Poetry Bulawayo

So many words, Yet no truth in them So much truth Not loud enough for a soul to hear So many things I should have said But I refrained I opened my mouth to speak But the truth choked me And words were wedged in my throat I shut my mouth to hold back words untrue But in impulse they did tumble out All the things I never mearnt to Shrill and absolute have I said All what I said was, is not in the least All what I mentioned not, is and has been In senseless defense I uttered words of vanity With words of sham I charted my course And made approved what was not My heart laments the deceit in my words and in repentance I make known Truths that lay shrouded in the depths of my soul By layer upon layer of secrets and lies and hatchets concealed in intution With the motive to shield The truth that could wound those I cherish Yet  it would set me free Hence I will hold back no more

An undefined hole A deep meaningless soul I look at a stranger in this pool This pool of an all too familiar dream A dream of that Companion’s rule Rule over me creature of eve Torture me with that confusing whip That scratches an itch a cant reach alone My lonely heart sings In black tones that the audience see That causes stars to collide Vision dissolves and evaporates in this sunshine A heart in this desert without shade I’m a hole though I know the one for whom I thirst I dream for that creature of eve Torture one with that pleasing whip This deafening noise of the heart makes too much sense to me. (c) Cecil Gumbi