“THE INBOX OF THE INBOX”

BY VACHIKEPE: THE POET

I just want to talk to you

I just feel like talking to you

Every time I think of you...

I just want to talk to you!

Its like...

There is a small hole

In my heart

That I sometimes fail to scratch

Slowly and sweetly

You shampoo it

With your cloth of sweetness...

Like the softness

Of smile flying feet

On a massage drill

With small tickles

Of happiness

Is how I feel

When I am with you

Is how you occupy

My space

With your irresistible influence

Enfolded in the depth

Of time being fulfilled...

Sometimes

I send you my inner emotions

Clothed in words

In your inbox

Just to show myself

Inside out

The design of a gentleman...

But most of the times

It is not enough

It is not enough

Most of the times

For I can only send you

A message in your inbox

But fail to send you

A message from your inbox

To the inbox of your inbox...

How many of you

Have managed to send messages

From the inbox of your beloved ones

To the inbox of the inbox of your beloved ones?

I guess...few if not few!

In my inbox

I am full of love

So free and happy

So exited and grateful

And so comfortable and blessed!

But in your inbox

I am cold and slow

Pride and chilly

Inquisitive

And sometimes

Annoying!

But

In the inbox of my inbox

I am really a happy man

Who really enjoys life

As it comes!

And in the inbox of your inbox

I rarely find you

I rarely meet you

We rarely talk

And you rarely touch

The veins of my heart!

That is why

I rarely like my inbox

That is why

I rarely like your inbox

Or the inbox of my inbox

...but, always so allured to

Understand the inbox of your inbox!

For the inbox of your

Inbox + the inbox of my

Inbox is = to the true

Inbox close to reality.

Independently

Usually people can live

But far from reality,

Again they

Usually live in...

And in reality

People barely meet

People barely talk

And people barely live...

But

In reality

With you my dear

We shall visit

We shall travel

We shall understand

And we shall share

And rejoice...

For

I feel the sweet fresh breath

Of your mouth in my ears

As you feel the coming

Of sweet taste of sweetness...

Every time you think of me

For

In reality

With you my dear

We shall visit

We shall travel

We shall understand

And we shall share

And rejoice...

For

Reality is better than victimization

Yes victimization

The people fighting disease

Sometimes too big to be broken

By their imagination and innovation

As it appears to be difficult

To live in a society without victims!

But...unto reality

With you my dear

We shall visit

We shall travel

We shall understand

And we shall share

And rejoice...

For reality

Is better than victimization!

END!!!

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MATOPOS

BY VACHIKEPE: THE POET

These people

Didn’t know words

Their books

Were the rocks of their area...

And they liked drawing

Their everyday life!

Sometimes...

They would use

Sacrificial blood,

Which then was bringing

Life to the paintings!

The children

And the grandchildren

Of the society

Would come

And gather around!

Watching the big rock...

Before their sleep!

The rock gave birth

To the ancient television...

It was the spiritual television

Of the African soil...

In Matopos...

The garden of stones!

Matopos

The home for Godly voice...

That connected mother nature

And the heaven of heavens!

The land of the posing rocks...

So alive to the spiritual!

Matopos

The land of the mountainous rocks,

That signifies the different soils of Africa!

The land with the dancing wind,

And the whistling trees!

Matopos

The rescue to my mental dilutions

The rescue to my wounded shortfalls

And the rejuvenation and rebirth of one’s self!

Matopos

Matopos

Matopos

The hidden treasure...

From the country’s

Hidden ancient wisdom.

END!!!

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Child: Resting and Anticipation

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Title: "Child: Resting and Anticipation"

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Crazyman: President

They see me a fool

Not knowing they are the foolish ones

They feel pity for me

When I dig-deep

Through my bins- in search of my food

Not knowing they are imprisoned

In disgusting economic-bins

Too strong for their ability to think beyond!

Sometimes they run away from me

Assuming violent acts against their ignorance

Not knowing that I avoid their mental contagious disease  

That has left them in swallowing poverty and tatteredness...

Look there runs the naked man- they point me

Look there they drag their feet

There they drag they drag their feet

Unashamed mad people

With naked development

Unfit to clothe a human-being  

Homo-Sapiens I secretly and point them

 Silently laughing inside my understanding!

It is impossible for them

To buy a drink of coke- with a bottle of it

They call it utter- madness!

It is impossible to exchange bread-ltter

With bread delivery for the whole month

Utter- madness they call it!

Or bread testing- voting for the best bread in their market

Hence, going home with loaves of your choice

Utter madness- they see it impossible.

How about bachelors given houses after their weddings

Insanity- they can even first you out!

A societal rule of not leaving pedestrians

Of your direction stranded on the road

The same way police have the right to stop any car

Pure insanity- they can laugh you out!

Special classes being changed

From students of less educational abilities

To a class of position one (1) students only

With a professor as their teacher

As a way of grooming those who can

Invent, discover, re-discover in the future!

Utter-madness they see it impossible!

Busy they busy teach organograms at university

Upgrading the law of memorizing and notes taking

Like vendors- university students are supposed

To be scattered in our societies, learning anything and everything

Destroying cached chickens to indogramical accomplishments...

So traditional their minds are numb

They cannot change anything

But only upgrade and re-grade a system they did not set...

There walks the mad-man...is what they see

So blind to see that their normality is very abnormal!

One day I will wear my intellectual beret

Sit on top of the tallest tree in the city

And pray for the redemption of these people

Who lives in madness engulfed with thunderous fear...

They fear to have sex

Lest you can catch a disease

They fear to trigger a conversation with each other

Lest the other can gun the other down

Due to the brains failing to re-capacitate

From a non-thinking zone

They fear to eat

Lest they can disturb the frightened metabolism

They fear to talk

Lest they can publish their ignorance

And face the system and its systematic consequences

They fear to sleep

Lest the ground can just open and swallow them up

They fear to think

Lest they can start to think

And they call it (madness)

All this is normal to their development...

All they see are my amazing feet cracks

As if they are moving...

Yes so numb in their own poverty

Each person satisfied and content

With their own poverty type!

Who has fought societal poverty and defeated it?

No- one... the brains are quick to answer!

Who has never seen a crazyman in the streets?

No- one... the brains are quick to answer!

Who will redeem us from ourselves?

No- one the brains are again quick to answer!

Vote for full teaching of indograms

The best freedom of an individual...

Than sociograms..

Puzzling of the systematic

And arrangement of the populace...

All these I write in my mental constitutions,

There...the crazyman talks to himself

There... the crazyman talks to himself

They talk of me all the time...

As if I talk to them all the time...

They talk of me all the time

As if they think that I think they are normal

But...all of them they do not guts to ask me if I am normal!

Madness...knows madness and normalness knows normalness....

Lol.

   END

Friday  11 September  2015

Written By: VaChikepe: The Poet ©

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Thunder Crushed Wish

Night writing

Of a falling heart

Scarcity has lead to

The denial of one’s wish

Repetition of the same life style

Just from the worst part of it

Avoiding the best part of it

With fear of addiction

Addiction to the walk of shame

Populace path- the path of the most I know

Just for a change

My heart keeps on wishing

In thuds of resistance and worry

My heart is kept rolling into

By the best of my brains

I can’t seem to be reading

Notes from the book of my destiny

I guess... I need a stronger preacher

 Or a new formula

To push away this sickness

The same sickness that

Most have believed- to have pulled man down

In their fellowship I see them- with my own eyes

As they live on and on...in their books of destiny

Where do I really belong to

In the comfort of my words- I am the king

But in reality I am an unfinished story

Understanding the sense

As the ink paints through

Good dreams knocked...

And I opened the door for them and their exit

Bad dreams knocked...

And I opened the door for them and their exit

Which door am I now to open and not to?

Why are my walls so numb and closed up

Without a door to knock on?

Dot... dot... dot... the ink runs through

From the deep solitary moments

To deep cheers of celebrations

I will strive myself through

Until I live it all

From the corner of creation

To the full circle of it!

   END

Friday  28 August 2015

Written By: VaChikepe: The Poet

My Angelic Voices

Poetry

How can I define you

Broken vocabulary

Incorrect grammar

Observation shared

Expression expressed

Poetry

How can I define you

Through the years

You have kept

My heart smiling

My soul in comfort

And my spirit in good shape

Poetry

I wonder...

Where you come from

From the tongue

Of a book...

I found you

From the voice

Of a human tongue

I found you

From reactions

Of all actions

I found you

Even in the deepest

Parts of my dreams

I found you

Poetry

I wonder...

Where you are taking me

In this world of survival

Life, expectations and experience

Friends you gave me

Inquisitive brains you gave me

Identity you gave me

And a sphere full of possibilities

You shared with me

Poetry

The words of my fingers

The voice of my voice box

Will we live together

Till the last dot

Will you not leave me

Like that beauty

That left a scare on my heart

Will you not let go my hand

In the times of difference

And will you not find

Pleasure in other spheres

Absent of my presence

My heart tell me...

You will not

I remember not inviting you

In my life...

But in my tears

Appeared your hand of comfort

In my joys

I heard your celebrating voice

On top of all...

I even tried to dump you

Several times... in search

Of greener pastures

Patiently you waited for me

Sometimes i met you

In the greener pastures

Ready to spark a big show for me...

The people’s great love

About my identity

By the creator

People are given gifts

Some don’t know it

Some don’t care

And some do abuse them

I wonder how it is being

Abused by your own gift...

But unto you...

I say

‘I love you so much’

My poetry

My blessed gift

From my Creator!

Against all dark forces

Of this world we will Win

I hear I write

I see I speak

I sense I express

I taste I share

END

Wednesday 26 August 2015

Written By: VaChikepe: The Poet