Lest us compel thyselves unto action
As so does nature
Nature changes from darkness to light
Every day and night
Evolves every night
Grows every day
Keeps us moving with every spin she makes
Never fails to gravitate us unto humbleness
Whilst letting us pride ourselves of our creation
Whilst teaching us to co-exist with other creation
As so we are given freewill
Lest us act in goodwill

While we are told to adapt to survive,
Thina we adjust and thrive

What is afterlife
OR is it just a void where living is not existent after death
Is it parallel to the life we are living
Is it opposite to the life we are living
I know it is beyond our control,
But what about our grasp
If the future is today's actions
Then if there is life afterlife, what kind of future would be better lived
If life is non-existant in a void in the afterlife,
Then why do we have such a strong belief
That we even create in our imagination vision of a world living,
With life different to the current life
Sometimes we are afraid
Sometimes we are yearning
All the time we are having this constant belief
All the time we agree of afterlife being spiritual
Then what is life,
Spiritual or physical or mental or emotional
That we need even to consider life after
Then why even consider afterlife if we are already living
Than to believe we are transcending with death
Why do we believe that there is another-life,
That we will live worse or better

Almost did fall for you
Almost did love you
Almost did fall for your charms
Almost did get addicted to you
Almost did get hooked on you until the hook slipped off
Almost did bear my grandchildren

A year's cycle later,
Its my day of birth

Im not in the study of appeasing appellations
Appeased by applauds
Im brainstorming this study
Typhoons of thought
Rains of memory
Winds of peace
Thunders of ideas
Snows of regret
This is not seasonal,
Just a continuous cycle

As i rise from the ashes,
I dust myself off the dust of the ashes
Although im the son of the soil
And so shall i return like the soil i am
My journey's wit trying not to wither away
I may trip and fall on this trip of ego
I have to still stand and proceed
This i have to do for my seed
Noone knows to what extent life is continuous
So arise the need to always be victorious
To an extent  have become vicious,
Although not to victimise victims
The vices i employ from advices hath maketh me devise malicious advances
Anticipating the day i will be flying high like birds of prey such as the Phoenix
Still i have to be patient as the Sphinx
Take time with every step to step out of the paradigms of pyramids and theorems
Pharaohs are my ancestry,
Dynasties is my accendence,
The world is my kingdom
My baptismal of fire has given me rite of passage to the throne
Lust, greed, evil, in my empire i do not condone
For like a mason i have built myself to be the temple of the creator.

I used to be big on life,
Now i am big in life.
Tis all because i decided to let bygons be (bygons),
And focus on new beginings.
Off the bat hits of life like its the begining of new innings,
'Cause all bats are on the table,
And all bets are off.
Living life raw hence all gloves are off.
They say 'the gods must be crazy' to have me as an offspring,
Whilst im in my meditational contemplation,
Of springing from continent to continent,
Galaxy to galaxy for my next home-run.
The Creator being my basis,
Gallaries and gallaxies i will use for my bases.
Knowing i am the son of the soil in my soul,
I stay unbilical coded to mother-nature.
Culture and tradition be the foundation,
Deeply rooted the fortress to retreat-home.
Rooting-off all regrets
With their repeat habbits,
Whilst studying my mistakes.
Changed the conceptualisation off hobbies,
Into entertaining activities of progress.
Believing in hope,
And having hope in beliefs.
Distinguished in differentiation,
Of data to information,
Information to knowledge,
Knowledge to intelligence,
Intelligence to wisdom.
As i am in the dominion of the wise,
I rise to dominate the (non/un)wise with the wise.

Do I have rights by virtue of being born
By virtue of being born am I birthright
Before we take it to constitutional rights,
May we re-begin looking at the rights of morality
What are our moral rights
And
Therefore our wrongs
How do we right our wrongs,
Do we just write them and they are corrected
Do we correct them by acting on them
From birth, we are taught right from wrong
And
We act morally
However
Where do we then lose these moral teachings
As we have come to act so wrong

When there is bloodlust, there is no trust
When there is lust in the air, trust disappears into thin air
While blood is the air we breathe
The lust of blood then brings tension in the air
Its also ironic how lust can help bring trust
Trust brought from lust may not be trustworthy
However at times we are helpless in having every idea as an option to save your blood from lust
Blood is a very precious commodity because it cannot be cultivated and/or re-created, in fact it contains the very self of a being
This would mean our very own creation has been overcome by lust of temptation
We have always tried to seek redemption from our lust however it seems there has been no concrete solution

Be careful,
Not to be too careful
Be careful,
Not to be careless

Care

I dont care, if you care more
I dont care, if you care less

The verb is care

The universe will take care of you
That way you dont lose your humanity

Having a child is a gift
Raising them is not
Just another reminder
You dont always get what you wish for
How you wish
No matter the outcome

Y(chromozone) is/are always solving for X(chromozone)

Let
Y-chromozone be Men
X-chromozone be Women

If
Y is the solver,

Then,
What is X

Solve for X

Comp.***.
Computing.***.
Computing assistant
Like "smart-***"
Quickly turned into a mockery for the man onboard
Onboard the computing assistant's importance
During voyage
Importance is of the destination
Not the distance, thats just a drastic measure
Longitude and latitude
The rest is up and down to nature
In the vast see of nothingness
Where everything began
Manifestation of hope
In anticipation
Trust in a route unknown
To achieve the wealth of the land
New tools for guidance are devised
Even for my own instinct
And knowledge turns to theory of doubt
Wisdom left dumbstruck
Envisioned in the beginning
And everything with manifestation ends
Inbetween reality
Theres no time to rest even in favourable winds
Until the destination is reached and goods undocked
Unloaded , unpacked
Be my own compass while i row
To get my ducks on a row
Not a sitting duck on the bank of the dock
Go below deck
And play the cards in my deck
Destiny has to be dealt with a straight face
My sleeves are drawn
Veins pumping to and fro the heart
For the migration season
Atleast a messenger-pigeon
Watchout for the eagle,
Birds of prey like the vultures

With all this data in the clouds,
Its Raining data,
Its somewhat good, somewhat bad
With this wifi coverage

The feeling of despair, makes one feel impaired
Stuck, in the repetition of questioning rationalisation
Should I have dared to inflict more care
To what satisfaction is my ignorance
Inflated despair causes desperation, to my realisation

When sense makes no sense
When one's world is upside-down
When there is conflict between interest and intention and action
That's when despair we meet

Feeling loss of control
Forgetting, not everything is in your control
Faith broken with no hope of repair
Internal conflicting with external

I dare say being despair is feutal
As we grow we learn the wisdom that life is eternal
Life experience of experience occurs even unintentional
Emotions are there until they are there no more
The logical healing of despair is the beauty of life

From a place of disposition i sit and deposit thoughts of emancipation into action from intuition to reposition  my dispensation depo
Depriving lack cutting it not even abit of slack
Sometimes fishing yourself out of desolation can be a life line
And sometimes not judging a fish by its ability to climb a tree is not selling yourself short of sushi
Sometimes money does grow on trees like wattle into charcoal, marijuana to hemp, mushrooms, seaweed to medicine
Just because we have yet to find a cure to the ailment does not mean it does not exist
Sometimes the pain is the outcome of the indication not the source of hurt
Eureka hallelujah, hallelujah eureka

Im having difficulty with wealth
Im having difficulty with family
Having difficulty
With women
With friends

Come to think of it,
I have had difficulties with socialising
Difficulties with expression

All these difficulties must have arisen from the difficulty of losing my father and the difficulty of dealing with that at a young age
And then the difficulties my grandmother had when raising me, instead of my mother

Currently swept by current of the continousness of these difficulties
Difficulties like stereotypes
Religious barriers

Dont quit the journey on tripping on a rock when we on a journey to move mountains

Instead of a gentleman even a methodistman, they got me behaving like a *******

This then emanates in me by the difficulty of raising my daughter through/by a single mother
And im here striving for generational wealth

I would hate to disappoint you
Infact, I have always strived not to disappoint you
Now Im disappointed in you by disappointing me
I guess that was my first disappointment

Im disappointed in,
You not supporting me
You not understanding me
You not prioritising me
Your timing for me

I am even disappointed by this being about you and me, not us

Im disappointed
But not discouraged

It takes action,
For things to be done
No matter the thought,
The emotion
Perhaps even the ability
Do
Good things that is

The South African,
And even at large the continental economy,
Is rough on bankers and economists alike,
It has become a hub for capitalist business,
Corrupt politicians sharing the spoils,
Coffers not safe
Left-overs given to criminals
And the crumbs for the citizens
Each party in cylo even in cylos
Even race has lost the race to poverty
The runner-up being unemployment
Local investment is not even in the race
People have lost their ability to govern their patience
Essentially the economy is ungovernable by policies
It has become artificially influenced by patterns and trends,
By globalisation
With the only investment being foreign
Whilst local resources and labour
Are being exploited
Even the world bank is alarmed by the 80/20 wealth proportionality ratio
Its all about economies of scale ,
Margins and bottomlines
Sometimes even tax is not profiting
Debt has captured even the debt-collectors,
And tax-practioners alike
Making it difficult even to debit creditors
Black-economic-empowerment struggling to break-even,
Making it a loss trajectory
Entertainment industry booming whilst tourism is strough
No recovery from fraud
Crime at its peak
The economy is reflecting its health status that there is no adequate intensive care,
And no unity,
Even in classes by educational wealth
Imports does not produce exports
Not to mention the ports-system
Cant even afford to pay attention to service delivery
Subsidy housing erected everyday,
And yet there is no adequate infrastructure
It is a tendering system
Informal industry petitioning to be formalised
Whilst formal sector is behaving informally
The supreme housing of policy we knew as the parliament has become
A magic circus
The show sold to the highest bidder
Whilst the reserve bank has a weak bladder
So many loopholes in the system,  
In constitution the economy has no scapegoat,
The agricultural industry is not alive,
Development is banked
When we do a post-honourous dissection,
We see natural disasters instead of manmade causes

I stand ***** , having corrected my errors
Turned my misfortunes to fortunes of wisdom
Nobody is perfect, but it feels perfect when things come together as people
With my backbone straight, I have a better view of the future ( not to say the present is better than the past)
Positive anticipation has made an optimistic out of me ( in all spheres of life. Mentally, Metaphysically, Spiritually)
The content of the matter should be the angle of perspective (or is it the other way round?)
Fed by faith, drunk by belief
I ******* progressive actions, eking out
As things happen by being done
I still have my fair share of mistakes up my sleeve, as that's how we learn (but not the same sleeve I wear my heart )
Having the confidence to face the Creator, the world and it's people , makes all the difference
I may not be different but I'm indifference

Love at first sight
Lovely was my first sight
Love was from that first sight
I don't even know you noticed im in sight
I felt love at that very first sight
I guess you were the apple of my eye
Emotionally i felt naked like Adam fore the apple
They say love is blind
But from that vey first sight I saw a future and I was inlove
I do not know who or what made the decision but the council in me had already decided, Love
I can see now why they say love is blind

What relates us ?
What constitutes family ?
Is it by blood ?
What are the pillars of family?
Or
Are there any pillars of family at all ?
What are the bounderies ?
Or
Is it unlimited ?
Is there any question of unconditional ?
What are the measures to measure functionality ?
Or
Disfunctionality thereof
Is there supposed to be perfect harmony ?
Or
Is it just an illusion in an attempt of order
All the sametime parallel to its true reality
Hence the saying we cannot choose family, we can choose friends

Have a time of your life, this is your timeline)
Theres nothing new under the sun, said Emperor Haile Selasi's ancestor, The wise king Solomon the star of King David
In this kingdom of galaxies, life is not a rehearsal
For some mistakes theres no reversal
And pain is universal like the weather
(You have to be robin' hood, coz you have been robbed of your princehood of your dynasty),
(Thats just dynamics of life, dynamite comes in small packages)
Be at peace that you gonna get a piece of devine dividends
Coz the world is far from innocence
As above as below
Let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
The creator judges us for sin
We the people judge each other for crimes against each other
(Rise in peace in Sudan)
Be at peace like a monk coz he finds his from deep inside,
Connecting to spirituality tranquility beyond infinity
Do you think you can find sanity in insanity of confusion
Love is the law, unconditionally
Love thy neighbour even though they dont love you back
And dont get cheeky, turn the other chick
And just salam alaykum , halleluJah to Allah
Charity begins at home , even if they treat you like a charity case, on your case
Im not even gonna mention friends,
(Coz theres many different kinds,
Theres natural,  theres unnatural
An enemy of my enemy is my friend and a friend of my friend is my friend)

...We rebirth, also through baptismal
So when you go through baptismal of fire ,
Just more fire like a Rastafari
And let the inferno el nino deep inside erupt like a flood of lava
And scorch to ashes the demons in the depths of your deepest darkness
And rise like a Caterpillar of  a phoenix-dragon breathing fire
Dont take externalities to heart, (exhale)
But usher it like through the red sea, dont let it burn like Usher
Gold is converted through heat
And pressure makes diamonds
Dont reach for the body ,reach for the soul as that is the true being
As we are not in battle with flesh and blood but with evil , spiritually lurking from the shadows, in search to devour and destroy
Keep calm and steel-still in silence
Seek wisdom

Sometimes i wish i could fly
Seeing the way everyday we dying like flies
Illusioned by freedom, chained by lies
What such has become of our lives
Trying to cover death with
smiles
Trying to cover death with
monies
Living like in land of milk and honies
Whilst the inside dies, we have immunity to cries
This is killing us softly inside, we can't trust outside
Life has become a jig-saw game, sides versus
Besides paying the price of sins and deeds
Indeed it is our lives trying for good deeds
However all we are acting and witnessing are
misdeeds
Sometimes i levitate
Trying to gravitate
For balance i strive to create
Contemplate, if i were to be summoned by the courts of the afterlife to be a witness,
Would i be ashamed or proud to testify
That is why
Sometimes i wish i could fly
With me, lift everyone's morals high and not fear to die

I feel like i need a fresh-start,
The feeling i have with the present is worn-out,
So worn-out i need refreshments
Temptation has burned-me-out,
Focus torn-apart, that i have conflict of interest
New beginings, the pattern has become dull
I feel i cannot continue with(in) the present
I have been on this present-continuous that i have sweat(ed) even my tears
Contemplation has sped (speed) me down
I have sweat(ed) so much that i am stinking,
Stinking of regrets
Stinking of mistakes
Stinking of failures
Stinking of wisdom
I have (grown) out-grown my mother's womb
I am powerless (for) to reverse the hands of time
How do i start afresh? How do i begin anew?
I think i should start afresh by changing my way of thinking
Learn from my mistakes, so i can make better decisions and actions
Change my perspective in and of life, so as to feel brand-new
Why do i need to start afresh?
Do i perceive myself a failure?
Am i not satisfied with the outcomes of my decisions?
Do i even have a decision to make ?
Do i feel too heavy the burden of my responsibilities ?
Am i too ashamed ?
Whatever the reason , i believe a new begining will make me fresh with (new) energy,
If we are really particles of atoms, protons, neurons, etc of life
If time-travel was proved existing, would i want to keep my memories ?
Would changing everyone and everything help ?
Let me begin by rising above all the thoughts and emotions like a tide,
Wash them off-shore (like) with a wave of tsunami

Is fun funny, its funny how fun is
Does it have to be funny to be fun, why frown
Does it have to be fundamental, basically
As in funding a mental, which pays with happiness
How seriously do we take fun, are you joking?!
Fun makes one free and fun is free
Feel free to have fun

I think we are past the warming up stage
Things have heated up,
And going to the extremes
The cooking has begun and we still chopping down ingredients
If we dont stir down this heat we going into deep fry
Cooling off is for meta the dish is done
All this heat from the fires , we about to have coal for breakfast
All we doing is demonstrations,
And talking about demonstrations
While the globe is riding on a wave of heat sweatlessly
Using resources to budget for ourselves,
While we are economising on economies of scale for the planet

And they revenge is best served cold

Engulfed in imagination
Vision of health, wealth
I did not see myself foolish enough not to imagine me wise
Picturing the journey in my mind
Physically enduring the requisists of reality
Still in my mentality
I see myself humble
I see myself respectful and returned
I see myself loyal and returned
I see myself happy
I see myself loving and returned
I see myself spiritual
Having heard once a saying ( not sure the author nor the utterer),
"Vision without action is dreaming but vision with action equalls success."
Both these realms don't heed to my command , by the looks of the sum
Sometimes even lose control of my emotions, by them
Deeds should and will be done with the freewill and power vested in me by the creator.