Akani 'Dr Love' Mighty

REST IN PEACE ~ Akani Ndove

To a part of me that died but never buried
The trauma of life had me confined in my own space
I was even afraid to look at the mirror and see my own face
Death, death was the only thing that seemed a bit resolutive
I wasn't suicidal but getting rid of the pain was the main motive
I, I thought about it many times and the rope was the best way to go
My death was not known by anyone but me
Unless they would be hands on preparing for my burial
Even those whom didn't see the need to assist me shape my life
They will be hands on to ensure that I'm buried with dignity
Offering the money which the living me lacked even when I begged for it from
their palms
The difference is now I'm dead
But I am still among the living souls
Smiling at every face I see Laughing at every joke, funny or not
See, they say laughter is the best medicine but I don't think it can heal me
anyway
All it can do to mask off the pain so that no one will break me apart with pity
Because what another person can mostly offer is not love but pity
The sorry shame faces are like poison to my heart
I would prefer a bullet on this stupid head that flashes on things that hurts me
But I'm not licensed to hold a pistol, nor do I have access to it anyway
Poison will burn the intestines and eat up the shelter of my spirit and I will
have none of that
Maybe overdose of medication would do the work but the enmity of you oh
soul with a hospital is too hostile
So, to the soul that died some time ago May you find rest, rest in a place of
peace and tranquility
May you find rest in the Lord who is the bearer of our burdens
To a part of me that died because of loss
Died due to a heart break, failure and every other death I know trauma hasn't
been friendly
Pain has been the worst
Tears is the only language you use to communicate with your pillow
Though your death is not known, the day will come for it's revelation and it
might be too late
So, to a part of me that died some time ago
Rest in peace

Suffocating! ~ Dr Love

A breath of fresh air is a luxury in these days.
The mask that I am wearing makes it difficult to breathe,
leaving me gasping for air.
I am struggling to breathe, like something has blocked my airways.
I am gasping for air, calling for help but no voice comes out.
Maybe it is sleep paralysis, but it only happens when I am awake.
I am struggling to breath in this mask, but it is forbidden to take it off.
Not the cotton or surgical mask, but the one of big smiles, loud laughter, and all.
I am drowning in the silence, but my screams have no sound.
There are silent voices in my head are louder than my screams for help.
I am afraid that if I do indeed scream on the social streets,
My screams will fill the screens and be the funniest joke ever told.
A man doesn’t cry, they say.
I try so hard not to cry but it is eating me alive.
Sometimes I hope that someone would hear my silent screams,
Hear my cry and be my Moses to take me out of Egypt.
Held captive by the modern deadliest disease that doctors cannot cure.
Alone in my thoughts, thinking of how I can possibly escape from my mind.
Surrounded by a great multitude of crowds but still alone and lonely.
The greatest destitute is not of money, but of a confidant and support system.
I am suffocating, gasping for air… (gasping for air just to live a little longer)
Depression is the new deadliest disease that doctors cannot cure.
If you say they can, tell me why thousands die of su***de and still nothing is done.
Suffocating in the silent loud voice that surpasses my screams echoed in a loudspeaker.
Gasping so hard for air, hoping my Moses will breathe for me
to make it easier to… Breath…

Whispers
Drowning in the noise of silent whispers
I felt myself slipping away
I was losing grip on the little hope I was holding on
The lifeless co**se of my being walks in the streets
I travelled on an empty road, yet I heard whispers
I resorted to a bottle of death, just to silence these whispers
They were but whispers not from outside but from within
It was my mind that said life was worthless
It was this mind of mine that was giving in to circumstances
The whispers were too loud and persistent
With my ear buds in place to curb the noise, it was yet all the same
It was these whispers that triggered a thought of a rope and a tree
I felt so lonely, yet in the crowd without a crown on my head
I was in a silent place, yet the noise felt so strong
No amount of quietness would suppress the noise in my head
Whispers, whispers, whispers in my mind
I feared for my life as I was slowly become danger to myself
Whispers not from gossipers yet felt too loud to say I’m not proud
It was the whispers that luring me close enough to the grave
Whispers of a deceiving mind, too loud to be ignored
The bottle of death could not drug away my pain
It was because the wounds I have in my heart that my mind whispered
They we heal with time, but my pain seems to grow worse with time
It was the silent whispers of the mind
I discovered that my secret was not sacred to my confidant and my soul was left shattered
My heart broke and the pieces of it thereof were scattered
It was the silent whispers of my mind that said kill yourself
It was my mind which was whispering my way to death
Empty silent streets, loudest whispers

Good Evening,
Please forgive me for disappearing and stopping to upload on this platform, I haven't been well, and I couldn't write much. I will surely post something during the cause of the week then we will go back to our normal schedule from Monday.

Love ~ Akani 'Dr Love' Mighty & Mokgethwa

The affectionate expression, of adoration,
a passionate display of our connection and
assurance in its perfection. A distinctively sincere devotion,
a commitment in our dispersion.
It is earnest, consistent, considerate, deliberate, passionate,
Diffused with Caring, nurturing, nourishing, such a rare thing.
Assassinates hate.
A clear display of respect, loyalty and benevolence.
So warm, calm, works like a charm,
Sentimental, experimental, and
Emotionally engaging.
It is Impartial, devout Reverential,
A vehicle of joy and passion,
Driving an active reaction of attraction. Ecstasy plays in our Sky, we fly on wings high.
I get the impression that the deliberate,
Intentional intentions of the chirping birds or rather the love birds are the open flame,
The hearts are fuels and gas.
I guess that is how we describe Love.

The first draft was a bit messy, someone gave it a magical touch and I am grateful to have such people in my circle. I said to them, "This piece is too good to be mine or for me to take full credit.

°•°• Art Of The Mind Mokgethwa Mogane

LISTEN TO MY HEART ~ Dr Love

I know you think I am good with words, but words are not good with me.
Listen! Listen to the loud silent whispers shouting in my heart that my mouth cannot utter.
I always stutter whenever I attempt to articulate the words in my heart.
So, listen, listen to my heart, and hear what I cannot gather the strength to utter.
Draw close, Listen! The heart lost its usual harmonic rhythm.
Please, listen to what my heart has to say, when my mouth does not know what to say.
Every time I set my eyes on you, my heart skips a beat a bit, the speed of the beat so rapid.
Listen! Listen to my heart speak the deep secrets that only it knows.
I know you think I am bold, but there is a lot to be told.
So, behold! Truth be told, my heart carries words enough to fill the ocean.
But most often when I behold you, your beauty empties out my vocabulary.
Words fades, I feel ashamed that I cannot tell what my heart say.
Listen! Listen to my heart as it beats for you.
Lay your head on chest first and listen to the drumbeat and the vibration of its whispers.
Listen to the gestures I make that has no words but in them can be found sounds of love.
In my heart there is a melody that sings of my love for you.
I want to take you on a date, I hope it is not late for me to open the gate of my lips and
articulate what my mouth should have said.
So, listen, to the deep things my heart has to say yet my mouth cannot project.
Maybe it is fear that you will reject my love that makes me deject my feelings,
Listen to my heart, it carries the deepest secrets of my love.
So, listen.

Who is ready for poetry Monday?

If a prophecy does not bring about change in a
person’s life, I do not regard it as a prophecy from God. False prophets mostly deceive even the elects because they are still tossed back and forth by every wind of doctrine (See Eph. 4 v 14). Finally, brethren, it is all upon your spirit to descend the spirit and decide which prophecy to receive and which to reject.

Chapter 4: False Prophets and antichrist

!Days are Evil

"Draw close, listen! The heart lost it's usual harmonic rhythm."

Dr Love
Poetry


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