#punished
how far does personal anger reach?
with fingerprints on interconnected, intercontinental missiles?
and where anger at injustice is Heaven sent?
(reaching to the very depths of all that is secret in the mind and heart).
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
No good deed, goes unpunished
it's the rule, the law, of the land
No good deed, goes unpunished
it's just a part, of a much bigger plan
Saving the damsel, or prince
and making sure that all the trolls pay
yes, saving the unknown villain
it's only the part, that you're duped, into play
When comes the end of the story
and you've done every deed, that you can
seeking to right every wrong, every evil
a fault in every, all....plans
No, no good deed...goes unpunished
a tear in the eye, at the end of the day
Every good deed, will be punished
it's just as it should be, leaving no words, left to say
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC
There is not one
Which I have not rewarded,
One I have not punished.
From Cyrus To Moses
And each of their children,
That is their nations.
From Rome to Germany
And their siblings,
That is their family.
You stand with your tribe
And you stand against the species.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
True respect stems from love not fear.
If a child respects a parent out of love, and does something bad and gets away with it, their guilt will consume them and they may confess and do the right thing.
If a child respects a parent out of fear, they will simply be happy they did not get punished and avoided fear.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
skin is the paper
the knife replaces the pen
remove lives mistakes
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
My intoxicating & love filled eyes whom you did admire,
Are now filled up with revenge's fire...
My sweet cherry lips you loved,
Have now ****** the saltiness of my tears & are now poisoned...
You loved my rosy nails,
Who now have been transformed into the iron's nails,
The ocean of tears in which you left me to drown,
Have flooded me & now my heart is nothing but a deserted town...
Now I ain't the tender teen girl whom you could easily cheat,
Now I'm a lioness of this forest whom badly nobody can treat...
So now dare you not to look at me,
Cause the acid you spread in my life is burning yet in my eyes...
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 12:21 PM UTC
He could have walked away,
For there were many a reason to do so;
But he never did;
He was there through the highs and lows.
I gave him many a reason
To walk away for good;
And yet he stayed beside me
While I was in his neighbourhood.
There were panic attacks, crying,
Semi madness, paranoia;
All the usual consequences of
Being assaulted a year earlier.
There were so many times
I expected him to be gone;
I warned him in fact that -
I’m not worthy – my people are gone!
There is no need to put up with me,
Its not good for your health;
I’m used to people disappearing,
I’ll deal with things myself.
For I am being punished,
It’s how its meant to be;
At least for those of us assaulted
....in the middle of the sea.
But of course he didnt understand,
He’s from a different culture;
He wasn’t afraid to hold my hand
And protect me from the torture.
He has probably never met anyone
As mad and unstable as me;
Coming to stay in Soweto
And feeling so totally free.
He saw my love of Soweto,
For the children, the people, and more;
He spent so much time exploring his home with me –
He’d learnt which combi to get door to door!
When I had to get to clinics,
Not just one, two, three, or four (!)
He spent two days right there with me
As we waited hours to reach the door.
He didnt have to do that,
He has work to do back home;
Yet even when I shouted at him –
He never left me alone.
Of course I apologised later,
Tried to help him understand;
That my brain does its own thing,
Yet he was still there to hold my hand.
He never once walked away,
And thats when it occurred to me;
What a complete cultural contrast
....to our “people of the sea”...
My “family” are now Sowetans,
Although i’ve known that for a while;
When the clinics registered me as an “African”
All I did was smile.
Of all the times I thought i’d given
A reason for him to abandon me,
There was one in particular –
Where he’d be fully justified to flee.
To protect yourself i’d understand,
You may need to walk away;
And yet he didnt – he put himself at risk
...to protect me, I have to say....
It’s not an easy place to live,
He could have walked away;
I’m forever grateful for his bravery
And that he didnt walk away.
For a place where for so long,
Segregation was the norm,
It has come such a very long way –
Since the day I was born.
My culture, mixed as it is
Has not suffered in this way;
Instead it shuns and alienates people
....if they “dont obey”....
Well done South Africa,
Though the problems you face are not gone;
You could teach a lot to “my people”..
..a culture that needs to be re- born.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
oceans beneath our wounds
sacred reefs under the skin
watch the bed of gold
as lessons reflect such sins
later punishments may grow cold
as one's life is easily told
a serpent will always bite
behind the rocks to ****** your life
it is hard to regret on your bed
especially when time's racing up your death
so forget what that pride had said
before it comes and hit you with its breath
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
You broke my wings as I had anticipated
However, I kept flying as I had said
The case is not the hurt in my wings I feel
It is - you even felt no difference of the result
You did not consider how far I could have flown
How high I could have soared if you let me keep on
It didn't even matter to you anything, maybe
You are right, who needs a strayed poet or poetry?!
It hurts to accept sometimes a scornful truth that
Poets are weird and also clay-brained
Meanwhile, they can set a universe from a chaos,
But they can do it only when they are regarded
Who cares my suffers and fluctuations?!
Who cares even if myself cared about you?
I tried to **** the regret in your eyes I had given
But I see that regret has turned into humiliation
All poets are drifters, all have to be killed
And the one inside me worth dying the most
I give his death warrant to you to be fulfilled
I'd be glad if it changed the expression in your eyes
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
It's a dreary day here today
With malicious actions; what more can I say
finished my hit list; no one else to betray
So let the Solitude come my way
These walls have become my cell, just pass me my tray
I'm doing some thinking; night into day
i hope your sorrows are shrinking away
Now, have a blessed day....
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
Those who want to play god,
will get punished like one.
Look at all those dictators who tried,
and the wars they haven't won.
Those who want to play Satan,
will get punished like him.
And trust me I know,
that you're punishment will be grim.
Those who want to play human,
will live like one of our race.
And the universe will teach you that
you will need to know your place.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
I understand I am broken, not why I am punished for it
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
Tears behind her eyes
Moisture between her thighs
She clenches hard at the wet bed sheets
Thrusting through his lies
She tried to stay quiet
Because he told her not to make a peep
He said
"Dont tell your mother and
Dont alarm the public"
He made her believe she was wrong
"No one will believe you
Or ill make sure no one ever sees you
If you tell then youll be gone"
She questioned if god was ever listening
Or whyd he make it happen
Or does he even exist
But just know god is always watching
And something bads gonna happen
To the man that took her innocense.
Years later
shes all grown up
But has issues trusting men
She watched on tv
That a man of 43
Was murdered once again
She got on knee
And thanked him
for him even to bother
"Its been a long time
Wasnt sure you was there
But thank you
For punishing my father"
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC