I wrote this years ago. it may sound angry but I was focused on making a plea for love.


Are You Taking me home?


You are so near yet so far
Touchable but distant, but love at the bar.
That place where you chose
your socialisation.
Your choice of drink is a poison.
Which you abuse & get intoxicated, lost
in confusion. Words slurred & spoken
are saturated with misconceptions & illusion
I'm not a dream nor a figment
of your imagination.
The multiplied images of me you see
with your inebriated vision
A result of twisted education,
the syllabus designed for deception.
We met at that watering hole
& we locked I's. I desired a fusion
A mix of love & spiritualism.
But sipping on my glass of destiny.
You downed shoots of matrix idealism.
On the rocks.





Poetry by Mpho Preston
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 10:50

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