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Kabelo Maverick Apr 2014
***** head with seeming precarious fingers, pardon me...
               Just trying to recall the happy days, humble beginnings of a timorous kindergarden me...
Memory like a polaroid picture of lost lunch boxes and crayons, head jam
   No signs of Melodies or paranoid features in say...building blocks or clay toys instead of bread and jam
Red Marks on my Maths book from a merciless nun, but an exit wound
                    She loved to dread the spark, hence I took a meticulous calm to ace it good
Found Moses path to split the World like the Red Sea and find Yahweh
Spear Shakespeare's head with a prose of my own like a dead seed to sprout again...
This openness of eternity will at times bring empty wells
and hopelessness in creativity like three times when the Messiah fell
So I'll think of the End, finish and pass through this stage
With the Ink of the Pen about an inch to tattoo this page.
K.Penmanship
Kabelo Maverick Apr 2014
Flashbacks of a juvenile burning curiosity like the charm of a snake, outside looking in...And all the setbacks between the two sides luring the tediosity to take some straight on the side while school is in.
Big ups, the cotton wool is pulled over our eyes, how do you shape-shift between freedom and destruction?? I pick you up through the rotten like a fool even though I know inside I can't escape a stiff one, while you lead them down that path of destruction. The comfort of Noah being a drunk is naive, I delve in your chemical name called Spirits. That's why you're a demon drug like how Eve and Adam were beguiled into this subliminal game and lost the Sphinx. Master of inebriation, you're probably the cause of an Old Man's flaws or the reason why we lost our Love for...The Answer to Liberation, seeing Old Timers and Mentors slip and fall on odour tavern floors...
Excuse me and watch your step, tomorrow they might think I'm on drugs coz' of your transgressions. Exclude me and watch you're back, you never know...they might just think I'm a **** coz' of your aggression. Exorcise in solitude and stop disturbing the peace between families and friends. Our Sisters are now exercising fortitude in the fog, curbing their dreams by imbibing in fantasies and trends.
Pains to see Good Men possessed out of success and in denial...
But then again Real Men will profess out of such stress and be the Lion.

Hear that...craziness cunning hard for a kiss of ***,
"You wanna forget your troubles?"
I say Cheers to that blaziness coming hard...you can kiss my ***,
"Give me another double".
Inspired by: Ursula Rucker
Kabelo Maverick Apr 2014
If the best plan is impromptu
   Then I suppose I'll be a Man of Tomorrow
If there's a constant beat in my chest
Then I have a constant need to chance
If time is timeless
Then why make mine all about stress?
If I can wake, prepare and iron my shirt
Then I suppose I could awake, be aware and find my search
If every death is fate
Then I suppose every breath is faith
And if tomorrow never comes
Then I guess I better come...
The Power of the Third Eye
Kabelo Maverick Apr 2014
Five AM, dawn
Like dead and God just woke up
Eyes blink to rekindle, yawn
Mind reinstates the system with an unfastened locker
Predator is prey
Rebels tie boots and camouflage through Monday.
“At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality...We must strive every day so that this love of living humanity will be transformed into actual deeds, into acts that serve as examples, as a moving force.”
-Ernesto "Che" Guevara
Kabelo Maverick Apr 2014
The Sound of delight as the truck tyre rolls on the silent gravel
    The clamorous sound of a Child torrents, and marks the race to calls heard by the 'siren devil'
                 Dusty feet running with cries of others who can't afford that red ice drenched in syrup
Ouma stunning, as a child dampens her tunic with red eyes pressed to see them
Hand reaches in my pocket coined with the Old
Man, I'm missing those times with no dockets for stealing a coin from the Old.
Return to Innocence
Kabelo Maverick Apr 2014
Get that Boy nerdy, a coy from the get-go
The poignancy of things nature on...
Let the Soil ***** him, a ploy from the ghetto
and the point they can't see brings Change along

Plasma splash from head bust
The numbness from a kiss of ***
I can't believe I'm open...

Plus my cash disappeared must
nonetheless forget it, coz' it's done...
I can't believe it's an Omen.
K.penmanship
Kabelo Maverick Apr 2014
Create your own evolution
Even fools grow to a solution
Lose all senses but your own in essence
For times lost and alone in lessons
Learn to be your own teacher
In the pits of Pain
Then see your own feature
In the Spirit of Change
A Spiritual Awareness that brings about the Elevation of Self.
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