#FeBlog Day 22: Part of the Night

Here’s something I wrote, during a ……. time

I was born in the darkness.
The cemetery is my playground.
The silence of the night, is my lullaby.
Where all screams, shrieks and echoes are drowned.

Through these dark forests and eerie hollows.
Where all the cursed souls wail and wallow.
Only crows and ravens, there is never a swallow.
Are you brave enough to come with me? Brave enough to follow?

Deeper into the darkness, deeper into the night.
Not a bit of luminescence, not a speck of light.
This state forever it will never be finite.
Will you join the ceremony will you participate in the the rite?

As the midnight hour grows closer,
We find out who is true and who are the posers.
Stare at the transmittal, sing to the death rattle, call me the composer.
The goal to become one with the darkness, a part of the night


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#FeBlog Day 21: International Mother Language Day

Initially I wanted to do a play on this day. Usually when people say ‘mother language‘ they mean the language the dad speaks.

I wanted to do a post in Ndebele (what mum speaks) and not Shona. However, this did not go as I planned.

So instead….. I realised I’m more fluent in French than Shona and Ndebele combined.

So here is my celebratiion:

J’ai bien assez vécu, puisque dans mes douleurs

Je marche, sans trouver de bras qui me secourent,
Puisque je ris à peine aux enfants qui m’entourent,
Puisque je ne suis plus réjoui par les fleurs ;

Puisqu’au printemps, quand Dieu met la nature en fête,
J’assiste, esprit sans joie, à ce splendide amour ;
Puisque je suis à l’heure où l’homme fuit le jour,
Hélas ! et sent de tout la tristesse secrète ;

Puisque l’espoir serein dans mon âme est vaincu ;
Puisqu’en cette saison des parfums et des roses,
Ô ma fille ! j’aspire à l’ombre où tu reposes,
Puisque mon coeur est mort, j’ai bien assez vécu.

Je n’ai pas refusé ma tâche sur la terre.
Mon sillon ? Le voilà. Ma gerbe ? La voici.
J’ai vécu souriant, toujours plus adouci,
Debout, mais incliné du côté du mystère.

J’ai fait ce que j’ai pu ; j’ai servi, j’ai veillé,
Et j’ai vu bien souvent qu’on riait de ma peine.
Je me suis étonné d’être un objet de haine,
Ayant beaucoup souffert et beaucoup travaillé.

Dans ce bagne terrestre où ne s’ouvre aucune aile,
Sans me plaindre, saignant, et tombant sur les mains,
Morne, épuisé, raillé par les forçats humains,
J’ai porté mon chaînon de la chaîne éternelle.

Maintenant, mon regard ne s’ouvre qu’à demi ;
Je ne me tourne plus même quand on me nomme ;
Je suis plein de stupeur et d’ennui, comme un homme
Qui se lève avant l’aube et qui n’a pas dormi.

Je ne daigne plus même, en ma sombre paresse,
Répondre à l’envieux dont la bouche me nuit.
Ô Seigneur, ! ouvrez-moi les portes de la nuit,
Afin que je m’en aille et que je disparaisse !

– Victor Marie Hugo


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#FeBlog Day 20: The Truth by PSYPHΣR

This is a piece I wrote some time ago. If you recall one of my earlier posts, I mentioned that that I post things that I could rap on my Facebook Artist Page. Here is one:

Life feels like a dream.
All the signs around me, what exactly do they mean?
They confuse and confound me like nothing I’ve ever seen.
This state reality? it does not seem.

I feel trapped in an illusion.
A place I only find exclusion.
As I watch you blind followers,
Sadly you do not see my vision.

I hope for brighter days, greener pastures and clearer skies.
When we view each other as brother and sister, no colour, just smiles.
When we find peace and no-one else ever cries.
As everyone tries and we listen to the teachings of the wise.
A time when you are awakened to all of their lies…

You might ask, what shall happen then?
When is this? When will this all begin?
I speak of a time when all is made crystal, a time when
The masks and the veils fall to the floor and shatter the ground with a resounding pound.
Then I shall ask you, will you listen, will you accept the truth?

Or will you give in to their fallacies? Deception and hypocrisies?
Just submit to the pain, torture and atrocities?
Sit there and keep quiet while you are suffering and in agony?
Will you take a stand or just stay there anxiously?

THE TRUTH by PSYPHΣR (late night thoughts)


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#FeBlog Day 19: Is It Possible To Get Out of the Friendzone?

What is the Friendzone?

According to popular consensus,

It is a situation in which one member of a friendship wishes to enter into a romantic or sexual relationship, while the other does not. It is generally considered to be an undesirable situation for the rejected person.

Most times it’s a guy who finds himself in this position. But is it possible to get out of this situation, if it happens?

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#FeBlog Day 18: On My Mind

I’ll tell it like it is, no need for fancy wordplay.

I’m happy in her embrace, a cage I call faraday.

She’s always there.

Good times and bad.

Dans mes yeux elle est si parfait.


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#FeBlog Day 17: Book Review

I’m not going to review a book, I’m going to review a series. The one book series I’ve read over and over multiple times and the story seems new everytime.

I love my books, almost all genres as long as the story can get me in the first chapter, I’m going to read it through. But the relationship I have with this series is something I can’t explain.

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#FeBlog Day 16: Literature I Like

When I’m not reading some novel, I usually find a piece of literature that I can relate to. Some pieces I like are Paradise Lost by John MiltonDivine Comedy by Dante Aligheri and Malleus Malfircanum. Also anything by Edgar Allan Poe.



I was watching this series; Penny Dreadful, which I’ll review in a different post, and I discovered another author I relate to: John Keats. Here is part of one of his poems Ode to a Nightingale



Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—
To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?



You can read all of it in the link above, this is the part that got me


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