When time has been your enemy,
Reality makes you a slave of time,
What’s worth in you become the worse.
A smile that kept me walking each day
faded in my sight, from a citizen to fugitive
with my blood poison, my love has
climbed hills and mountains of passion,
fall and stumble in the hands of fate,
so weak that even my faith got lost,
roaming with no peace, A ‘lost’ Soul

Never have I ever tendered my resignation,
Life’s so great in my auspicious hopes,
With this robust arm of armor that blaze
overtime, Feeble as nothing overblown,
like a broken record oozing confidence,
feeling trapped and caged, dictated by
strain of my beloved compeer phases,
rendered those worth in me ungrateful,
devalued their opinion, as their grumpy
face say one thing “I wish things did not
change” living them depressed and stressed,
with me stuck in this covey of troubled souls,
trapped in an alley, a path of my last days,
like a deaf I was, I wish I never had sight.
With no ability to overcome.

Like dawn after darkness comes a light,
A dream that stall, I deem to fall and sleep
in too deep, as a moon that smile so bright,
gaze in passion!!! my sight so daze in peep,
never been weary in a lace of delicacy.
Engulf by a present that feel like a sip,
To all I construe in the realm of ecstasy.
Keeps me so close to ever feel that lip,
With glimpse of what’s not to be!! a skeptic,
Fantasy, flow as reprisal for mortal death
that speaks, deception of epic
limbo love before earth

WHAT IS LOVE
Like a star falling from the sky ,
we are born through grace with the
sentiment of love and tenderness, our
hearts filled with joy and laughter in
the beauty of our smile from birth , we
are born and raised in love even when
we can't love back the love that loved us
ever since, hardships and heart break
changes us to the core, when darkness
rise in favor of failure and rejection, we
lean on redemption, yet still our hearts
drown in the stream of sorrows ,emotions
grow tall in the process we grow fond and
forget that our soul is the only source that
can reach the depth, length, breadth of love,
love has has become an ideal

IM NOT PERFECT I'm not a perfect person there are so many things I did and didn't do but I continue learning, as shield to my beloved ones, i shouldn't the reason they get hurt, if i did its being mortal and something i have to live with everyday, with wish that all the pain they've gone through vanish, be the one that catches the tears of my creation, like a broken toy life molded my imperfection as token of my fate, I'm not perfect person I lie, I cheat , make mistakes, I do all these bad possible things and wrong choices  ,although,  it's not like I did nothing good , we are just living in the world where people remembers 1 wrong doing and forget all the 99 things you've done right

FROM MOZAMBIQUE TO SOUTH AFRICA AND THE STRUGGLE IN BETWEEN
from Mozambique to the belly of the queen mother Afrika,
we were born soldiers, strangled from the arms of our mothers,
strangers to our engraved fathers in their early graves,
starve and strive in the command of our commanders,climb
and fall hills of many mountains, with countless bodies i carried
in my arms, moved from one camp to another, with blood of my
comrades fled in the river, as crocodiles tumble and roles with
them, they scream and cried while we crossed the Crocodile River.
a refuge toe to giant Afrika our queen mother, this has become
our home too, regardless of the chaos we've rendered. i know no
memories but nightmare in the surface of Mozambique, they see the beauty of its minerals and crops, the tremendous sea and scattered
informal settlement for farming left by my people to south
Africa, but in true essence i see graves, grenades, and guns
buried in the bodies of my comrades from Mozambique to
south Africa and the struggle in between

In the beauty of these eyes I have a story to tell, We are born blind with no clue of what are eyes can do, the miracle light could bring ,life becomes a strange journey till our eyes learn to see, open wide the world is so infinite in these tiny eyes,sometimes our eyes tear our heart till we wish not to open them anymore, the things we see , the torture ,the experience , the torment that hunt and slay us bleeding till we wish, blessed are those in the realm of blindness. In the beauty of these eyes i have a story to tell, I have seen better, in the beauty of their blindness my eyes have seen much more exquisite creature a nature have made, deep down in those glowing eyes , I've seen a movie trail of treasured series, terrifying , sad, hopeless, joyful as they are, I've seen strength and bravery , as weak as I have been ,I've meet the mother of intelligence, a story teller, as many stories these eyes can tell there is no better story than the beautiful story these eyes have seen, in the beauty of these eyes I have story to tell.

Sing sing sing ...to sing a song so so so ... So devoured.... On the 11/11/16 A princess was born , all nations  rises , kings and Queen's bow in their tearing eyes , field with joy and laughter  , to cherish this day for a blessing life brought, as u grew up and walk in the valley of shadows, you will sometimes stumble , fall and crawl,  as you soldier on through thin and think may your failure becomes your motivation even when your dreams are shattered and scary nights falls, never sleep to dream or dream to sleep or think to think for I know there is no faith of fate that can fake the faith of fate, for I know who you are, a princess that will become a queen and you are destined to do great things

My sweet loving heart so true, the night so young, wind blows, trees smile in their winter glow,darkness rise, the morning fall,grown so old in that darkness grief , the night groan, tearing shining stars retaire, hurtful thoughts still awake, heart's in a shadow smile, hope dies, heart broken , artful troubled mind of a dying wish for a lost soul crawl, chances cries, redemption fails, mercy rewrite my life,if loving hurts my heart never loved

Its just another old sad same story, where you fall in love again deeper and deeper, where the spark of love that long lonely gone spark again, but you wish to change page 33 of chapter three, trying to stop that repeated song of heart breaking, when minds starts to colides, wind blows and papers start singing the sad slow fast violent song, the war begins, hell starts, regrets take over, its no love no pain, no pain no gain its just the same old story

When I was young I used to dream nd wish to get older then that happened but I've realized the stress of being old is much more than the teenage drama I used to get through, the stress of having that solid life is much worser than the stress of high school, the stress of wishing is much lesser than the stress of pushing harder  but still find your self in the same page, the stress of which u have to report off everyday is much better than the stress you have to handle everyday, the stress of seing your family falling apart is much better than the stress of trying to bind your family together but it keeps falling apart, the stress of things which are far from you is much better than the stress your part of in anyway

I have made my self a slave, waving a goodbye to the touch of joy,kissing the smell of fear that traps and ground my heart,never have I swallow the partition of my emotions, living my heart with scars, digging this lonely grave for my corpse,bragging this giant bravery, shining my days to the eyes of this world, with my heart in the light of darkness, while searching for my safe heaven that I I feel is filled with dust and smoke, for this I rest my attempts

The women of blessings,a heart of mission,a brain of peace,a soul of vision, a dream maker, a Queen of Kings, who rules many kingdom of wisdom, a commander in chief, a fighter, a fighter who is a winner, a winner who never quit, Guided like an angel on earth, so weak as she appear, yet whole heartedly super stronger, than those lifting *******, who physically and emotionally wreck them, calling them names, the foolish, the stupid, the weak, the cowards, the wicked, the evil but I look and see super heroes, clades, phenomenal,sweethearts and best friends

Like a rebel I flee from exquisite fate of deception,
Neither a knight of a night nor no day by both,
Watch brave man knows neither sun nor moon,
Slavering From conveyors, chisel and shovels,
Victimized of labor with a distraction to ultimate
Prize, while the politicians Serves through favor
Adjudication, feeding the Masters of the game,
Who strike at dawn till gloom, silence predators,
Animals, strike down, seizing, killing and ignoring
The Yelling, pushing the agenda of 1985 speech,
Using the Nelson Mandela image with the Big 5 as their
Lucky charm, to muting Africa’s consciousness
Wisdom for our freedom, detaining our brains in
Chains to keep their game on, I resign from their
Design, using us against us to build their golden castle
To live us so cold in a Convoy at their feet

I was conceived innocent, loving and loyal;
Before i set my foot and eyes on the soul of
The african soil, knew no lies, suffering or
Remorse, caused no pain or hate as i travelled
Over decades of life, i saw the moon and the
Sun shift from a night to a day, proven ‘n’
Approved, only earth revolve, nature lied on
My sight, proven; not all things are way we see
Them to be do not blame me for my bitterness,  
Betrayal or brutality, that’s how earth presented,
It’s self before me, but honor my humbleness,
Honesty and humanity was born to do great
And amazing things, if my deeds at times be error
Or narrow nor my intent are ironic

I started to count to make it count the time my time need, on may that may it be the dream, i dream no fate of faith is fake, to fake the faith of fate , the truth is true i hate to hate, when i try to try but my mind just mind, when i think to think , early late before is too late, to sense the sense you believe to believe you can make it in time, when you have effort to put more effort, you dream to sleep or sleep to dream, but the dream never sleep, be tight to tight your figure to figure the rest to rest,though your dream never rest, even if is even my time never wait

never mind how many times you have to fall before you rise, how many times you have to cry before you smile, how many times you have to stay in the light of darkness before you reach the dawn, always act like a free soul even when our emotions are captive, say yes even when the situation say no, share no tears even when your enemies hunt your success, stand still in your instability even if it means using a single leg, make no complain but compliment what is meant to be, so you can learn to live with what you cant change and change what you can live with, cherish and embrace all your memories , good or bad, because that's what life has taught you

The real of my imagination, i was once a disciplined child, yearned once in a life time yet had too much to ask, with too much in mind,or mind to ask, in this world of good reflection, deception and rejection that trouble or double my mind arrors, ecstacy of fantasy to better the bitter sensetive sound of m echoing solitude song, tune out the vital volme of violent voices, of selfish self preservation pleasure, crowded by cowards, who win no fair fight to those of rely on reality, no doubt of the dawn, some pursed their lips to curse, i rest my worst; ever since, to call for redeemption my protection, only God knows i want to brake free

My life's happening,the good and the bad, my future is my past and my past is my present, those who knows it better call it experience, i can't do anything today because it seems like my future belongs in my past and is hard to convince my present that not that i belong there but somethings somewhere in there went wrong,  that even when my presence presents a present its self before the present,a calling for the future, my past still whisper and terrorize every effort my present pulled through, my future my past im just a middle man who watch the the watch and learned to stay with what my past wronged so my present can enslave my awaiting future,my past is my past, my present is my future

What can a man do, helpless as we are hopeless, believe it or not, the only truth about human existance is that; both the rich, the poor, the wise, the foolish, the good, the evil, we are all slaves to destiny, no matter how we try to change it, deny it, fact is; it is the end of it all, we live at the mercy of destiny, though destiny can not be dissapointed as for man live and die, so will you and i; destiny is the ultimate decider of a man's reality, never have i stood aside when man rise and fight their battles, watch man suffer and die at the hands of destiny, then i knew that if we are really slaves of destiny, we must not always slave in tears and hardship, we can atleast slave in dignity and comfort

Hhe lived before, now and will always live, he is the creator and the keeper of the living, he is the king of kings, the ruler of rulers, he is the master peace, he is life, he is love, when everybody laughs at you, hurts you, abandon you, he stand by you, stand with you, sthreangthen you, when you think you had enough of this life, he is a powerdul,pure,righteous and faithful ''God'', even when you feel like letting go of this life, feel like you are on your own, he makes you feel that you are not alone, because he knows your problems, he knows your needs and above all he knows your happiness, his will can not be changed, undone and will never be shaken, he is kindnes, goodness and tanderness, his yoke reign for peace and comfort, when your afraid he will give you courage, when you fall he wiil lift you, when your lost he is your way, when you fail he will forgive you, when your broken he will mend you, he is the first and the last, the begining and the end, he is a living God, all you need to do is to believe and call his name '' FATHER'' he will provide

a calling of a midnight, thou art slavery to lust,aim and shame, the long lost hour though thee captive heart never berg, with no intent to oppose,thou wish,praise,give to my joy mistress, though art never complaint, shout nor renounce the silence, a castle king only not my mistress approve, time, patience and affort bind us not, swing to sing my mistress lovers song, that decode amuse to remote everyone not only my mistress approval, limited to no amount of belief,faith and hope,with no less to rest my worst, thou art mute,absent or silence pure believers to be enslaved, admit,hour,reality and goodness of bravery nor wisdom answers ,though wiseman canst bear slavery to faith and hope, only fate my mate to bate

A gestural Bad omen upon thy departure,
Wide awake with mistresses in white dresses,
Radically rude nor haunted by hate of fate,
Perjured to be doctors right hand man, thou
Canst bear any more napkins nor feeding skeletons,
Ward of changing faces, daily new files and sheets,
Dwell to witness Groan and roar men, Die of torment,
Terror nor Trauma, Thou Death be thy ally, savior

Nor conciliator, with thee thy flash rest ‘n soul delivery
Unto thy maker, No more garden of life nor a dream land
thy wish not to be, Shall there be any better way to die?
If dost in white dresses be swell’st Mistresses, well beseem
Of Proven quest, Passionate, and delicate, this be no
Army for every Brave men

Her beauty afflict everyone thorough,
All my offenses rear, abroad are erroneously,
Thy blood fall unto the hands of enormity,
When abortion sin demise sentence approval,

Storming her world with sorrow and pain,
Brunette cursed this day for her innocence,
She rumble and crumble when no one listen her voice,
When they afflux for her condemnation in
What is forbidden for her life to be confiscated?

She prayed and hymn for that moment when there was
No time and hope to alter fatuous decision,
She crossed a sovereign tribunal when she contrasted,
The mighty king sovereign,
Her flop wrecked surmise scant,

She appeared strange in a ballad,
Sympathetic dwell in truth of innocent slaughter,
A path of death knew no one

The Days were cursed when gybe of akin
Bond were confined, thou compelled him to thee will,
Treachery define thee as my reason to cry,
Your eyes denoted evil in our first summer,

With warm hands I took you as my own,
You were dispatched to excavate the pain I ever wanted to feel,
You extirpated us since from the winter
With your eager to whack innocent souls,
You are obliged to your intent demigod,

My parents divorced for him to be your own,
He cries for his past that denoted ardour as you tear him apart,
If there is any part of you as human I doubt it,
You are cranky to know his secret those are your differences,
He is warm and you’re cold

DEDICATION
Life is about choices,
Some are horrible, some are perfect,Some are ABOUT to
Choose between life and death
You had anything that takes
To be a completely woman…….
He didn’t left you because you are
Selfish, the history that you both hand
Indeed it had become an obstacle,
He was a great joy in your life, yet

That now turned to be a huge
Pain in your back some kind of life can
Make you hate to live
It can make you hate to trust, there in
No need to blame yourself
You are the best as you
Can see the failure has escaped, because he couldn’t catch the heat,

But this is about to bring peace
To your mind and also your heart,
You wear the great dream
Of all mans, but you choose
To be with one who where
Not worth it, remember that this didn’t
Change anything
But the kind of life that you lived,
You still have what it take to be
Who you wanted to be all along

Time has passed, too many opportunities
You missed, everyone can see you wasted
Your time for nothing,
Your heart is sour……… but you have let him go, You can’t help something that is
Helpless, all you can do is to
Use that potential to mend the
Brocken heart,

Failures cry all day…. night that
They had been left behind, yet those who
Are wise enough cry to find a way
To forget about the past and
Continue with their journey
You will always be the best
Of your past!

In the memory of anonymous,

For as long as I can remember,
You came to my life accidental,
And all I understand is that you needed help

In memory of anonymous

Rehab is where everyone go for change,
Yet no matter how much you have changed,
You deserve to pay the price for the things you have done,
You were a stranger which everyone would understand,
You did the negatives of the right things......everyone knows

In memory of anonymous

You were left behind as an infant,
You are everything you are today, its all because of him
You did everything he needed you to do as he was not asking you,
You didn’t have anything to thank him for always being there for you,



He raised you like his own son,
Yet he cost you for the rest of your life,
Which now you have to live your life on the other side of the world,

In memory of anonymous

You left me only with a latter
It has everything which is useful,
Yet within me, without you it was never useful,
You have live the life of the other person, and
Now you wanted to start your own,
Yet the life you lived before has destroyed your life,
I don’t know where to find you as much as everyone never knew
Where you come from everyone knows that you are dead

In memory of anonymous
For as long as I can remember
I will see you again!

SOLD TO THE DEVIL
Life to human perception it’s logic,
I see Life as a gift, life is precious,
Preset death for life to end is evil,
Who has a right over life?
Only he who gave life is trope,
Human, Nature, Love and Command
God made it that way,

Money, fame and celebrity for
Misery and vulnerability, life is no more,
Unintelligibly death barely noticed,
Why willing the riches of the witches,
This world is no more,
You sold your soul to the devil,
Questioning all the suffering your life
For unnecessary fortune to spend on your
Last quartern

What kind of a covenant signed through blood
And blood sharing of the innocent?
Is it the work of a devil or the word?
Only the blood of Christ for the covenant,
You sold your soul to the devil,

God cast the demon on earth for he knew
The power vested in us, with grace
We are blessed to defeat this demon
A noble purpose inspires sacrifice,
Stimulates innovation and advocate perseverance
We are blessed we are blessed

TO WHOM IT MAY COCERN
Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, dragging you in my snuggle, Like a swirling wind
Tosses fallen grass, you know no guilty or remorse, believes
Conscience, rules and law, domain in pain and fear,
The exquisite music of life and death, heart of a rock
They call me the cremator. Known
By the name prince of darkness

Run Run Run, I seek you hide
You shriek the sight of you, one reckless move
I find you, giving you all the rationalities for your devotion,
Tailing and nailing every last of your kind unto my dish,
Tossing you to the realm of doom and gloom though
My intent to you has never been ideationally

SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
Book down both my idleness and memories,
Come the 52nd summer, through ship to ship
The last sail from city to city, the perturb To Contempt
Thy will at time remain snub, hath my time being
Hoaxed with an irony to bare my dream, for my family,
my slug Hit the deepest of my wish, with an arm to an
Armor, though my gentle verse never indulge volitionary,
What’s Worth in me hath grown, neither my dream
Extant, to whom shall I sell? Thy portrait reckon without
understanding The captivity my dreams, to whom
shall I cry My bootless fate?, Hast thee forsaken  me?
Thou art trouble me not , Thee Succeed  anyone
In an unflagging quest for a word, though art’s will
For sinners, saint and believers never change

METHODS
The supreme extinct of my species,
The legend of the east,
Known as the method of simplification,
The method of consciousness carnage,
The accumulator of the deceased

Omitting natured cause, to
Distort all parts of nature,
Yet retained from the moon and the sun,
Succeeded all the systematic empiric methods,
Yet decimally miscarried to Bring forth soul,

From BC to AC till Century factuality,
Thee methods to incinerate, to
Portray the impossible to possible,
Oh poor twisted nature,  
Always in fear of toxic groom for earlier harvest,
Proven in black and white

HEART OF A MOTHER
The one who took my heart
You never took me to the moon
Yet you brought me to the sun
I have never been near the sky
But you took me to play in the rain

Like a super mom in my eyes, you were
Super burned in your memories, seen so many
Women who use selfless devotion wind up having
Less self to give to their loved one, been on your
Sight in your worst, the sacrifice of debt which some
Are priceless

How can I repay that debt? You went through hardship
For hard work, I cannot count the bruise or morning I
Heard you groaning, always wonders of yours scars
Yet you kept saying it was ok, has it in my eyes?

You never chosen any easy way out and been too frazzled
To squeeze in anything for you, moment after moment
It was me before you neither did you gave up, always lean
On your feet like a soldier for protection, I will never ask
For a better mother.

Like an adversity onrushes imminently,
Thy evolvement feeble you,
The assailant of my riches at most,
Impede this generation to limp down,
Falling on your entangle, twitching studiously
In an advertent common knowledge,

Knowing your existence that your part of me,
Even when I’m not, terrorizes everything I touch,
To whom shall I convey my incarceration?
The reluctant of my righteous to scheme you,
Strung the extension on the same leash,

Sweet memories inhabit this shack,
This house, these cars, this fame, I know sometimes I
Wish I didn’t have this life, these tenacious memories,
We had nothing but a felicitous life, having only grains
Was enough, depicting a smile with pain,
Fear and joy on my school Departure,
But you never grouch

Your silence became tremendous,
You perished on the face of earth,
Thou never subsisted till my wish,
Through asperity, fear and pain
I am who I am for you

AFRICA

A land so rich
A land where a settler settled
I call you by name ooh Africa
A land that is so sumptuous and ample
A continent of trait that not only I construe
A land so modest yet cumulate all nations wide
A continent where neighbors endlessly come to go

AFRICA
What do you do when I do?
I have been and still the culprit of your misfortune
I cloak in bargain muteness to clutch your fortune
I depicted that you can’t be on your own for me to smugly
I dish only for myself and replicate to my safe home
I rejoice whilst you last in your decayed land
I scale the degree of my home’s fortune
That definitive its own range whilst you remain wretched

AFRICA
What do you do when I do?
You spectate all my moves without evolvement
You call me master whilst you remain impoverished
You are suppressed by mentally inferior
You dictate your move on my command
Africa awake……Africa awake