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  Apr 2016 a
The Dedpoet
My little black book is dusty,
The names are smeared and
Most of them were landline numbers.
For you youngsters,
Get on your parents lap and ask em
To tell ya what landlines were:
    And I hate your love poem
    Because I know they are real,
    I need a girlfriend,
    Maybe I forgot how that feels.
    
    I hate your love poem,
    Its really quite good,
    But the t reminds me I'm all
    Alone, alone in da hood.

    I hate your love poem
    Because I don't know any girls,
    And yeah some are corny,
    Some make me wanna hurl!

    So don't get it wrong,
    Please try to understand,
    I'm just a little jealous,
    Alone and doing what I can.
Too single at the moment. Lol.
  Apr 2016 a
Third Eye Candy
we have our tongues wrapped
around things
we cannot
speak.
we have but to open a door.
but that's lost
all meaning.

you keep your secrets.
but keep them very loudly...
you're always choking on
whatever it is
you really think about
me.
  Apr 2016 a
wordvango
into danger I walk again
just getting up
awaking from a world of dreams
I must try to
make reality

stagger out from under covers covering
sanity-into insanity again
this world's  become and looking
back since I was
young and naive,
always was
  Apr 2016 a
Got Guanxi
and your skin starts to shudder,
but mine feels just fine.
we must bridge the balance,
before we go out of our minds.

and I've seen you and others,
but you're simply one of a kind.
let's get lost in each other,
and see what we find.

I've never need no other,
they must be out of their minds,
and my skins start to shudder,
no baby, you'll do just fine.

and on the scene other lovers,
gliding out of their minds.
i've been meaning to utter,
that you're one of a kind.

you said you needed another,
I thought, 'your must be out of your mind'
and then you left for the other,
and I went
out of my,
mind.
song
  Jan 2016 a
Got Guanxi
i see you
formulate in the sky,
until a permanent cloud remains,
for all to see.

You settle in a montaged dream sequence,
a sweeping sentiment of sweet innocence;
in the equilibrium of your natural habitat.

Just a rain clouds tears away.

A utopian notion,
broken reluctance inspired by emotions.
A colloquial calmness
confronts the surface,
we burrow
down,
deeper,
for the winter in preparation of the hibernate soul;

The harsh cold paradise takes toil into the parable.
In the midst of Nirvana with a frozen heart.
A lake remains.
The tears turn to rain and solidify likes scars.
The reign is over,

You melt into my arms.
  Jan 2016 a
Jemoh
Society is rigged by regulations
They've become ruinous to our very existence
Reduced us to savages, that we're not
We've become accustomed to it
Submerged to our very extinction
Gusping for every breath, to be heard.
If only these walls would  crumble

Why let others be the drivers on this perilous road
Our destiny is only ours
Shall we strive for it
The rear window is reminiscent of where we've come from
It's a constant reminder of what we choose not to inherit
We mustn't despair
If only these walls would crumble

That which amalgates us is mighty
Our diversity shouldn't be our adversity
We must take charge
Rewrite our history
That which dictates upon us must be banished
We mustn't allow for this walls to take hold
Apartheid must be challenged at all costs. We can't live a lie and choose to be in a situation where we pick and choose what we believe to be rights.
A lie told so many times can be mistaken to be the truth.
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