MAN-NIAM
The greatness and uniqueness of his mind signify a virgin birth
A remarkable beginning of all mankind
For centuries and decades man has shown the sharpness and great;
Nature that bubbles within his burning soul
Adventure being a desire to perceive creation
Take ideas from nature to craft marvelous ingenuity
Completely defying the laws stamped before the existence of mankind
The ability to create that which is greater than him
Give birth to booming economics
Build beauty were beauty already lays
Live a life of unquestionable discoveries
To create that which brings tragedy to those he deem inhuman
Above all his greatness and uniqueness
He has failed to engineer a heart that can be never broken
On any given beautiful day can he either design love that cannot break hearts?
UNPLEASANT VISITS
It’s dark and creepy outside as graves open spacious
That deep sense of distress approaches
Images commence to flash before my eyes
Past midnight is when it comes and crawls into bed with me
It opens wide my mind to images of horror
Time sluggish to dawn, as I choke and struggle for my breath
The lighting strikes and my cries for help become faint
Am like an upset dog at midnight as I twist and turn
My deluxe bed at this instant a pool of lethal snakes
The darkness scares me to demise, as my lonely house revolve into a ghost mansion
Every space becomes haunted at night
Paranormal events begin to unfurl in my mind
A comfort zone utterly disturbed and my dreams a dungeon of nightmares
ASHAMED
Is this the fool who showered you with praise and glory?
Brought you close to heaven on earth
Gave you a blast and sense of a smart lady ostrich
That appears in every photo shoot with the one leg up pose
Prepared you an imaginary castle
Fabricate you a house full of dreams and remarkable promises
Made you realize the difference between discounted wine and posh pink drinks
Told you that if you sit with ordinary citizens you grow sores
Protected you from crook boys as you scared them off with your brand new Lexus
Is he the same fool who left you in labor?
Alone with nothing but a junior examination certificate
A baby to breastfeed while you are HIV+
I am ashamed DAUGHTER!!!
SMILE
There are those who live with a smile
Those who care with a smile
Those that share with a smile
Those that give with a smile
Those that sleep with a smile
Those that shed tears with a smile
Those who make a photograph worth to look at with a smile
Just to bring uniqueness to an angry face
SMILE 
UNREMARKABLE
A tongue of reason
It’s a mentality never in harmony but striving need to be whole.
A bullet of words penetrates through my skull,
Shattered are all living cells and veins.
My lips ears in disorder, words can’t explain any further
As lies, misinform a living soul.
I drag into disparity, as shame filled with disappointment lingers.
You deceive me and my ears a base of your chameleon tongue.
Your words draw near in silence, the assassin of my trust is swift and vital.
It’s not long ago your words were sweet fruits to my table.
I traded my weakness for your words.
I took myself into this, refuge of comfort.
All that dwells in mind, now a memory of good tales.
Sweet words turn into venom.
My ear rotten as your poisonous tongue leaks it dead.
Reason is what I fail to discover in your remarkable expressions
Your presence is now a complete defense to reality.
A commencing slide to excuses.
IN MY DIARY
Heard it they
lost fortunes and battles
many settled upon the sea where they thought life lingered the very deep roots
We stand a ground of fortune and fame not knowing what it bares
Our forbidden desires we feed with out remorse of gods given commands.
We seek disparity yet our eyes view rolling flames of death.
We try to understand a subject without mastered topics,which many mumble upon in time given the floor.
Wicked is the way many now cherish it, hidden under smooth toned skins,flashing lights and red top roofs.
Hold such a subject recklessly and it will prove worth to be called the greatest destruction to mankind.
As we toil to believe in it and as we fail our minds never cease the opportunity to please it.
Make such a topic boil in fancy colors and luxuries wasted years it will seem worth the wait to the grave in site.
To a man like me what more can i give than endless apologies,yearning for another chance to make mistakes and accept protection and guidance like a poor man dying to believe in riches not poverty
Neither can an empty hand provide nor can speakable hearts forgive.
Alas to many who have failed for we will find a similar fate.
Lonely and cold my plea has found empty hands to dwell upon.
I have heard their funeral songs and they sang my life,although unheard of is your name.
As we try to escape a fate no man desires.
We feared a path like this before only the road was unclear and proved worth a drive.
I enjoy a long journey with an escort,hope you find this as an open letter.
To your heart i broke and as sins in my diary.
UnNAMED
Something’s perfect but never realized
It takes ages to mend what you able to shatter in a minute
Silently she woke up on a cloudy and reasonably sunny day
She calls it tot production weather
It truly brings a foaming bubbled beam to her beautiful face.
The day seems remarkable but not today.
She exorcises my selfish state of mentality
Shatters the confidence I bare, to speak to her.
She suddenly desires to be silent about the events leading
To this sad and tormenting state of mind
She is not smiling neither is breakfast to be cherished
I did it, i drove and crashed the train into walls
She was there in front silent as I brutally became self-seeking.
It’s my entire fault I ruined in a minute what ages take to build
In just a minute I felt divorced in the middle of a rainy season.
Though I crashed you yesterday you still my best friend.
AS I PLEASURE SIN
Out there in a distance she takes her last breathe.
A sign of death awakens her in horror.
A vulture cheers in proximity, she is weak her bones paying homage to the skies.
The dust of the desert wipes her tears dry.
Confused and forsaken she is unaware of her fate as time ticks.
The world she belongs is in a rush, yearning for the pleasures of life
The arrogance of human nature…..
She silently weeps her head a sign of a neglected soul.
If only I was watching I would have given a hand, but I was busy.
Taken deep into the 21st century as I was smoking, boozing and enjoying
the pleasures of life.
As I chased for pussy and wasted gifts of being privileged.
She silently cried, vanished alone and cold blooded.
TORN
My flesh weak and my soul apart.
My brother dead another seeking vengeance to a cruel world.
Who am I to rebuke the time square of death?
My ancestors taken back into time.
A world filled with anger, is all I know.
Take yee thay flesh broken into half.
Speak for me my desires, for my tongue bends in to choke me dead.
Struck me dead before the night wizards appear in their dusty coats.
I fear the unknown as the cemetery yearns for my bones.
The grave can’t wait for its crunchy treasure.
It calls for me in a distance, yet it sounds in close proximity.
Ooh! Struck me dead but before I crumble down,
Wedge my fingers and share with many who seek supremacy
For mans power lay in his hands.
WHAT I HAD LOST
I count days that become months
I count the tracks we made
I count the days we smiled
I count the days I lied to her
I count the memories we failed to treasure
They were the greatest months ever
Magnificent foot prints ever made
Smiles that brighten the sky and unsullied the air we breathe.
Lies that finally wrecked, the months, tracks and smiles.
Then fine reminiscences amounted to zilch.
Lol. Life
HUMAN MOTALITY
I am a stranger
Death strikes and exist with no stone turned.
Sickened flesh by the wind.
Reality lashes insight.
Cold blooded bodies, in reality we mourn.
Chapters of the bible are undesired.
Misconception of reality to those who despise
We are lectured souls of constitutions
Boundaries lay free in our eyes.
No cross road to eternity.
We are just souls yearning for the grave.
We are slaves to mortality.
MY BAD UNCLE’S LETTER
Dear bastard.
Child of no father
Child of no mother
A bastard you are without inquiry
Chased into civilization to pleasure judgment
They verbalize with their faces cast down to the ground
My friend, you live denial without rebellion.
Soreness is all you have recognized.
A steady home to rest your head is a search in vain.
With all the undesired pain and tears,
plunk lofty be fond of a soldier, fighting a merciless battle of rejection.
As though not seen, your families will knowledge the contrary of your misery.
Good luck my bastard ally, child without blood relation
Yours
Uncle Buck
DISOWNER
Third day as i face a dawn of a magnificent future i haven’t slept nor eaten.heart beat an order of the day.reality lashes kindness yet inside i die and yearn for purified perfection.they speak light of my decoy subject,a dreadful alien barring in mind forgiveness.honestly my heart melts as tears retrace emotional battles i fought and lost.engraved inside my mind deep within buried in the sands of time are numbers known to hold judgement.2301 the gate pass to every wound that i could not bare but left behind for me to pleasure agony.107 a number of lost virginity as anger manifested,proving human kind wrong of biblical dis owner.1792 a combination to my mothers womb behold no lies foretold.my heart sick and buried. Sickening reality of mankind brutality and slaughter.
ADAPTING SOULS
people becoming instinct.we die like frogs set to die in water increasing temperature.as it adapts to the heat its tragic death awaits. in short all bad stuff is becoming cool and we don’t seem to notice. u think u cool smoking dope n yu think yu so cool getting layed at college behind mamas back.well am sorry i dont adapt to heating temperature i run. swag aint that cool they try to adapart n make it cool so they die asap. big boys dnt wanna praise the lord coz they think it aint cool.well how many of you regret being cooler than others and still dnt have peace in their heads
JUDGES WITH FEAR
I see answers
To questions humanity and mankind consider literature.
How unkind is the tax man making a living?
In need to make you understand the unknown
Poetry is just a simple explanation of the inner essence
Defined as the inner man.
Theory has explanations
Destiny has reduction of time to a desired destination.
Time a measure of what we treasure and mourn.
Death a symbol of no power to creation
The rule of simplicity is mastered by our anger.
Judgment is what you hold!
Deep in your mind filled with questions unmanned
Judge me but before that let him seat on his wealthy throne.
MYSTERIOULY UNSPOKEN
If only life would be flipped
Imagine what it holds behind
Away from this suffering
Far from this faked life
There as we imagine
No tears, metal bombs nor flames
A tank of ammunition would be a tank of life
Every fired bullet would be a blessing of life
A world turning upside down
What can man do?
As they stare at the end of days approaching
But this is how it is on the other side
His angels ready to take over
We are just man staring in kindness
It’s sad poetry has been mysteriously reserved on the subject of after life
Just silent on the pages of the other side
Let’s flip on the other side!
Experience and fear.
BIBLE OF MY MISTAKES
I used to breathe music
Now it’s only a breathing lament of discord
I used to have glitter, but what glitters deceived my eyes
As time passed into vanity I dinned with reality
I failed to realize time kept turning
And the speed lane between fantasy and reality,
made me pleasure the holiness of crises.
At only 150km per hour
I died a fragile incident.
My funeral was joy of custom-made hostility
For only the judge knew my misgiving dispute
As I tasted the maturity of pain
SUICIDE!!!
MBAVHA
Mukati me heart
There was chikonzero aita freak out
No one knew kuti azviitirei
Raga riri besanwa the moment he got caught
Freaking out aziva mahwani
Asigafugire love caught him like a drive by bullet
Anyway he promised like anoziva guva nezuva
Love mahwani muface
When it hits your face unotaura zvausingazive
Prove you worth murume you said unozvigona
Kunge mbavha yarohwa you too freaked out
Coz you know you destroyed her life
Played nemoyo wake like a toy
Mbavha stealing her heart now
You too freaked out kunge usingazivewhat you did
Mbavha rohwa
POINT OF TURN
Spin as usual gifts!
Courtship is for the royals
Beauty is their eyes
The death that we see inside,
Memories we deem presents.
Gifts we seek to find
Tears we shed with no reason to surprise
Exams we set as reasons to uphold intelligence
Spin as usual!
Without hate or disapproval.
Am lost like a child I need your hand
Lonely and buried in a season of torment
I yearn for the pleasures of heart,
Seek forth a day to be lost in translation
Clean in mind and body but not in soul
Fools clear thay path
For days treasured seem to have been spent without her
close to my chest.
Breaking into halves is the cloth we made with fabrics of embrace
Scared is thay melody, my chest broken into two
“Lament my dear ears, for discord is in the atmosphere”.
Chaos amongst my two,
As they disagree in sight.
Here is the time of confusion
The point of turn is now at hand
What more can I desire?
FUNNY CHILD
Did they realize the smile?
The hand of a clown
Laughter of a joker
Sounds of the circus
An evil smile of the mother
The joking manner the doctors possessed
As if the mother at hand was comedy
Did you see the father’s eyes?
Excitement knew its boundary for the eyes presented
no blink of emotion.
No tear drops like silence
They were just shocked not because they wanted it.
But the child was black in white
ALBINO!!!!!!!!
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