Respect a fool to avoid noise.
Clever people die fast but fools live long.
Elders said short cut's are dangerous
Indeed its true.
Poverty will never be ended
Only poor can be chopped a little.

Risking life for rhino horn is not a solution.
God need to be thanked for what he gave you not what you choose to have.

Digging up your own grave before God prepare you a nice place to rest.
Remember every cent you have is a thanks to God .

Money have no garden so don't try to  cultivate it.
Those who have million wish to have billions and those who have hundreds wish to have thousands.

Stop money laundering.
Stop rhino horn poaching.
Drop that call is killing our ears.

Life is not for sale.
Live once die once..
We were born with nothing we will die and baried with nothing

In life we need to accept what we have.

You are my shining star.
In the morning you wake me up.
At night you appear to bright on top of my head and the darkness covered me like a blanket so that I can have a peaceful sleep.

Everyone is pointing the finger on you, but they can't hold you because you are mine.

Your beauty stole my heart.
Then I choose you between the moon and the sun.

The clouds tryed to close my way so that I can't view your image,but you kept running away from them because you knew I was the one.

You are the most wonderful star I ever got and you will always be my heart.

When I am hungry I eat poetry.
When I am thirsty I drink poetry.
When I am angry I fight poetry.
When some body make a joke I laugh poetry.

Being in need of relationship I propose poetry.
Resting and  playing I do poetry.
My life is poetry and I  will die poetry

Poetry is my healer.
Heal me and mend my broken heart.
During stress its becoming my reliever.

When I am happy I sing it.
In sad moments it is my comforter.
Every head node when I speak it
Smile when I read it.
Laugh when I joke it.

I will live with it
Because is my food that keep me going .

When I walk alone I walk like a fighter ready to fight and everyone shift to let me move on .

When I walk with my partner I walk like a king and look at her like my Queen.

Smiling, shaking hands ,hugging each other like a kids playing tennis ball rolling down fighting to catch it with their hands.

Being respected by everyone ,Mr and Mrs become our first names followed by our surnames.

Every creature said wow what a wonderful couple.
Families bond together like no separation will take place.

Unhappy times one will walk two meters from another ,like they naver met each other.

After a while ,where a thunderstorm destroyed it return to finish the work it started

Walking distance is painful.
Keep walking together
Far is where we come from
If we look back we will never reach our journey

If camera could capture the emotion
You would surely hurt me
To show I am mad for you
But I would makeup through smile
To prove you wrong!!!

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How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.

I can feel you undulating
Unraveling neath my kitten claws
And I want more

How fast would a car have to be going -
how many pounds per square inch till we collide and
My spine shatters like a pane of glass glimmering scattered along stretches of asphalt on a scorching summer afternoon?
Your shaking hands fumble to retrive yourself - tiny fractals of a crystallized moment and you -
I peer into each one to behold my teeth as in a dream -
Teeth falling from lips overflowing with apologetic acid
and they all reflect an unnamed series of secondary and tertiary emotions blasting through your subconscious like a prion folding intself into insanity
Still you grind my face into the pavement, desperation pushing you to find one that is not - is not - blinding -
Hand in hand we run on the beach, kicking sand into each other's eyes.