Addicted to Asiah
The break up wind blows
Yet smell I the petals of this beautiful rose
Asiah
My one dearest treasure
Whose accusing tears brew ancient storms
Invoking from within-er intrinsically impatient bombs
An African beauty that engulfs my thoughts
The only fire that cooks my intimate pots
I love Asiah my sweetest love
Beyond love I'm addicted to her
From those romantic fruits I'm made to starve
Yet beyond starvation I'm convicted to care
No sex
I guess, without paying tax
Pleasures wedded to guilt and unbearble suffering
As firm as the olive tree deep and wavering
Nevertheless
The less the more the more the less
And so God the Father addiction bless
Lest I fall into the son of perdition's curse
Tell mother I'm addicted to Asiah for a damned eternity
Tell her Asiah has become the barometer of my crammed sanity
- Sathane ke mo fokofisiye
12 comments:
Things we for love, funny heh?
Dilo tso re di makang ka baka la lerato, ka mafra ka mmago?
Xilo lexi yi xi yendlaka yi maka ya rirhandzu, ehe?
Izinto e si zenzayo ngenca yo thando, ngempela?
xi!nti hxait!.wo qxantuiit! ime ike, xekix!i
die dinge wat ons doen vir liefde, ja ne?
Yesis person, what lingo don't you speak? But things we do for love, hey? No one will ever know how it feels when you are in love becuase it's just you.
Die dinge wat ons doen vir liefde, ja ne?
your poems got me my girlfriend back of course i forgot to mention i am not the one who wrote them... i owe u imarzen golide will be back in nelspruit end of june
guilty as charged
Rirhandzu a riti endlis
Rirhandzu a riti endlis
Love must be respected my broer
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