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he is the sick bastard who dwells in the minds of the wicked…
  he is the same bastard who perveted Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden
with his sick ,twisted,mickey mouse tricks that always cling 2 the conscious of man,what the hell,
causing grief and hell…and from the garden they fell…

AFRICA,WHAT WENT WRONG?

AFRICA, WHAT WENT WRONG?

I wondered through the marvelous mother land,
Through the enchanted mountains and forest,
And seeing nothing but the beauty of nature,
And then I went to the corners of the continent,
And all found was a brother beating up a brother,
Created by the same god.

And I asked my self
AFRICA, what went wrong?

I might have a skin different to yours,
I might speak languages different to yours,
I might be originally from a place far, far away form yours
But we are African and,
Peace is our surname,

What happened to the African humanity, the ubuntu?
What happened to “u muntu ngu muntu nga bantu”?
I use to know that “munhu i munhu hi vanhu”,
But now its survival of the fittest

AFRICANS,
AN AFRICAN IS AN AFRICAN THROUGH OTHER AFRICANS,
And together we stand as AFRICANS,
But apart we fall as individuals.

Africa, what went wrong?
  
Africa. Our mother land.

     By: bigTHEMBA
                 ABRAHAM
                                                                                                COCKROACH9

                     MATHEBULA

A Beautiful Soul in Peril

How is it that you seem to believe that you are blissfully safe in the hands of peril,
When you and I know that you accepted a partnership and the aim of the business was to sell your soul to the devil. . .

Hiding behind the shades to escape all the shame of what people are bound to see and saving yourself another reason to cover up the truth,
Your love for him has turned to fear and your pent-up scars will stand trial as the prosecuting proof. . .

You always told me that love would set you free, now your liberated expressions remain unexpressed throughout the rest of your living days,
Avoiding and by all means, you trying your best to not aggravate his swollen pride by putting food on the table and keeping legs open wide and staying away from friends out of fear that you are bound to confide and reveal the concealed and he would realise. . . that his control over you is beginning to fade away!

No one knows the universal power of the spoken word than you coz it was his spoken words that broke you down and made you shy-away,
Yet again, it was his very words; his convincing and sadistic words that made you stay. . .

Despite the fact that happiness was just a smile away,
Your spiritual pleas for soul-liberation made the heavenly angels shed a tear every time you prayed. . .

You’re an Ebony Queen looking for Soul-liberation,
With a Melody-dream searchin’ for Soul-meditation. . .
You’re in elevation, but you’re A Beautiful Soul in Peril,
How could you find happiness selling your soul to the devil?. . .

If Poetry Were A Woman…

I don’t plan 2 be the best poet but I elevate poetry,
Coz poetry is like my first love, it’s the only thing that really knows me,

IF Only Poetry were a Living, Breathing Woman, If Only…

If I were standin’ wit’ all my boys, she’d probably notice dat I’m still lonely,
She probably wouldn’t be afraid to walk up 2 my crew and approach me,
Hold my hand and pull me 2 the side gently and simply hug me,
Squeeze me so tight that her waistline and her breasts are against me,
And I’d feel nothing sexual, only her love for me,
Every word she speaks is poetic, making me lose all control of my body,
With a body moving poetically, miss poetry would really have a hold on me,
She tells me she wants to befriend me and eventually love me,
She wants 2 know all my bad experiences in life so she can speak them for me,
She wants 2 ease my pain, ease my sorrow, take me, own me and save me,
Protect me from everything in life that constantly tries 2 hurt me,
I should stop holding my head up coz she’ll hold her head up for me,

If Only Poetry were a Living, Breathing Woman, If Only…

If poetry were a woman, I’d go down on one knee,
Slip a diamond ring on her 9th finger and ask her 2 marry me,
Exchange our vows, grow old 2gether and keep each other happy,
I’d lose my life 2 save her and I’d do it gladly,
She’d take over my every feeling of intimacy just by walking past me,
I want to sit with you and just talk so you can really get 2 know me,
I have fallen in luv with you Miss Poetry; I hope you feel the same way 4 me,
If you do, please hold me and never let go of me,
Promise me you’ll always be with me and grow old with me…
I crave your love Miss Poetry and this feeling extends throughout eternity…

If only Poetry were a Living, Breathing Woman, IF Only…

I Am…

I am the open arms ready and waiting 2 hug you,
I am that imperfect person with that perfect love anticipating to love you. . .

I am that romantic fireplace when it’s cold and rainy outside,
I am Physical Poetry open wide, waiting for you to enter and recite. . .

I am the undivided attention when you need someone to talk to,
I am a substitute of the pillow you squeeze when you need something to hold onto. . .

I am the one who’ll turn around and come straight back when you beg me to stay,
I am your headache pill when you’ve had too much of a stressful day. . .

I am the one to pray with when you’re crying too much 2 say anymore,
I am the one to remind you God knows what you feel and what you’re trying to say and loves you so. . .

I am that bright cloud you look up to when you feel all hope is gone,
I am that little voice in you that tells you to never give up when all is going wrong. . .

I am that kiss pressing against your lips when actions express what words can’t,
I am the butterfly that pollinates the flower hidden deep within your heart. . .

I am that reminder that reminds you it’s okay 2 bring out that inner-child,
I am and will always be that thought that makes your heart smile. . .
I am the open arms ready and waiting to hug you,

I am that imperfect person with that perfect love anticipating to love you. . .

Counting My Losses

I’m counting my losses,
Losses so great, I lost count.
Coz I’m losing my fight against life, & I’m going down for the count,
I’m the receiver of hard blows to the chest, breaking the very core elements of my heart hence it will fail to pound. . .
So quick to escape reality, now my soul’s entrapped now I can’t get out. . .

The voices of my soul scream from within, asking, pleading, begging me that I please don’t give in. . .
My shameful past & present regrets of “If only I could. . .” have me pinned. . .
The devil’s horns have locked around my mind making the Soul Truth hard to think. . .
And my spirit is in heavy shackles and I literally feel it sink. . .

I’m counting my losses,
Losses so great, I lost count.
Coz I’m losing my fight against life & I’m going down for the count. . .
Life’s referees begin to declare who the winner is & I’m not it coz I’m knocked out. . .
Everybody sees the true beauty of my spirit shining bright but I don’t coz my lights are out. . .

The voices from within suddenly turn silent coz they realize time is almost up. . .
They asked, pleaded & begged that I don’t give up. . .
I’m now proving to be a weak contender against life as life is claiming MY well-earned cup. . .
It’s cups up for my enemies coz I can’t find the strength to break the straits coz what went before is now creeping up. . .

I’ve become a helpless victim of my own circumstantial consequences,
I am now my own worst enemy yet I still hold my defences. . .
I fought so hard for what I believe in not realising those beliefs were false-pretences  
And I remain standing with the heart of a soldier but who am I fighting for coz my soul still stands helpless. . .

I’m so caught-up in this World’s System of Deceit, I fail to realise that my losses are outnumbered by my winnings. . .
Yes, I bear unbearable pain but its no reason to stop living. . .
I am the bearer of my true destiny if only I am willing. . .

If only I stand firm and don’t give up or give in. . .

A Dream…

I dreamt about my state of being..
a dream so spiritually fulfilling it portrayed what I wanted to be fourth-coming in my life,
yet my current reality is a blurry vision, I fail to see what I have become,
maybe I have failed to see the sunshine that shun through the laces behind the curtain that shadowed my life.
The dream was twisted but the bright vision left my hopes of liberty lifted,
liberty so uplifting I had to wake up and script it,
But I woke up to a nightmare whereas there was no light illuminating the room,
darkness left me afraid of what my life is turning into,
too afraid to admit to myself that  I had a dream of fulfilling my soul-purpose of greatness and my fears killed it.
Too afraid to stare into the face of failure,
Too afraid to admit that I am not a victim of circumstance but suspect of consequence, Too afraid to face the blunt truth that indiscretion, wrongdoing, transgression has destroyed a young seed that was once so pure,
That dream was too simple to be intelligible,
I could have woken up to a miraculous dream turned credible.
I cannot run from my past forever for the wheel of my morality has completed its revolution, it’s now inevitable,
So I write this poem to document the happenings of the soul-entity I once was…
A hero?
A great man?
An idol?
Doubts riddle my mind for I am not great, I am no-one’s hero, and I am not an idol-poet!
A pain-stricken child who lived a life of fear of the great truths that dwelt within him,
Take away my sunshine, I will cry
Leave me with dark clouds promising floods of pain and suffering, I will die
Take away this dream of mine, a dream I based my whole life on, I will have nothing to live for…
A life of no dreams is a life with no cause…
I need to go back to my eternal slumber to remember this vivid dream clearly and bring life in this world to a permanent pause…
Because living my life to keep others happy when I’m in their presence was not part of the clause!
Born in the morning thus Living in a Dream and Dying in the dusk of a Nightmare,
I woke up from this dream to a damp pillow for I cried in my sleep,
It hurt me because I woke up to a realization that my dream will forever remain exactly that… A Dream
And perhaps that bright beaming light I witnessed was a portal to freedom and I failed to escape, is that why I feel trapped in my dream…
It’s a Beautiful Dream to Live but A Terrible Nightmare I am Living…
Please wake me up,
Please wake me up,
Please Wake Me Up…

A man will never know a woman’s heart!

It would be my privilege to comfort you simply because you’re the most impressive thing that had ever happened in my life. Knowing you are one of the things I admire the most. It might sound like fairytales but it isn’t!

I discovered out that a woman’s heart is like a deep ocean in secrets and will never be judged from prospective things they do to comfort us.  One-man said “take time to know her” but how can you predict number of lifers there, how do they survive?

This simply tells us that, no matter how much you try to understand their needs and how to bind them within your life. The frequently said words are that “we can’t live with and without them”. Was they said to make us accept the dramatic life we’re living within. Is it all about the unexpected or the truth which we snick through to happiness while the whole path is like a dumping place?

“Gloria the love of my life, the reason why I’m still keeping my nasty job, I wouldn’t have a good reason not to let go of good memories we’ve had, just to keep my breath away from dumping place to avoid you to bring tribulations in my life. It could have been wonderful to reach the end of our lives together because if your love was all that I had in this life that would’ve been enough until the end of time” said Paul.
I’m so disappointed in you. Why it had to be you after all this years we’ve had or we were met to end just like titanic, if that’s it thanks for playing Rose’s part anyway wish you all the best in life.

A man was killed by drowning into the ocean trying to save the one he loved the most, how a woman shows that the one she loved had died within her heart and who will ever find out and how?

It might be them!!!!

love is everything

love is everything

without love we have nothing in peace,
love binds us through the essence of life's crease,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!

without love I'm exholted in pain, the endlessness of forever,
love redeems us to light, that vision of truth within forever,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!

without love, fear takes control of me and I cant see,
I have searched every where, the tears of labour distracted me,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!

without love I am sentenced to my own, idiopathy,
this is why love, the cul-de-sac, encombered me,
and what ever we do, everything, love is everything!

love!

La Lyrical Art

La Lyrical Art

In my field you kneeled as I yield
To this motions of a lyrical ocean my potion
Derives all lives of art to survive
This battle I settle to receive my medal

Pay no attention say no as my volcano
Erupts it corrupts as my cups
Runneth over this louver you cannot cover
Its flames aims at your claims

“I’m the one” was your rhyme but time
Will evict your conceit as I convict
your lyrical art as a miracle to the Oracle
to fix all our trix in the Matrix

  as nature takes its cause you’ll pressure me to lecture
a college to teach knowledge without a cartridge
in my computer as I tutor in future
I’m the only one the Son will use I don’t need technology to run

Try trace this phrase but embrace
Its fine craft I’m inline for Einstein’s
Position my decision is not in a religion
I did not decide this ride so I’m not in pride

As my heart sounds to pronounce
Words thou never heard you think it be a birds
Whistle a whisper in your ear like a twister
Of wind blows against rows of trees so my lyrics flows

Why try rage against my age I just turned the page
This is just part one & you already on the run like a nun
The Priest cant save you at least you can feast
In your dreams unless you team up with Elohim
His table is open to those who are willing and able