Tee2emm

Outsiders looking in The picture is perfect, it seems The hypnosis the media has made us believe We are hardly who we are We are who the media says we are

A generation of the blind No, not blindness of the eyes But blindness of the mind If we cannot see beyond our eyelids How can we see the poor and deprived The voiceless, downtrodden and marginalised Or the gross abuse of human rights That the perpetrators seek to justify And the media does well to glorify Nothing is new on the news every time Watching has become a depressing exercise. A world of the deaf No, not deafness of the ears But deafness of the heart If we cannot hear beyond our ear....drums How can we hear about the rot of the earth The cry of that child everyone have deserted The ever loud war drum beat The glaring yearning of humanity that Is constantly well kept under the carpet Which crisis analyst always helps with a beautiful excerpts Buttressing governments' claim "there is no other way but that" A generation of the numb Not numbness of the 5 senses, no But the numbness of the soul If we cannot feel beyond the pain that is our own ...

Once upon a time Africa the told untold story A revealed unrevealed mystery Africa she is Even when the obvious says it is her end She starts unfolding all over again All new and marvelling terrains Like, just when you think you have seen her You will find you have been staring at a mere picture Only the superficial is captured Detail is not part of a viewer's pleasure He was once young and strong Tall, fine and handsome Idolised in too many songs Both abroad and at home Before the dawn that he woke and found the usual morning fresh breath held something wrong The looming trouble to come Like the smell of rotten corps from far off Brought home by same air that brings birds chirps and scents of wild flowers. The sun hung lower And everything tasted sour There seemed an invincible weight on his shoulder His bravery began to falter His youthly strength left his bones His knees felt like a newly born's Then the anchor of the floating whale hit her sea shore...

"......It seems we have a choice after all Our actions and words are offsprings of careful thoughts We could be extra-ordinary Or simply be extra ordinary The state of humanity depends on it......." Listen to One of Those Moments by tee2emm #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/tee2emm/one-of-those-moments

"....a is being calm, money is involved A man is being troubled, money is involved. I'm trying to stay alive, money is involved I'm thinking suicide, money is involved. I'm trying to get a job, money is involved I'm trying to stay idle, money is involved...." Listen to Money is involved.mp3 by tee2emm #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/tee2emm/money-is-involved-mp3

Sounds like I have found my own planet The whole day is graced with a sunset All wild plays a clarinet Even frogs don't croak A sweet harmony in a perfect symphony All trees bear irresistibly beautiful fruits A planet safe from all industrial fumes Away from human hate and brute Closer to cloud nine where all is beautiful I, certainly, have found me a planet nothing less than beautiful. I feel plugged into this planet Like Neil is connected to the matrix I feel connected to this planet Like a lion is connected to his tail That tail he wack with pride While strolling down with Royal strides I fear should the planet cease to exist What becomes of the me it has invented? The happy me The me that bask in a never ending sunset The me that smiles cheek to cheek What becomes of me should my found planet ceases to exist? So I set my planet preservation strategies. I keep her green green I prune her trees So they can grow new leafs I water her lawns constantly Eve...

".....Roses and scented candles Glass of wine and music Celebrate the birth of an angel Birth that happens once in 365days With the music and wine, swing and sway Merry and merry...." Listen to Happy Birthday (Spoken word Poem) by tee2emm #np on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/tee2emm/happy-birthday-spoken-word