Love -- My World View

by
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya 
27 April 2016
(NUST, Byo, Zimbabwe)

I do not know what it is that you call love.
To myself,
it is when one not only beholds,
 tender, soft and true feelings toward another,
but goes on to gently execute then in this life.
One who is loved feels for themselves,
a presence of Godliness in their life.
They feel, secure, pristine, appreciated and valuable.
They feel complete in the manner God initially planned.
They not only see the future as they have envisaged in their dreams,
but go on to live that dream in this life. 

 The Cemetery of My Heart
by
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya
30 April 2008
(Potchefstroom, South Africa)
 

Whenever I am sad I visit to the cemetery of my heart,
I am sad because I have been betrayed, I have been fooled.
I am sad because I just can't believe such things are truly possible.
This very special place and my gift to God -- the cemetery of my heart,
The final resting place of all my negative and retributive emotions,
The final place of rest of even those that I have loved so dear.
In the midst of the deafening silence of this secrete place,  
I hear the hauling sounds of the wolfs and they haul at the moon,  
I feel the cold cold winds swirl as they vortex past,
I feel the sorrows of my past and seek solace in the midst,
I have come today to lay to the rest,
The  hurtful feelings from the one that I have loved so dear,
Rest in eternal peace I really loved you and and will always,
 But ... I have to take this cup of suffering and accept that,
Our love is something that was never meant to go beyond this point,
I have to accept this and move on carrying with me from here-on,
The joy and laughter that we shared and I will miss you so dearly,
Rest in peace eternal peace,
If there is a way,
May the Good Lord take take this cup of suffering away.
Oh! the cemetery of my heart, my gift to Good Lord,
I have  and will forever hold back the Devil in me,
I will hand him to God for He alone knows how to deal with Lucifer,
With my puny mind I confess to having no know-how,
As to how to deal with Lucifer.
If I try all I know is he will annihilate me with.

You Are So Beautiful

By,
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya
31 October 2006.

If I have to speak my heart out, 
your lips speak of things,
My ears reaching deep to my heart have never heard,
But have forever longed to hear.
A sweet, soft, tender and natural music so true.
Melodies like a Sunday morning bird in the the summer,
Is what your lips send through the spaces of space to my ear.
Your eyes glow divinely penetrating deeply into my soul,
I am driven into nervousness for that before me is holy.
Your serene smile brings a big smile to my longing heart,
Your all gorgeous hair sweeps a glory-some wind,
Causing my heart glow like never before.
Your eyes are so gleaming and your lips so moist,
I am  driven to the most surreal in divine wonderment.
If truth be told as it ought to be told because it's true,
There's not a prettier melody in all of creation I've experienced,
Than the pitch and frequency of your omnipresent, benevolent  and omniscient voice.
My feel soars beautifully like a dove in the reddish-yellowish horizon.
Not the rarest diamond of the Universe and all its riches,
Could express my feel but only the dancing of the stars can.
You are so beautiful and I thank God for that.

A LOVE SO TRUE:
by
G. G. Nyambuya
25 Nov. 2015.

(1507 Nketa 8, Bulawayo, Zimbabwe) 

I believe in a reassuring love that never dies;

A confident love that grows stronger with every strong wind of life;

A true love that steadily glows through the violent storms of the living.

A beautiful love that proffers through that rigid concrete walls of life.

A pristine love so sweat yet true.

A serene love so gentle, tender and cartilage soft.

A sure love that is heaven sent on the silver wings of God's Angels.

The eternal love of the first kind.

I am Human after all!
by
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya
20 Feb. 2014@NUST, Byo, Zim.

I have my moments of rage,
I may appear as the son of perdition sometimes,
I am really really sorry to torment your soul that way.
No, this is because within the constitution of my being,
There lies deeply rooted a feeling of heavenly beauty and perfection.
It is this that I pine for, that the world maybe as I feel and see it inside.
When I revolt -- something I will do now in and then, time after time;
I am only dismayed by what I see outside.
I can not come to terms with the outside,
I feel besieged by all this reality outside.
May I be forgiven for I am only human after all.
Ah! did you not hear that,
even the Son of Man turned the tables at the temple?
Don't you think He too was dismayed at the contrast.
The contrast of the inner beauty and perfections
and the outer ugly and inequities in the midst?

Make Me a Man that I Am!
By
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya.

On this day Monday the 13th of January 2014@NUST

Let me not be the one to pay your bills.
Please, please, let me not be the one to get your hair done.
I beg you please,  

let me not be the one to give you money whenever you need it.
If at all,  let me not be the one to take care of you.
Can I be the one to pray with and for you.
Can I be the one to encourage you always.
Can I be the one to stimulate your beautiful mind.
The one to nourish your gentle soul, to put the icing thereof.
The one to help you always to put things into perspective.
To support and uplift you to achieve your dearest of goals and dreams in life.
To get you back on track whenever you're I steered off course.
Can I be your man, not boyfriend and you my woman and not girlfriend?
Can I be your hero and you the queen of my heart and ledger of my soul?

Mechanical and Romantic Love

by,
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya
21 September 2011
Bulawayo, Zimbabwe.

Mechanical love, that is;
A love of the mortal kind or man-made love,
Is a love that is propelled by the mortal forces of men, and;
True romantic love, that is: 
Love of the immortal kind, divine or Heavenly love,
 Is a love that is carried on the soft and glittering silver wings of God's Angels.
I hold true to the true romantic ideals of love.
Romantic love is an ideal which I have lived for and shall live for,
It is an ideal which I shall achieve in this life.
If needs be,
It is an ideal which I shall die by.