My friend the hero
My friend you hunger for me when I am full of doubt, When you die to believe you can, I give you wings, eyes & claws- a part of my eagle to lift your spirit to soar.
With half your hand you are disabled you care; I enable you to generate your dreams because it is your wish, my pleasure- this thought alone, what inestimable treasure.
My friend my light my guide you hide when you cannot ask, I break through your transparency
You smile sheepishly when I sneak into your hard-beating heart to trick you into confiding in me.
Stomach me.
My friend can you smell my wrath & human distastefulness for those who cause turbulence in your ocean and
Poverty in your eyes when you look at me-your true word cast in stone of long soft & hard years.
Do you still hear me say I love you when they press empty charges on our bond,
Wanting us against one another in a court where you shouldn’t really be. Can you find me.
My friend the hero, you once drew a powerful path of love for us to always trace who we are.
You steer a massive truck today and bulldoze heavily towards everything & everyone you see. They crumble when they see you-
You have disarmed your own trust and made it difficult to sense my plainness; my plane flying in your direction to liberate you. Again.
Friend, you locked yourself in a tight historic moment of pain, you forgot to embed my soul, your essence,
You redeemed your psyche uneasy to fasten with mine, you are infected I am affected.
In a profound moment of truth, you call my name, I am lost without you.
Your eyes at the back of your head.
Friend, when will we be free.
By Nomfusi Xinindlu
Acknowledged by “The Star’s” The CUT Magazine (2005)
My friend you hunger for me when I am full of doubt, When you die to believe you can, I give you wings, eyes & claws- a part of my eagle to lift your spirit to soar.
With half your hand you are disabled you care; I enable you to generate your dreams because it is your wish, my pleasure- this thought alone, what inestimable treasure.
My friend my light my guide you hide when you cannot ask, I break through your transparency
You smile sheepishly when I sneak into your hard-beating heart to trick you into confiding in me.
Stomach me.
My friend can you smell my wrath & human distastefulness for those who cause turbulence in your ocean and
Poverty in your eyes when you look at me-your true word cast in stone of long soft & hard years.
Do you still hear me say I love you when they press empty charges on our bond,
Wanting us against one another in a court where you shouldn’t really be. Can you find me.
My friend the hero, you once drew a powerful path of love for us to always trace who we are.
You steer a massive truck today and bulldoze heavily towards everything & everyone you see. They crumble when they see you-
You have disarmed your own trust and made it difficult to sense my plainness; my plane flying in your direction to liberate you. Again.
Friend, you locked yourself in a tight historic moment of pain, you forgot to embed my soul, your essence,
You redeemed your psyche uneasy to fasten with mine, you are infected I am affected.
In a profound moment of truth, you call my name, I am lost without you.
Your eyes at the back of your head.
Friend, when will we be free.
By Nomfusi Xinindlu
Acknowledged by “The Star’s” The CUT Magazine (2005)
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