I am Living
…i saw a story in the eyes of a writer…i walked in de shoes of a farm ranger…i lived the life of a fighter…never let things go off easily…i’m still gona hold it down until i c clowns frown…i got that swaga unbelieveable…i wrote a love song so real it gotta be told…i had a dream so great it gotta be sold…i been puting my head down so much its geting bald…i dream so big i wrote my future in bold…but my heart is cold…as de story i unfold…but no one will never know me…my head is so white-washed my brain melts like snow…the lovelife so fading i’m thinkin slow…bt hey, tomorrow is alive…i hope i still get me a wife…Ms Lefoko…so short in size yet great in heart…so shy in face but too smart…life can’t be this hard..i’.m rocking and roling but no one in my hands…i bury this bands…i burn dis brands…i gotta holler at my fans…but my heart aint got no fan…this gym got me geting hotter but no gal to rest on my chest… still won’t settle for less…i need me the best…i had the best…i grew a family in a nest…i stood firm above the best…because i was made to believe i could fly…she made me believe i could fly…i don’t know why…my hands still be holding this game tight but my fingers bruise…i made a reservation in Rio de Jeneiro for my honey moon…because i had love so real i felt on top of the moon…but now it’s like i’m faling off the roof…bullets penetrate through the chest because i’m no longer bullet proof…i bleed in my eyes because i been rubbing them so much hoping i’m only dreamin…i been told i’m many things…i've done many things…but don’t know if i had ever been in love…because i don’t do that, i do true love…but please tell how to move on…show me how mo let go of a gold in your hands because you made to believe u aint worth it…if you can teach me how…i would be rich…rich not in wealth but health…i just wanna be stronger in soul…be free lyk a bird so i can spread my wings again and fly 2 the sky…i’m done rhyming…i’m done writing…i’m done trying… from today m only living…yes…yes, I AM LIVING!!!
The Ambulance
The Ambulance
I hear it ,every night, painfully whistling a solemn tune;
rushing to yet another hopeless rescue of yet another wasted life.
Its wheels leave a trail of anxiety in their wake,
As they quickly dance away to an unrehearsed scene.
The cruelty of time plays an evil game with life
As death’s latest target fights for one more glimpse at hope.
Sweat soaks the steering wheel as the mechanical angel
Meanders her way in and out of forgotten alleys,
Seeking the one place where a child is at deaths reach.
She forgets the law with each red-eyed robot that comes her way,
For fate obeys no law.
Driven by love and fueled by passion,
She slowly comes to a halt as she reaches
The ones who had been tearfully waiting for her.
They are silent, but their eyes pose a million questions.
What had taken her so long?
She cannot answer at a time where only questions can be asked.
The young man is gently placed
Deep in the depths of her stomach;In her womb.
Secure in life saving support, death has no place.
For life has been given one more moment with the child.
They stand ,just as they had been when she had come,
praying for a better day.
Tears of labour
Tears of labour
The moment is real enough, it seems light as snow,
preparing the mix of life is slow and who does know,
the echoeing flow, flow, flow..u should go,
and i pearce back from the future to scream ..No!
The tears of labour attract none to see,
the bearing emotions of tears in me, .."I can't see",
and dont ask, it hurts more each time u see,
please release me ..brake my heart free!
I am dulled by the echo's of life that surrounds me,
I dont care to see anything more in me,
my heart has filled the brim free in me,
and i cant see the love once found in me..help me!
It's not that we never try, I try every day,
and every day seems so far away that day,
intensional delay every day, day by day,
and you would think someone would have something to say!
I am the breath that escapes my freedom to live,
I have barrely one last breath to give,
and over and over in one cycle to live,
mere words emenate.. to forgive and give and live!
My tears of labour devours your audiance,
so to often to see the glorious radiance in an instance,
to break all defiance and unrelentlesly give confidence,
so that tears too can be called brilliance and intollerance to ignorance…
My tears of labour…My tears of labour…My tears of labour…
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. . .
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…
She is Blind
She is blind, she is my grandmother
Now she remains with useless eyes
What went wrong with her eyes, no body knows
When her eyes were good, she saw all views
When she could see, she had gone many ways
When the view was clear, she saw many lands
Now she is blind, to see is a dream
Doctors have said, "never will she see"
She does not believe, she lives with hope
Witch doctors have said, "it's only a call"
Ancestors have called, she will never reply
Now she is blind to see is a dream
She cleans our home as she feels the dust
She cooks us supper as she breaths the heat
In her dreams visions she sees
She can see but only in here dreams
She could see she still believes
She's got her legs, she can walk a distance
I love this woman, for she is blind
She is blind, she is my Grandmother
La Whiete Flag
La White Flag
To her smile I yield in a field
Of gentle males perceiving on achieving
One goal to be gazed I phrased
Her thoughts in mind I’m inline
As we all surrender to a tender
Glimpse her view would queue
Our speeches to conclude some intrude
During a one way word occurred
Some raised a White Flag to Tag
The fellow companion to champion
Their attempts to receive but leave
Beauty to uncompromise our tries
How do we comprehend Gods trend
of such creation His decoration
is so perfect I affect
her with my mention of no attention
I withdrawed and ignored
Her spotlight to fight
From my sustainable and capable
Motives were scared or declared
She took notice of my focus
Of my interest in insert
To her deepness and my reap ness
Was a harvest I never soured but patrolled
Like a traffic cop would stop
A traffic jam I pardon this mam
To move forward in an awkward
Dilemma she was free to be
As my choice of noise
Freed her charges that enlargers
My territory to cause history
For the first time not as a crime
I did not steal her heart it was part
Of a plan that no man
Arranged I praised God I raised
My White Flag before I could Brag
The day shall be upon us
Kids are golloping on the field,
Man will be man again,
Woman will be our soul provider,
Boys are our light of hope,
Girls will be our shining angels.
My next-door neighbor has turnd into my next enemy,
My greatest fear is within me,
My greatest strength is in him,
There is no sunrise, but dark cloud emerges,
All days are gloomy,
My life is lived in live horror,
All I have ever wanted is what I have never got.
Hopes are hocked on loopholes,
Relief is brought to me through restraint,
My fear has defeated me,
Fever and fear are the driving force,
Nobody wants somebody,
My home is a hole,
My wish is to wish.
Everybody is hoping for the worst,
Kids are our inspiration,
My bedroom is my nightmare,
Struggle and strength has new meanings,
History has been curled to misrepresentation,
Life is historic, past is heroic,
My presence is my shame.
We shall not overridden; the day shall be upon us.
I am a dreamer
I am the joy in the happiness cried for
The remedy for the poison world ate
The son of the summer rain
Pouring from the blue sky on a sunny day
I walk down the street of death fearlessly
I give the hopeless halcyon life
For I am a dreamer
I am the edge of the Hercules sword
That thrust against vicious death hungry for human life
I make the earth quake with my voice
I stand on the mountain and greet the world
With African drums backing me up
I make music with my thoughts
For I am a dreamer
I am the colours of rainbow
After heavy floods of blood rains in Africa
I am the rising sun of hopes and dreams of peace in Middle East
I fight for serenity for I’m the soldier of the world
I watch the sun rise, go down and rise again
For I sleep with eyes open
I see the dawn bringing signs of happiness
For I never see negative
My eyes are diamonds with golden sight
For I am a dreamer
I build castles of dreams in world of nightmares
My vision is unstoppable
For I am a dreamer
I am a dreamer
I am the joy in the happiness cried for
The remedy for the poison world ate
The son of the summer rain
Pouring under the blue sky on a sunny day
I walk down the street of death fearlessly
I give the hopeless ones halcyon life
For I am a dreamer
I am the edge of the Hercules sword
That thrust against vicious death hungry for human life
I make the earth quake with my voice
I stand on the mountain and greet the world
With African drums backing me up
I make music with my thoughts
For I am a dreamer
I am the colours of rainbow
After heavy floods of blood rains in Africa
I am the rising sun of hopes and dreams
Of peace and justice in Middle East
I fight for serenity for I’m the soldier of the world
I watch the sun rise, go down and rise again
For I sleep with eyes open
I see the dawn bringing signs of happiness
For I never see negative
My eyes are diamonds with golden sight
For I am a dreamer
I build castles of dreams in world of nightmares
My vision is unstoppable
For I am a dreamer