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I'm not nice with words So much they say I'm nurd I don't care what they may say I'm too straight to be gay The eggs are laid Trying now to lay low Till it's hatch due day. The clouds are trickling down Don't believe me? Go check the lawn Babies are born with beards While adults labour for a few strands Who said wisdom is not sold Deceptive tale told Go see the boundless wisdom books hold The curtains have fallen off The deception now lays exposed Like a hen's behind as breeze blew Nothing is again new If you've looked round lately you will tell its true Their falasies lay bare before you My wife has divorced me She found out about my affair with poetry. I could very well plead she forgives But I doubt if she will Because this infidelity is one without ending. Poetry is my only felony You have no right to judge me Unless you have tasted the beauty of her beauty Yet, didn't fall for her tasty meals nor her pleasantries.

Like dewdrop seating precariously on the petal of a rose . Emotions rise and love grows The path with branches overgrown Love still remains an uncertain adventure. Love is as beautiful As it is hurtful Like a cake, bitter, sweet and sour Its taste, the tongue still trying to figure out. Hurt as it may In love I chose to stay What wanton insanity

Embesiled by lust We lay drooling While life sooths us to our doom Like a mamaid's fragile fingers Caressing your bare tighs Only to lead you to the depth Leaving you to a fatal fate

Clear clouds overhead But Troubling thoughts crowds my mind Fear my only friend

I eat it Nothing is as much sweet I drink it Nothing has ever tasted like it Not even the finest of wines I inhale it Nothing sustains like it The purest form of oxygen. I surf on it Unimagined beauty Not even the biggest tide I fly on it Higher than any pair if wings can take you No even those of an eagle I puke it And I lick all of it It taste as fresh as from the oven. Nothing compares to poetry Ask every poet He/she will tell you same.

With a quill over paper For muse, we are excavators We pour out our hearts So joy, love, peace to impart To hold a torch over emotional darkness To fill each others hollowness Its for the love we write When we write We are called poets A name fitting and right But your theft just says you are mentally poor Reducing you further to a mere thief And nothing close to a P Not to talk of a poet. The moon is not a thing you can steal Trust me its pure folly That's a dumb idea to conceive Posting others' poems Posting like a poet? Like seriously How does that sound to 'your' hearing? DUMB Even so, to even dare, you must be too dumb to realize its dumb To acknowledge is not so hard Its just adding one more line on your pad I want to deceive myself that you are not too dumb to know that If you didn't know, now you do. PS: You could post my poem That does not make you a poet It just makes you a thief Suffice it to say, the worst kind Without robb

I meant to pen a happy poem But somehow, ended up with this same old song Heart in shreds Dry tears shed Overran with a fresh fload as I awake Been too broken to, again, break But, that's just a thought, I still break anyways. Does the sun still smile? This gloom has lasted too long a time Does the stars still twinkle? No equation is, again, simple Do we still know beauty? Everything is gone dark and ugly We must all be a broken people Weeping last only for the night Morning is going to bring a new reason to smile Though the night may seem to have lasted too long Surely there is always a new song We could either wait or Create our own options, which are most often wrong. I am broken You are broken We all are broken But if we treat the threads as a whole dress Not as single individual threads Then we are on the way to redress No more broken me Nor broken you Just a healed and mended people.

The wrongs we have shelfed Growing retrogressively Strayed far, home's long lost

Its like playing a beautiful song Accidentally striking the wrong cord It throws the beauty thereof off Fumbling your way back to the right one Distorted sequence Flaws summons Welcome to realisation of imperfection Either admit it Or cloth it Elephant attest the thickness of my skin My rib cage Holds a shield to my heart Shoulders dropped My shirt drooling off Trying to pack me back in shape But your words cuts me further into shreds So I try to conceal my sins Like pruning over a mispainted canvas Suit and tie, a gentle man Our true self in remand Like wearing a girdle over a protruding stomach

I am human Yes I am I don't mean it in a demeaning sense Being human is the greatest gift I've received. I am just trying to admit my flaws I fault now and then, so just in case I have but a straw Just know I love you too much So much that On this thought I stucked "What will become of me should I lose you?" In this certainty Doubts beclouds me Not doubts whether I love you or not But doubts of what if I go wrong The human in me assures I surely would Should I do, I never meant to. Just in case In my flaws I go wrong I mean these words I AM SORRY I pray you not to get weary My flaws are but a stream Flowing side by side my love for thee Both of which collects into an ocean An endless ocean of love affection and adoration. Just in case I go wrong This you must before hand know I AM SORRY.

Pieces of yesterdays Collected, sieved and saparated Into, subgroups Into laughter and sorrow Pain and joy Merriment and funeral These walls are closing in on me It seems no escaping Slowly I'm starting to swallow me Buried beneath thoughts Worries clawing my heart Clawing and clawing Lacerations made Crimson red dripping therefrom Dived off emotional cliff Dived head first Despite its a plunge into the unknown. I have torn off my face So I can see what I now look like Oh how shrunken My skeleton has pierced my skin Like a lingerie Spread over the spiky stem of a rose plant. Licking our elbows is now fun We pluck stars from the sky The sun is our play ground

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I eat it Nothing is as much sweet I drink it Nothing has ever tasted like it Not even the finest of wines I inhale it Nothing sustains like it The purest form of oxygen. I surf on it Unimagined beauty Not even the biggest tide I fly on it Higher than any pair if wings can take you No even those of an eagle I puke it And I lick all of it It taste as fresh as from the oven. Nothing compares to poetry Ask every poet He/she will tell you same.

Tap , tap, tap and tap Is all to hear , as my feet and the floor clap . Round , round, round and round As we whirl in the music' s rhythmic sound . Play , play , play , please play Those sweet songs and drive my head hay, As our souls entangle in the ecstasy . Oh , what sweet journey into fantasy . Let ' s dance again , My only driver of sadness and pain . Let ' s dance again , but this time slowly . Hold me close and hug me tightly So i can smell that sweet scent of jasmine And listen to the thumping of your heart and mine. Let ' s dance dear lovely angel Till we fall asleep with a song of handel' s .

Love most have died centuries ago She died with Juliet and Romeo Now her bones lay dust infested Romeo's to the left Juliet's to the right. Wishing they discussed , Try to figure out how it all turned sour. If love is dead, Who or what are we then? Excavators, that's who we are Digging furiously, who cares how far The grave of the duo love birds must be near Find it, find love at its undiluted sphere. Enveloped in this fantasies box Love becomes no more than a hoax Love is what it is A beautiful broken bike if you please Its too dangerous to ride Yet no choice but the ride So if you must, put on your safety gear. Love does not live inside TVs Nor magazines She has left the internet and movies She now lives in the simplicity of you and I. You may have looked too hard Yet you still can't find. This you must figure out You are looking in the wrong sites.

Tornado of thoughts Whirling with this troubled clouds. How did we get here? The answer? Who cares? The trampled remember the past The trampler, in the present bask. Humanity, the trending fraud. Ages ago, who would've thought Man is reduced to fear Death lurks everywhere Though that is the least of them all Other accompanying devils deal their far worst blows. Is it still a man's ( human's ) world? My boomeranging thought. If it still is Justify this. How come there are more guns Than there are humans? More killings than births? More wars than peace-advancement seminars? If truth has only one perspection By now, we should be standing on the same vantage point The world ie now no more than a chess board We are; the chess ponds; Bishops and knights; Queens and kings, At the summit of the prism Is this what humanity was designed to become? I bet, we are just a compromised generation.

There in the mirror, My jaw dropped from the terror Of what I ' ve become

On this minute of this day Murder is underway Crimson blood about being spilled All attempts at aversion has failed This murder is for the perpetration The to-be victim Waiting in such patience without resisting Like a cow on an abattoir floor The butcher's knife glad to slay one more Nothing will save it from this preconceived execution Not even angel Michael's interventions . Diligence must be applied Skill is about to be tried Sleeves up to avoid spillage Paper and pen ready for the scrippage The perfect murder Another poem killed on this day.

...... Mandela , where others ducked he stood tall Where others crawled , with his head high , he walked And where everyone else walked , he showed we could even fly So high , we could dwell among the stars......

.......as a kid i thought i was so bright that my thoughts and eyes held candle to a moonless nights Big dreams slowing my memory like an over loaded android phone Back then, dreaming was my sin, my only felony But the years and age walked me into reality Then i realized, there is nothing wrong with dreaming The only wrong therein is not waking up to live it.......

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Holding this image against light Spraining for a vivid glance The photo wasn't black and white Neither was it a coloured one. As I looked closer to see more This beauty God gave me for a mum Instead of seeing her glamour My imaginations tilted more Towards the pain she endured It wasn't just the pain But the fact that she went through it all alone . If I could I will share my life with you But I know you too well Ngo You'd say " Keep it , you will need it all " That's how I know you are the best selfless mum. Rest on , dear Maria Bot .

Presenting "Who The Cap Fits"

I t was on a day like today years ago I cant say when it was cus I'm not sure But the time was right Cus all was a-rhyme For a baby frail and delicate greeted the world with a cry Whereas everyone watched half in tears and half a-smile Confused how well to welcome this child. Blessing it was and same was she was named Like a starry sky beautifies the night She is a blessing to all that went nigh Even before I knew her name. Now that I do, she bears a new name (My All) Days and years have past She -now grown- maybe too fast But certainly grown enough to become my lass That's looking beyond our hurts and tears, alas Today she starts a marathon race Marathon race around the year's 365 days May everyday trickle grace And every smile take pain away always Clocks count you into completeness and out of haze Clouds make way for the moon and stars That all days may bring you to a place of praises. My pen is feable And my thoughts dwindles But of this I&#

.... We are all slaves Only in different ways... "

In the sun the truth to behold In the the moon the truth be known And the stars our strength be shown