Quando dizer se for dito!
Quando dizer se for dito!
A verdade nunca é dita verdadeiramente mas, em bocados soluços que se transformam em mentiras!
Adivinhas, sentimentos ocultos misturados com prazer entregues a infelicidade do tempo e do momento.
Um sentimento colocado em marcha ré…(se for para a frente sempre, irá para trás)…quem o traz seria, ou menos será um ser feito de lágrimas de desavanco. A famosa viagem ao passado, por onde tudo começou é como dito, talvez deverá se considerar como realidade, mais uma das várias duas e três que nunca cessaram totalmente a sua existência.
Despertam muitos quando o sino toca, os poucos se recusam a concordar com a realidade teste afixada diante de sí mesmo!
O tempo insiste para que a realidade de muitos se reflicta mas, quem, o que sera que tornará as rodas estreitas, o que fará a vida como parceira do tempo para separar o silêncio da inequidade do tempo que fora por outra congelada pela falta de consideração, tanta acção para nada, só para ganhar razão, então?
Por Elkan Paruque
Words
Analyse lines.
I long to speak in pen.
White pages, thoughts, crowding mind.
I scribble a fewer.
Pen slides because ink is wet as dew, black or blue.
Screw those who say i don't have a talent.
These lines come alive when spoken.
Build your courage and speak bold minds because poets are gods in their minds.
Unstopable thoughts, images, expreinces in life.
I envy those who write friction, instead of the truth the world deserves.
All i speak is the truth.
My diary is my confession booth.
Dear Johnie
Dear Johnie
How far can i run
Beyond time,beyond existence
How hard can i scream
Beyond sound,beyond shattered glass
How long should i hope
For happiness, love and life
How often should i dream
Of my own sense of fairytale
La Mandoza Celebration
For our Artist Mandoza, Eaton Inc baby
La Mandoza Celebration
Sssshhhhh as I silence all applause
Let my tribute be as legendary
As the undisputed hit maker
Born from the ghetto but his
Voice would echo louder in the
Suburbs broke barriers between
Race as in the proverbs
10th chapter of his life many still
Try capture his style a celebration
Is he to us as a treat an inspiration
Is he to them in the street
The more his aim doubled the more
His fame got him into trouble I guess
In most success stories behind it had
A no access glory pass
A nation shuns away what it first
Embraced as a genies as the media
Feeds a no lenience picture
He made a way for some Artistic
Figures and prepared the path
For more to join the spotlight
A few imitators many wannabees
But only 1 MDZ
Adapts to any type of genre his
Colabs is what sparks and ignites
The others fire to flames
Flawless for his awardships
Historical affirmation RSA is just
His beginning all roots trace
Back from when he took kwaito
Crowned as a superstar outshined
The lifespan of the 2year artist plan
Media man you pay your respects
Then denounce and exaggerates
With all your interviews we enter
To view your vendetta against
Ones bread & butter our artists
live by the media and die by the media
exposure clearly allowed us to celebrate
Mandoza 10 chapters marks a victorious
Reign much props for raising the
Standards and for the cross over
Over to making that little township
Kid believe he can make it to be the
Next you unconsciously created some
Protégé which you never hear off
Your passion and drive dominates the
Stage your focus and prestige in
Music portrays a story of a man
Called Mandoza
Search
We're all on some sort of search
For wisdom,direction,meaning and purpose
Some wish upon a soulmate
Like a married couple for a child
Some just need that kick start in their career
And others are not sure of what their meaning in life should be
Some are always on the run
The only problem with that is,u'll always run into yourself
Some just want a mother and a father
Some hate themselves while others love themselves
Some die of hunger, while others are multi-millionaires
Some pretend to care, and other just don't care at all
So we are all actors on the set of life
Pretending to be fine,when we not
Smiling when every inch of our being wants to burst into tears
So many why's? so little understanding
Of purpose of meaning
Im still searching too…for strength, understanding and guidance
Fairytale
This aint a letter,neither lyrics to a song
Aimed at no one specific,so dont get me wrong
Have you ever felt dead even though you havent died
Do you often feel life to its full,is sometimes denied
Have you ever felt whole,or mostly broken
Has your voice fell silent, with words unspoken
Where is my happiness,where is my laughter
Life seems exempt from happily ever after
Many are my affliction, many are my fears..do you even see my sun-dried tears
So you wait for the day, when your soul will be free, do you ever miss you, coz i miss me…
Daydream
Time stood still; moments paused
oh! What harm had beauty caused?.
my heart raced, beating fast
i blinked not that that moment would last
she was stunning; what a sight!
a dashing figure of daring height..
face striking as d sun yet smooth as ice
deeply had i fallen under d gaze of her eyes
she reached for me as i, for her
our bodies warmed close; evrythng else far
& upon that moment of blinding bliss
as i did crave her solid lips to kiss
a loud known cry jerked me back to life
& before me stood, my UGLY FAT WIFE.
LA Poetry in my Bloodline
La Theater Lyrics
I be a versor not a curse her
Who she how do I call her a B
If I don’t know her imagine paying
For a show to be sworn at id rather
Be sworn in not as magic made it
But inaugurated my exile be on this
Stage my excel be in silence
Count less money nights I’m trying
To get you on paper the people be
Thee employee I be your employer
By now you be like who’s he
Who am I that don’t matter
The question be ‘Who are you’
Give me your baggage let me
Echo it in my secret place and
Lyric it out in theater thy pain
Just might be my lane inspired
Am I in your riot I am a voice
I am a choice
I reside in space I am familiar
With galaxies no days or months
Spent I travel in light years
My texture is deep as you dig me
Graveyard shifts be on my
Timesheets I undertake the
Underground catastrophe
Who be I am Poetry’s voice
Poetry is in my blood
It fathered me till I was 10
No wife by its side so the
Ring was passed on to me
No forefathers cause I
Am the second I am poetries rhythm
No drum beats needed so
This is not a thing of the past
My words frame pictures in
Your brain they call me the
poeArchitect I am the creators
pencil with no eraser needed
had to nurture nature thru
live cells feeding from systems
of biolytic utmost fear the dead
live freely thru my texturous pieces
my science lab has one crazy profess
named Dr. Deep Van De Thought
analyst in sleep contagious in solitude
psalmist for the King
speaks not for the people but obtains
from the source and utters to the listeners
does not profit a thing so the prophecies
are not his agenda
crown me not the best dead poet
or the best poet alive but I will be the
best poet for this period with nada
influence inherited but draw from
emotional ruins my surrounding misery
is my abounding mystery ooh I wonder
if he a rapper now nah i‘m a mapper
the detour has already been planned
whichever Mc wanna bring thou just
covering my tracks churched out background
I emerged like Rhema and aligned not in
A military post like a Julius Malema
Who reclaims all claims that be politically debarkable
FOR MY BOY BONGANI 94.7 HIGHVELD
HOLLA AT YO BOY!!!!!!