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.
apolcalypse now
free be the man who walks on the righteous path
his ways are guided by the footsteps of the son of man
for upon his head tears of mercy shall fall from the heavens
the ten signs of the times have fellen upon the earth
staring right into our eyes yet we refuse to stare back
closing our eyes real hard, for we refuse to believe the end is here
our view is rear, from blasphemous mouths humankind has corupted the truth with painted lies
now everyone's ashamed of the christ
evil minds shall be cast when hell flames rise
and spiritual eyes shall bleed in spiritual cries when ammagedon comes
he that lets his ear be deceived by false prophets who preech twisted gospels,
malevolent covanents from satanic novels
and raise their hands to mammon because they believe god is pagan
shall out of labour pains scream out to god but realise they are screaming along
to an orchestra of devil worshipers when they realise that from their womb a dimon is born and god
is no longer streatching out his hand
Obama and I share the same Mama,no Drama!
I wish I was a soldier,
Standind on a ground bound by the very same fate…
Bullets flying low like a wounded butterfly,hate…
a powerful tool misused, perhaps the way it should, not, maybe to the contrary
Waking up from a long sleep, caused by fatigue and fear to live a life of broken shell´
hidden from all is a way to understand truth as it lies on a colorless spell
The force which drives a Man like Obama is the same I acquired from my Mama
a proper dictation of how things must be carried out, its an order, so be sober!
Its hard to fall asleep if one is still to awaken to the very same accustomed fate…
regardless, its said not to be a word, but I remember that time is often late…
When ´change´ arrives its like a storm, slightly better than Catrina, she is merciless,
but a storm is friendly, merely cleaning the evil thoughts cruising reckless´
on all´s path, patiently protuding searching for a point of acess
I dont want to be a soldier, no more
The fear of determining a person´s faith is a easy one…
I want to be a social, smiley, not yellow, but
admire life form all angles, being able to create rainbow shaped metaphors, deceiptful, never!
Obama and I share the same Mama,no Drama!
La Generation X
La Generation X
A Generation without purpose
Looses its sense of focus
Like a clown in a circus
His minds slow like a tortoise
To them the future is Granted
Yesterday was their past counted
as they will be accounted
For their doings will they be haunted
Down by regret and composition
Of fear with no permission
From them that mis-handle
Them but allow Him to put a sandal
On your feet and the garment
Of victory for they are to target
For the enemies camp
Prayer should proceed for the Lamb
Of God is risen
To set those in prison
Free from themselves
Minds captive in cells
A realm they pardon
Into for in this modern
Society following the crowd
Is a Broadway for the crowd
A whisper becomes sirens
An alertment becomes silence
Truth is cloned in a disguise
Foolishness overrides the wise
So can we handle the youth
To save the truth
Of tomorrow what shall be our source
To survive if laws are always being broken
Our role models set thee examples
And their manner causes our stumble
Who are our leaders of tomorrow
Will our lives be phrased in sorrow
FATE
Heavenly life anointed
Above my head unappointed
Carameled surfaces of doom
Silently I ambled alone
Tied thoughts in my mind unfreed
A whisper, a call ftom a rattling desert
Razed it is my reign
AS i gazed the profundus lines…
on my wrinkled palms fade away
Hallucination a suspicion in my imagination
Messengers with a cracked mirror
Repeated duplications of me reflecting different figure.
And now my thoughts unleashed
And truth an obvious factor
My dreams unreached, my future my worry
My soul in denial, one breath i failed to draw
Emotionless face i assumed
Motionless creature i become.
The sullen bells were ringing.
Inspired by Pholosho
It is in Poetry where we find the truth,
In God where we find that portion of it that will set us free,
in Judgement where we find no room for The Lie.
Standing on the Edge of a Diamond fall,
Evil crawls only to peep,
for Fear is embedded in Death,
and the (D)evil afeared of G(o)od,
sends out all he has,
but it isn't enough,
for We, the Chosen, still hope,
even when demons judge us and show us the rope.
We fail Tasks… not God…
As a friend once said,"it's not failure, it's success deferred,"
coz failure happens, when we fail Life, not ourselves.
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.
Freedom
FREEDOM
Isn't the word supposed to say it all,
still here we fall…
Well ..freedom is as free as you are,
one question ..how far?
The realisation and exceptance of freedom,
how much would you free them?
And when they are free ..are they free?
Like you would be!
Th e suffering of the many,
why doesn't that ..cost money?
In my heart I hope freedom last's forever,
to be forever free, away from those who say never!
Now ..i am not afraid any more,
as calm as the shore, with hope to adore…
The awakening of the truth ..the spiritual freedom and togetherness,
the endlesness of forgiveness..
Freedom…Freedom…
2005
(Lentswe poetry project entry)
Cant go on any more
These words are so hard to say.. My "feelings" everyday,
most of the time I'm fine, but that's just the outer clay,
then, there is everyday.. I reply, saying.. "One day",
so many times I hope that God is with me, one wish my way,
and then there is also the truth, obscurity, reality,
I dont need this added in my life, truthfully, vanity,
so I smile like a sheep and graze away seeing nothing but desire,
tampering with the spirit of my hearts undying fire,
I cant go on any more.. I cant go on any more..
without my Amore.. without your Amore..
Shane
xxx
26/12/06