sibusisoxtdo-gama - Hello Poetry

Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! From roses to doses, They did, they do and are done watering roses with alcohol. Since I was conceived my blood is that much of methanol and that disturbs my devotion. She had turned her womb, my temporary home into an ocean of ***** From which i was swimming in whisky, As much as this is risky, I was sleeping on bedrums. At times I woul'd feel drums booming such that my heart skips beats, But still pump methanol, my source of oxygen. She had turned her womb into a savannah biome, My life was dry but still i survived. What a beautiful galaxy within which I existed? Made of Heineken stars and clip drift ropes, That keeps on drifting and leaves me tipsy! Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! I wonder if Black labels is the reason i am black? If my birth in autumn would be ascribed to autumn harvest? Only lucky Brandy is my name, rather than smin off spin. Like a stranger in his own element, For my first foot steps I waddled, twisted and turned. For my first blood test, mother came back in mascara ***** tears Not because I was positive neither negative but alcoholic. my blood is invalid, that is the product of the woman in ***** Like a bouncing putty, i can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance!

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC

I was born tipsy

Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! From roses to doses, They did, they do and are done watering roses with alcohol. Since I was conceived my blood is that much of methanol and that disturbs my devotion. She had turned her womb, my temporary home into an ocean of ***** From which i was swimming in whisky, As much as this is risky, I was sleeping on bedrums. At times I woul'd feel drums booming such that my heart skips beats, But still pump methanol, my source of oxygen. She had turned her womb into a savannah biome, My life was dry but still i survived. What a beautiful galaxy within which I existed? Made of Heineken stars and clip drift ropes, That keeps on drifting and leaves me tipsy! Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! I wonder if Black labels is the reason i am black? If my birth in autumn would be ascribed to autumn harvest? Only lucky Brandy is my name, rather than smin off spin. Like a stranger in his own element, For my first foot steps I waddled, twisted and turned. For my first blood test, mother came back in mascara ***** tears Not because I was positive neither negative but alcoholic. my blood is invalid, that is the product of the woman in ***** Like a bouncing putty, i can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance!

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He dives into the night and tastes the colours of darkness; He remains in disguise of the web of darkness, Like a black spider, star burst horn baboon spider. Grounded by the white stringed haphazard web of darkness And he made darkness his covert, his pavilion round about him. Dark waters in the clouds of the womb bearing seeds for the nation Darkens and further occludes his opalescence into black and what? He searches for the diversity of the rainbow with an iambic meter. A biased accented and unaccented mirage of nations… An optically dark-phobic illuminated biased meter Synergism of nations is a phantasm meter display. The hope of sanctuary proves hallucination by darkness. Darkness is the absence of light, but light is light. In his darkness he ponders

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC

In his darkness

He dives into the night and tastes the colours of darkness; He remains in disguise of the web of darkness, Like a black spider, star burst horn baboon spider. Grounded by the white stringed haphazard web of darkness And he made darkness his covert, his pavilion round about him. Dark waters in the clouds of the womb bearing seeds for the nation Darkens and further occludes his opalescence into black and what? He searches for the diversity of the rainbow with an iambic meter. A biased accented and unaccented mirage of nations… An optically dark-phobic illuminated biased meter Synergism of nations is a phantasm meter display. The hope of sanctuary proves hallucination by darkness. Darkness is the absence of light, but light is light. In his darkness he ponders

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In South Africa colonialism shake hands with racism Nepotism dines with poverty. Humanity is substituted by timidity thus fulfilled by grief and materialism. Democracy swallowed suffering, But the flavour must have been strong, 20 years later we still witness the after taste. This day(June 16th) must mean only one thing to us youth, If we sit back and pretend to be polishing our pots, We will cook the pellets of the shinning *** The crops are exploited out there... Not yet UhUrU…

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC

Not yet uhuru

In South Africa colonialism shake hands with racism Nepotism dines with poverty. Humanity is substituted by timidity thus fulfilled by grief and materialism. Democracy swallowed suffering, But the flavour must have been strong, 20 years later we still witness the after taste. This day(June 16th) must mean only one thing to us youth, If we sit back and pretend to be polishing our pots, We will cook the pellets of the shinning *** The crops are exploited out there... Not yet UhUrU…

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They took them… With a *** shovel and beards engulfed with disguise, By fire, by force and harm They heartlessly took them… Loading with a military van from the snare, the school Sabotaging their education and jubilance At the brink of our oculus, like a hot blade through margarine, Like the evanescence of dew upon new dawn, They were gone… We cajole to Haram Islamic militants, Not the slavery we signed up for, Yet this is our story, but not our destiny. It is profane and sacrilegious to talk slavery upon our realms. Our ancestral dormancy and Jesus crucifixion outlines our history. We were untrammeled...but today, Our existence is dreary and clouded by mystery We count minutes turning into tormented hours, In lament of our own flesh and blood They took them.. with needles and stylus they pinched poked and taunted us, Like a bunch of sponges filled with voids, Our hearts are painfully porous, Dope them with defects, Bring back our girls… Haram saboteurs came in with a saber, They took them… How less of a man to not respect the words of the late Tata Madiba, When he said"Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land Will again experience the oppression of one by another". There will be war upon the element of Haram when Jesus intervene.. Bring back our girls.. (Nigreian acsent) Chinekeee, man of Haram, bring back our girls_oo I beg, why go they take? Eeeh, god will go get you one day, With our teary Nigerian eyes, will we ever see? Adedagbo, our crown of joy ? Aduke, our beloved ? Afolayan Walking in majesty... Agbogu, God settles dispute… Bring back our girls.

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC

They took them..

They took them… With a *** shovel and beards engulfed with disguise, By fire, by force and harm They heartlessly took them… Loading with a military van from the snare, the school Sabotaging their education and jubilance At the brink of our oculus, like a hot blade through margarine, Like the evanescence of dew upon new dawn, They were gone… We cajole to Haram Islamic militants, Not the slavery we signed up for, Yet this is our story, but not our destiny. It is profane and sacrilegious to talk slavery upon our realms. Our ancestral dormancy and Jesus crucifixion outlines our history. We were untrammeled...but today, Our existence is dreary and clouded by mystery We count minutes turning into tormented hours, In lament of our own flesh and blood They took them.. with needles and stylus they pinched poked and taunted us, Like a bunch of sponges filled with voids, Our hearts are painfully porous, Dope them with defects, Bring back our girls… Haram saboteurs came in with a saber, They took them… How less of a man to not respect the words of the late Tata Madiba, When he said"Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land Will again experience the oppression of one by another". There will be war upon the element of Haram when Jesus intervene.. Bring back our girls.. (Nigreian acsent) Chinekeee, man of Haram, bring back our girls_oo I beg, why go they take? Eeeh, god will go get you one day, With our teary Nigerian eyes, will we ever see? Adedagbo, our crown of joy ? Aduke, our beloved ? Afolayan Walking in majesty... Agbogu, God settles dispute… Bring back our girls.

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