It was a day. I got crowned and became her man. Love was so pink it made the ink of my pen run. The sheets were stained and we were blind. Blind in love. Giggles, smiles, blushing and connection. We had the whole world in our hands... And then the glance opened a chance for the entrance of that man who has the material romance. A glance inspired by the sparkling material things.

Oh how easy she smiles when he takes her for a ride. Oh how wide her thighs open when that paper is rolling. This rich image a prerequisite for controlling... And you're in the shade watching it all happen. She gets picked up and taken places you can only be an employee in. Never will you feel like a boy in a league of men. Men who are making it happen. Men who need not nag or trail for a simple "yes".

There's a truth you don't see and that is she is not yours truly. Oh you were programmed growing up that the woman you love will belong to you. Oh you were lied to by your role models growing up that there is a formulae to prevent a woman from cheating. Except they had huge ego's and that's where they lived. So you're in a state of utter shock and awe... How could she? How could he?

There is a deeper truth to face and it's not what you did or didn't do, It has always been what you can offer, how far you can take her. It's all about her, don't you get it. Her ego, her security. Her heart, her excessive needs. And all you were doing was filling the gaps in the reservoir. Turns out many were contributing to the self of she.

Love you said you felt, was it love for love's sake or love for her curves, pretty face and pleasure-cake. Love you said you felt, was it truly love or the image she created which gave you street credit. Was it the love for the security of your ego, making you look good. Or was it for the goodness of love.

It is a sad affair, and the lessons are in the tears shed. The sadness spreads in the abyss of her loneliness, convinced the price of gold will define her glamour some day...
It is a sad affair, when you thought you were the best it could ever get for her. That you were  her forever and she your Eve to even the flops and failures of the past.

Souls scrambling for their best form, trying to pair... Although in these relations souls constantly compare...
Who said she'd be your lover alone and that she cannot be shared?
Was it the norms defined by society, well search for more definitions to expand your vocabulary
Who said that she belonged to you?
And who said relationships were perfect? And aren't you irresponsible for not searching who the founders of the manufacturing of relationships are?

Watch and imagine as the one you love sings ******* to the one you despise
Watch as the fake image of awesomeness meets its demise
See that all the sleeping around is a result of absent fathers
Conceive that the game is in women's hands and that it's the twist of evolution
Surrender to your weaknesses and find strength in them
Believe in love and endure the pains and burns, for one day if you loved truly it will all come back to you certainly.


By: Nhlanhla Moment

I am blind, can you not see?
I am trying to fly, can you please free
It is a confusing world, please help me be
Allow me to know myself in you, I am your seed
I am the blood stains wherever you bleed
I became a ***-stain when you
forget me and leave

Father, oh Father please, help
  the child be all he can be

In the borders of my inexperience, I
  search for your wisdom
As your prince I long to learn your ways of running this kingdom
When I am restless, direct me so that
I don’t shackle myself; heading for prison
Orchestrate the beat of my soul that I may have the voice to sing song
Warn me in the path of pursuing my destiny
   That I may know when I am wrong
Help me learn the fabric of love and choose carefully between queen and frog

Father, oh Father please, save the
   child in misty days of fog

I roll, I crawl, I fall, I walk, I run I climb and jump
As my shepherd, my light, guide me to
     heal this immaturity lump
By way of dimensional thinking, help me
    learn about the depths of **** and thump
Instill the pearls that inspire a woman to look at a man as the strength
She cannot dump

Father save the child, Father please
   appease the imbalance of society out
  of sagacious gump-tion

From boy to man, a soul has the world in its hands
He will be judged by his shoulders, chest
  and the way he wears his pants
His achievement will be measured by
   the life he invests in the hour glass
He will be encouraged to be independent
and provide for his sass
His cognition will be determined by
his work and how he passes the test
… So a home he’ll build and start
a family until retirement or death
rests his ***  

Father, oh father please, give the boy the tools to become a man so that he
may learn that the Universe has a plan.
So that he may be given that chance to
work with his mind and his hands to pass
the test of life and make his name last
Father Save the Child.

Don't forget that I remember that you
have a memory. Gay yet mellow
knitting this momentous tapestry,
embracing moments of you and me...
And I will remember thee