enjoy.
I looked up at the clouds today and was jealous of their simple existence, caught in a cycle of condensation and evaporation, designed for no higher purpose.
I caught her staring at me this morning, and I asked her why she was doing so. Her response was “I never know if it’ll be the last time I see you so I want to remember what you look like.” Some equally memorable statements followed this one because I asked a follow up question but they are, at this point, inconsequential. Being me though I soon descended into a contemplative state.
In some ways love is like life. This love is like this life. It is unpredictable. If you wake up in the morning you’re more fortunate than the hundreds of thousands or millions who won’t make it through the night. But very few ever see it that way, unless they’re actively dying (not passively, like the rest of us). And so it is, as with life, this love is sometimes taken for granted; sometimes by her, sometimes by me, and sometimes we’re both complacent. However I do not linger in the land of the ungrateful because I know, and I’ve been told, that my place in this love most probably isn’t permanent. Any moment she could choose to be done with me. She could decide that I’m not and I never will be worth it. And I will have to live with it, or try to. But as with life I can’t live a future that isn’t here yet or that may not come to pass – I can only appreciate this moment, this today. So in light of that I will love her today: Because today is all I really have, and I will love her to the best of my ability today. I will be present in this day and its moments inasmuch as she will let me. And if we should be so fortunate as to wake up in the morning alive and in control of our minds & bodies, I will love her. While I live and breathe I will love her.
Her open palm is a welcome invitation to my idle hand.
Eagerly I raise it to meet hers.
Something in the universe aligns
When my fingers interlace with hers.
There’s a smile on her face…
A glimmer of hope in my eyes.
A thought lingers on my mind:
This is what happiness feels like.
Too soon the moment passes,
Our hands fall apart,
The planets keep on spinning
The edge of a smile lingers on my lips.
“Hands” – Onyx by Tirivashe
I wanna cuddle up to your mind,
To be lost in the wonderland of your imagination.
To partake of your ideas and dreams.
I want you to be free with me, to trust me.
I want to see you as you truly are: every raw emotion, all your censored thoughts, and each cherished sin.
I wanna be able to believe in your humanity;
To know that you are imperfect, yet ideal.
Come away for a while let me bring clarity to your opaque thoughts.
Lend me your eyes so that I might see the world as you do.
Take my hand and guide me to the depths of you;
To the dark places where your soul whispers the secret desires of your heart,
Where the only way to see is to forget what seeing should be like.
I want to get lost in the depths of you.
Je suis confus
Je suis attiré par vous, mais vous me repoussez.
Vous êtes mon soleil, et mon obscurité.
Vous me faites sourire, mais vous me faites pleurer.
Vous êtes la raison pour laquelle je veux être en vie,
mais en sachant que je suis avec vous me tue.
Vous êtes ma folie et ma santé mentale.
Vous êtes la chaleur qui me rend froid.
Je hais le fait que je t’aime.
Je ne peux pas vivre sans vous.
TsungaiThePoet & Suhani
Blinded by infatuation I told her I’d look up at the moon and think of her.
And when the fog of lust lifted and she was gone, there was the moon, still reminding me of her.
Such a bright, shining, eternal celestial piece…
Songs that once got me smiling when she quoted a line or two my way,
Phrases and statements artists sang that seemed to get the feeling just right…
Now I skip over those tracks on my playlist, but I can’t bring myself to delete them, they are pieces.
I walk through familiar, haunted places that aren’t the same anymore, at least not without you.
The sound of your laughter echos through my mind as I drive along alone,
If I look over at the passenger seat, I can almost see you in that summer dress and the denim jacket, a bow in your hair, a smile on your face..
Lying next to you on your mama’s couch, aimlessly clicking from one channel to the next on a lazy afternoon…
Loud music, dim lights, my hands on your hips, close to you, lost in the trance of the beat, but never again.
Movie nights, horror flicks, you holding on so tight it almost hurts, but I wouldn’t complain, more pieces
A piece here, a piece there, she took a piece of me, and now you do too
The worlds got it so twisted and now we’re catching up too.
Thanks to dumb stuff like “open relationships” we’ve
forgotten that they were meant for just two.
We’re so busy discovering each others bodies that our minds
are lost in the confusion,
And now we’ve mistaken a racing pulse, & mental obsession
as symptoms of love – but it’s all an emotional delusion
Pleasures run rampart as we soak up the last of this summer
Sun at our drunkest.
Therefore dearly beloved we are gathered here today to witness the
union of inverted morals and lust.
So in this corrupted matrimony of sorts you’ll have your
principles to adjust.
Coz they don’t fit this new cut where genuine feelings are at
their faintest.
And every other person is now playing this game to satisfy
their twisted interest.
Heartbreak is prophesied in the fine print preface of
this here play book & read it you must.
We are all masked, lying and cheating to get what we want
& some people you’ll meet are anything but honest.
And you’ll get stuck with someone who won’t want to do
romantic stuff like kiss in the rain coz their ferrous
facade might just rust.
Forewarned is forearmed, so I ask you when you step into the
world not to be alarmed.
I’d tell you it’s a “dog eat dog” kinda place but even the
cats don’t go unharmed.
Your expectations are glass figurines that are so easily broken.
So don’t come here desperate for the promised land because not everyone you meet is the Moses you need.
Poetry by Tsungai 
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