Take a lonely stroll through the park of life Why not kick a stone whilst you’re there to enjoy the mood? Turn and face the oncoming sweep of hatred with pitchforks at your throat All you did was kick a little stone. The rope is tight, it cuts and you bleed But try to smile as the hateful hands stroke at you with enviable despise. They drag you through dirt that scathes your façade. But still you show what’s left of your smile. The ropes pull and off you fly behind hooves of hatred, gored and disfigured you cheerfully drag yourself up from behind the horse. The horse **** tearing at your wounds as you try to stand. Such a crowd You wave at your fans and they pelt you with vinegar, acid bubbles into the bastardised crevices, your legs buckle as you’re yanked from behind , your eyes falter as you watch your essence snake out into the rabble. They lick at your heels as your mind begins to wander. Back to the block. You come to, the crowd is cheering They’re happy and so you thank your audience. Your eyes adjusting to the love as the axe blade cracks your neck through to the jaw leaving your disfigured skull rolling down into the dispersing gathering.
the sun to boil my heart, scream of hell in moonlight kiss, the substance of my urging soul, a world to murmur for my joy, I am beyond the nature of perception, angels cry the beauty of my strife, I’m left alone in the absolute unknown, my eyes are diamonds in the night, a shaft of evil melting high, the sun engulfs my innocence, my youth, my urge boils deeper and deeper, profound mist of scents and energies.
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Jay-Z. 5C. Poetry. Listen to Me. It’s only a Dream. On.
Brooklyn’s hometown brother Raised by his single mother Many said he didn’t stand a chance Dealing crack ******* Doing the gang dance
Roc-A-Fella Top Seller Rapping acapella Crafty story teller
Reaching for interstellar heights Under the bright, bright lights No longer in the darkness of night Affecting crowds with great delight
He is in everyone’s favour A pop culture icon and a savior He had certainly been put to the test Now living a life of great success He has triumphed, He has been blessed He stands proud and tall above all the rest
I replied, He is the One One Man Army An Icon of Selflessness Dedication Morality Who never gonna stop Fighting for us Till he wins
And again he stands And again he have to fast And again we stay mute And again the game is on
Till he wins - - Till he wins - - Till he wins - - Till he wins - - Till he wins
Some things are best If left unspoken
Is that clear enough?
Genre: Inspirational Author's Note: What drives someone to the limit where we never dream of? In solidarity to Dr. GKC who never give up to change the health system of Nepal. It's Day 22nd of hunger strike, 15th hunger strike in a count.
Shackled imprisoned in an oval office Called Robben island Transformed Unshackled twenty seven years later Freed a nation from an apartheid regime Inspired the world from the Grand parade A Universal Icon Humanitarian *** laude Now honoured in the halls of Valhalla Glorifying God...Looks upon us With Love from the heavenly realm INKULULEKO AHLULA
A tribute to the late great President Nelson Mandela on his hundredth birthday 18th July 1918 to 18 July 2018
I want to be famous I want to be known I want to be loved by the masses
I want a stage to perform I want millions of people to scream my name I want the world to shed tears when they hear my voice
I want to be an icon I want to dress in designer clothes I want to be on the cover of every magazine
I want the press to write about my talent I want the press to write about my beauty I want the press to write about my grace
I want to break world records I want to go down in history as the best I want to be remembered forever
I then realize that with fame comes a jarring sense of loneliness Because although you have millions of fans that chant your name And a cast of characters that help you succeed And expensive clothes And all the money in the world No one knows, and will ever know, who you truly are And you won’t ever know the people or their story Because you’ve become a two-dimensional figure with No flaws No insecurities No regret With no time to spend on anyone but yourself
It’s funny When you’re famous, everyone knows who you are And yet You don’t understand a thing about what you’ve become.
"I don't think I could think of a single thing that's more isolating than being famous." - Lady Gaga