My slave

My rejected moves
Are my walking art
Even if I am called arrogant
I portray my unique style
You can talk the way you want
Making nuances behind my artistic body
I am glad because you keep my name in fame
I am your main theme
Your piece of drama
And your hated role model
I like doing that to you
Because I effectively haunt your mind
You being scammed by me
Such naivety can you possess
Simply…you are my prisoner
You are in my stupid cage
Can not you brake through?
I fooled you because I am not so…
My slave

The Family concept

Just because you have reproductive organs
Just because you can lay a female
It does not mean you can build a family
Even if you are a male
Even if you have parented
It does not make your family proud of you
Though you sleep at home every night
Though you kiss your son good-night
It does not mean you portray a best father
You can wake-up in the morning
You can be early for work everyday
It does not mean you have the capacity to serve your family
If you portray the mentioned misconception of family
If you idealised the mistaken thoughts
Then you failed to be a father and a husband at the same time

a darling to be kissed, kicked and not to be missed

the only time when woman listen, is when money talks.
fortunately i was charmed by her walks,
she moves as if the world is lacking even the small rocks.
but to me she listened to my stupid jokes…

she's neat from head to toe.!
those who know her says, she's a taxi to soweto.,
she'll take you there…
the last driver was roberto.,
but ofcourse we share…

ask to be there at 5 o'clock all of a sudden
saw the fitness of the creature,praise to cosman
she gave me a riddle told me to solve it, if i can
and she gave me a ride as she does to each and every other fan
aint nothing good,like bottom and bossom of a woman!!! whose african!!
that time i thought i was a deceased.
damn girl!!!
"YOU ARE A DARLING TO BE KISSED"

repitition makes it more good.
wake up the next morning to see miss holywood
but no suprises the wonders of the hood
i looked at the situation,and it obviuosly changed my mood
the taxi has another driver.!!!
shit!! girl,
"YOU ARE A DARLING TO BE KICKED"

WHEN you not in the taxi you can see the registration numbers clearly, and it says
"RIDE NICE… BUT YOU'LL NEVER RIDE TWICE…"
thats the game don't be lame or pissed..
girl' YOU A DARLING NOT TO BE MISSED"

the name of the taxi should be……

" A DARLING TO BE KISSED , KICKED AND NOT TO BE MISSED…"

Laugh it off

laugh it off…
1st ur top… My bra.
then ur bottom.

then ur smile runs for a while,
as we COME… around the corner of the last mile.
I mean hey… wat's a little nudity amongst friends?
I see u and u see me… all of me.
There's really nothing to hide…
coz I've already seen u… RUN… out of pride…

Imagine

Imagine a place where people thought out loud,
about love, the doubts of life or killing a wife.
Imagine if thoughts on the same wave-length collided…
and… your thought and her thought met and conversated about each other.

Imagine her thoughts undressing to show you what's on her mind.
Imagine… if u could look in2 his eyes and realise the truth that lies behind
the façade of manhood,
the truth blanketed in uncertainty,
finding serenity in the fear of approaching… YOU.

Imagine a place where the poet could hear the screams echoing from your pained, frail soul,
where winks were silent "hello's"
and mental kisses were never goodbyes.
Would u stand in the midst of all these thoughts and dare to say… I… love… you?
Now find that place.
Where ur minds can brush against each other,
even if it's as strangers in a bus,
but as your minds touch,
with all that's within you…
whisper,"if ur mind can hear me, tell it to let me in,
for my thoughts are cold outside without you."
Now… take my hand and… jus imagine…

Story of my life

My rhymes are dope,
my crimes are rope hanging.
I bought a car, now I'm broke
as I try to impress this group
of chicks from Mount Coke.
I'm in depth of perfect lines
My pick up lines are ancient
My soul's wounded
My mind ignores my heart
I have no strength to draw courage from
I am down and out!
I write perfect poetry only in my dreams
and that is the story of my life.

Tears, Rainy Tears

Blinded by my own silky thoughts,
My eyes cannot bear and tolerate but release
Tears like sudden midnight showers
Preceding a scorching day spent in hell,
A living hell so hot that my rusty chains
Melted away like blood from a wound.

Survival comes to the mind like an unwanted visitor;
Hell has been my home for too long,
Dungeon my bedroom for an adequate period
Far too long that on my departure
I felt like I was throwing my frail life away.

Tears like the showers of early Autumn
Assuring me that I still have my chains
And segregation still define my freedom;
Segregated from the lively literal world
Imprisoned in my own blinding silky thoughts ,
Hell created a teary lake within me
And blinded me from my own liberty-
It is now that I weep.

Come Into My world Of Self Injury

Not many people, can understand how taking a sharp object and cutting yourself can make you feel better. Truth is that sometimes, you can not relieve yourself in the usual way,
like crying or shouting which most people do.
So cutting yourself helps relieve all the tension built up inside.
Your physical pain relieves your emotional pain,
because when you see the blood and experience the pain, it calms you down and helps you relax.
It also makes you feel alive, free, SAFE and grounded.
For as the blood starts oozing out, you get a huge rush.
Which gives you a rapid yet temporary relief,
and it is very comforting,
because at that moment, you feel as though you are in complete control of your situation.

*tOrMeNtInG*

*tattered and torn am i in this god forsaken empty hollowed out pit, my fears overdrive me, when my escape shuts behind your unseen diluted eyes.
*dark is the night into which i feast upon, only to beckon a new unfulfilled day in which my twisted life seems to fall in all eyes above and beyond me…
*alas i am drawn to the sharp and fertile face, the now and corrupted mind in me, take me oh evil one, take me to my doom and make me the fuck-up that i am…
*i am the worthless pathetic fool beneath you, the way your eyes pierce between my two bounding knuckles, i am selfless.
*rip my heart out my flesh, burn it, torment me, for it is truly unworthy of your advisory.
*take me away from you, make me unseen to all and to all who wishes, male them beg for i am none.
*none of which i make sense of, my life, so vague and pointless that i have come to you for salvation and yet there you stand and tear me apart like thousands of times before…*

Claiming My Life Back

Give me back my life for it is my life
How dare you disown me what is rightfully mine
How dare you invade my territory and take ownership
Look how comfy you are in my space
Look how big you are in my boots

And look how petite you turned me out to be
By robbing me of my life
You robbed me my life and my soul
My identity and my sense of being
You robbed me my confidence
Give me my life back for it belongs to me

Give me back my life for it is not yours
Allow me to put myself together again
Allow me to stitch together the pieces of my being
The same pieces that you tore from me
Let me clean the mess you caused
In the process of reconstituting myself

I need to be one piece again so I can be alive again
I need to be whole again so I can have life again
Open your doors of greediness so I can claim back my pieces
Open your doors of selfishness so I can have my life back
I hope to find myself in these pieces you stole from me
I hope to define my image in them
Give me back my life for it is my life
Give me back my life for it is not yours.