Maybe...justified. Copyrights (c) (2011). CLK PHAKEDI. All rights reserved.

Maybe Im leaving just so that I can say you did not leave me...heart broken, eye swollen, tear dropping, breath fading, in a coffin looking up at those I love more than I should have loved you.
Maybe Im leaving because I over-slept on some train of fairy tale dream I had control over for a while...your actions, temper, attitude, steps you took and claims of love you made.
Maybe Im leaving because déjà vu appeared too many times in the table of contents, biographical texts wiped, I forgot me coming before you...it's a plane alphabet.
Maybe Im leaving because I don't want to be a reference or statistic...pages of research, facts, theories and novels.
Maybe Im leaving because I am not into the truth and reconciliation, repeating events going over it all..."yes, no, perhaps it was me but I'm not sure".
Maybe Im leaving because I know a smile is what I should have everyday, its not for sale but as valuable as I am.
Maybe Im leaving because gravity was pulling me down, Im all about staying down to earth but I know my level of weight...negative thoughts, words and talks are not part of that weight.
Maybe Im leaving because you lost your ticket to my heart and I just grew tired of renewing it, the expense of replacing my pillow case every morning become too much.
Maybe Im leaving because I need to let go of the past, for it does not belong were Im heading.
Maybe Im leaving because my face is precious, my dignity is great and I deserve what and all God has instore for me.
Maybe and just maybe Im leaving because it would be the best decision after loving myself enough to leave.
#and now Im walking out the door

Love's Devine

He kissed me goodbye,
my life along.
Holding my dripping heart in his hands
Dripping red from the blood of my heart,
Give up he said,
Love is not worth it,
you are better off without it
With tears in my eyes,
I grabbed it back,
bruised and batterd
It lay in my hands
For i would rather feel hurt,
than feel nothing at all,
only to the pleasure that is life

The Trees

In the school i was,
There lived two trees
Lovers of their lives,
and each other
They caressed their leaves,
in the courtship dance of the wind.
Leaning to each, and yet,
too shy to talk
the language of love
Pulled together by attraction,
too strong to resist.
The wind , conspirator to their love.
Pushing for their branches to touch,
First tentatively, then boldly
as lovers meeting by night,
making promises never to part

A Room Full Of Spanish Man

There they stood in the most appealing essence
Lik mere cats basking in the sun, they conveyed presence of regal poise.
They wore suits of all kinds; alluding to their gallant nature and sense of style.
The smell of their opulent cigars left me enticed to their saccharine Spanish tongues.
I could smell the scent of their expensive cologne as they gait across the room with the posture of a tango dancer.
I took an attentive look at a few but only one turned my heart into a pulp and my mind barren.
Gestures offered by his aura facincted me.
His opulent and prominent affiliation magnified the valiant image he portrays.
Our eyes locked then he came towards me with that swayed walk.
I gazed away not to reveal how his presence enthused me.
"Armando Duran, ¿puede me da siéntese"
I looked at him with utter confusion.
He pointed at the chair next to me and then I understood what he meant, so I replied; "Yes, Yes..."
My heart exceeded its normal speed; this was fatal attraction.
I could make conversation but where would I start, I knew not a word of Spanish.
He held out his hand for mine, "¿cómo te llamas...Your name...?"
"Oh! Ha-ha! (smile) Linda...Linda Phakedi."
Attemptin to pronounce my surname, I politely averted the conversation.
"Spain...? Are you from Spain?"
"No...No er; Argentina.
"We continued onto a troutous but interesting dialogue until it was almost break of dawn.
He even taught me how to do the Flamingo Tango;
I always had a certain thrill for ballroom.
Never had I imagined I'd one day be lead across a dance floor by a Spanish man.
En Un sitio para lleno o de español mano.
(A room full of Spanish men).

Copyrights(c). (2009)CLK PHAKEDI. All Rights Reserved.

All Because Of Love

At first acquaintance
Our eyes and minds absorbed only what was attractive at the time
All that was around us became minute
All I found attractive about you gave me chills I can not describe
You where not a sight for sore eyes, but my heart skipped a beat for you anyway
MY FIRST LOVE AT SIGHT YOU WERE
You became an assignment, this fish I'd hook and pull no matter the storm
If I was asked, yes! I'd answer...He is mine
All of me grabbed onto your every word
I was taken to a land not so far away but definately unknown
You raided my day dreams, broke the wall to my sweet dreams and by morning my heart was no were to be found
My rod began to wiggle and I got up to take my catch, no questions asked
I thought I had it!
Assignment complete and passed with flying colours,
Funny how WE just flew like those colours
Suddenly too busy to even look at me like you used to
Something had changed, my fish I had spiced and tendered with love gave me a tummy ache
It was not my hook I spotted in your mouth
Someone stole what I thought was mine
You let her put her hand through the very wall you broke, you exposed my heart to a reptile
You kissed me with lies and thought I'd turn blind
I was poisoned with hate for your kind
Those many fish in the sea now all had a similar taste,
I would never touch another if it was the last thing I did
I hated the faint sight and smell of fish
I never wanted to see you again
Soon I ate my words letter for letter
Fell in love again!
Now astrology was my thing
I spotted myself a handsome star and when it falls
I will be there for the catch.
ALL BECAUSE OF LOVE.


Copyrights(c).(2009). CLK PHAKEDI. All Rights Reserved.

LOVE, REAL-LIKE

This ain't no Mills and Boon,
a fictitious little story in a book,
'Cause life
Is no fairytale
Full of sunshine
and flowers,
and happily-ever-afters

I am no pure princess
And your armour, my Knight,
Does not always shine
Your kisses,
Are not forever sweet
And often, I step out of line

Your manner, my Prince,
Is not all times charming
And I,
Am no beauty when sleeping

Sometimes we are sweet
Sometimes we are sour
Sometimes you push me over the edge

I cannot profess
To know anything about love
But this I know is true -
That gap between your teeth is art,
Your deep belly laugh is the sound of music,
And for my soul, your goodness is nourishment.

I know little about soul mates
But I do know, that you are my best mate
That, like the last piece
Of a jigsaw puzzle,
You complete me

This ain't no Hollywood
'Cause life isn't always like in the movies
This is a real life love story

- For Charles

©, N.L., 2009

The Proposal

Do you remember?
That night we first kissed
Soothing our aching lips,
With a love so undeniable
And for a while,
Time stood still, witnessing
The eternity of our love

Do you remember?
That night my dear,
When our hearts thawed
With a love, that burns,
Like a fire in moonlight
And the envy of the cold night
Couldn’t conquer,
Our tender warm embrace

Do you remember?
How like a child,
You lay on my chest
My loving hands held you
Keeping you ever close,
Till the early golden sunrays,
Walked on your gorgeous face,
And I woke in disbelief,
Of having spent a night
With an angel by my side.

If you do remember,
How beautiful a love
We shared,
Then my priceless princess,
Take this ring,
Do me the honor,
Of being my wife

Please.

© I K Nakueira

Love, Lies and Rhyme

She had a face, meant to smile,
Her curves, draped in clothes of style.
He won her with his natural vibe,
But she wasn’t really into the poetic type.
He should have waited awhile,
But he fell like a hunted whale;
With a big heart and a big splash,
Shamelessly, spending his hard-earned cash
He ran broke,
Trying to make it work.
Trapped in the pursuit of a never-ending love,
Love that in the end,
Had to come to a poetic end.

He caught her lying, about her age,
Yet this did not ignite his rage.
He caught her lying about where she’d been,
But chose to ignore what he hadn’t seen.
Then, he caught her lying, under another man!
Another man!
Her legs parted by another dick, with a dick.
He snapped like a bloodthirsty tick,
His mind clogged with the smoke of fury,
He could barely hear her say sorry…

"You broke my heart! I break your heart!
I caught you lying! I’ll catch you dying!
This is my story. it has to rhyme
It has to rhyme"
He reached the drawer in no time
Let rage write her last verse
Click!....through her chest… click!
He relocated her to the past tense...
His mind no longer thick,
He caught her lying, in a pool of her blood
Knelt and held her as he would
Crying, sobbing, weeping in shame,
"It had to rhyme, …it had to rhyme…"

© I K Nakueira

The Photograph

Looking at this photograph,
That we took in happier times,
I see our blissful faces,
With smiles dancing in our eyes.
My jealous arms holding you close
Like they would never let go.

A sadness surges through,
My wounded heart,
As I remember the promises
We made to each other,
And how it hurt so much
To break them.

Suddenly,

A tear of joy glides
Folding my long face,
Into one humble smile.
Bright tender memories
Of the precious times we shared,
Find a way into my gloomy thoughts,
And I am only left with one conviction,…

Looking at this photograph,
I know,
Though time has thrown us apart
And different dreams have taken us
To different places,
There will always be a part of me
Ready to forgive…
….and Love you
Forever…

© I K Nakueira

Before I Even Knew

Before i even knew,
My heart charmingly grew.
I blinked your way
As you slunk away.
Like an irresistible temptress,
You robbed my heart from its hidden fortress.

Before I even Knew
My life flared anew.
I could not resist love anymore,
My gullible passions floated back ashore
And in our ears we were hissing,
Then we were kissing,
We made love and it grew a new definition,
Our own, filled with tense unseen emotion.

Before I even Knew
My lips were wet with morning dew!
The lonely soldier in real life I woke,
And now I know, love is a never-ending joke.

© I K Nakueira

Valiant Affection

For many shy-full days,
I have stolen eyefuls
Of your curvaceous body,
You still fail to notice me,
Despite tireless efforts in all ways.

I have at many times,
Desired to be an inch away from you
And pour my heart into yours
But my knees give way at my first step…
…Towards your angelic beauty

As I stand with you on this sunset,
Please, do not be upset,
My bravery to be this near,
Is not an absence of fear
But only a persistent desire,
To be next to an irresistible fire.

And if, as I most surely expect,
You do find me not appealing,
Do not bark shameful insults
Be kind, give back a smile,
A token for my fruitless courage,

So that the shy peeping eye
May not,… may not see,
My heartbreaking humiliation.

© I K Nakueira