There are some things
I can't control...
I always knock at your door
But you don't call...
I always smell a different cologne
On your bed...
I always bring you your favourite
Flowers..
But..
No word of mine makes sense
To you..
All zero!
I hate it when you cry..
But you lied!
Something died within me.
Your tears are just salty drops
To me...
I thought you would make me proud
But you broke down the crown..
Thank you for the map..
Your heart is everywhere.
Why would I look for something
That is common?

Buven ThePoet

If you say something bad
about my family
You are the enemy
I will put you on the front
page of our magazine
and protect the legacy
No strangers with negative
intentions in our territory
Sorry!
We decline a toxic story
Nobody messes up with
the bond
Electric!
DON'T!!
We hit the rock inside
and prepare for the World
No matter how hard it was
We always share the gratification

●○Buven ThePoet●○

I hate crying
The sharp razors in my tears
ruin my face
I thought..
I would  never  take any drug
But the system hits the limit
The smile you see on my face
Is not fake nor real
I don't know how to explain it
But just know that I don't feel it!
I always give people hope
That I have not
And guess what ?
They do pull through
I am trying to keep what's 'Confidential'
Confidential..
But poverty attracts broadcast
My dreams sound like dominance
But all I need
Is to take good care  of my territory

Buven ThePoet

I know that your lips
Are shining...
But not really shining..
Your leaves withered..
You always smile and pretend
Like everything is okay..
My pupils are in a good condition.
I know that you have your own
Heart desires..
But you always put me first..
I always feel your shadow on my face
In the middle of the night...
Your wing is warm inside
But Cold outside..
Your intestine has no visible hole.
I can hear your stomach groaning
From afar...
But you always sacrifice and keep
Your real love for me.
So that I may never go to bed hungry..
I wish I was an antelope..
I would be walking and doing everything
By myself now..

Buven ThePoet

There are a lot of things
we admire in life..
The world has a lot of treasures
But we don't always get what we
abuse our sweat glands for..
Sometimes..
We just learn to live with it
and find happiness
in every void especially when it is natural
And can't be changed..
As we grow older,we swallow a lot
of hot thorns close to dry rivers..
And cool ourselves with our own saliva
Hatred beeps..
Bitterness fades...
Independence forcefully engages itself
Green becomes green
Red becomes red
Only the committed and patient ones
Get to see the light at the end of the
tunnel..

Buven ThePoet

My daily thoughts take no break
When the sun rests..
The inner me speaks
The inner me
connects to positivity.
When I have a lot on my plate
They all run away for a piece...
I gnaw and swallow
the bones alone..
My oesophagus asked for a break.
It is hard to control this ship
The wind has my address only..
I just hear throngs whispering
I don't understand their jargon
I need some space
A break from everything
I want to polish up my direction
And do what I do with new,great
and strong courage.

Can't keep up with a single slice
Less energy..
But I won't backslide
They only focus on the bad side
Red light!
But I will be alright
I have been talking
But I never had a break
Sweet or sour
I just zip it in!
If you don't ask I just give you
a smile
If you sugarcoat I take you out
Don't wipe off my tears when I cry
Just close my eyes
When we cut off a tree we start with
the roots and the big branches won't matter

Being a teacher comes with
a lot of sacrifices..
Being a teacher comes with
great determination and love..
Teachers are the roots of all careers
The approved and studied theory
is slimmer..
Compared to the effort put in class.
Great heroes discover themselves
in the hands of teachers
Teachers groom and irrigate success
to a size of a baobab
They have this 'supernatural love'
of  believing in a stranger
And withdrawing one from a world of
nobody to a world of great opportunities
and hope
Though education is one of the golden
keys to success
I think it is important or compulsory,rather
Because for one to be able to do well
in their talent
They need education..

Being a teacher comes with
a lot of sacrifices..
Being a teacher comes with
great determination and love..
Teachers are the roots of all careers
The approved and studied theory
is slimmer..
Compared to the effort put in class.
Great heroes discover themselves
in the hands of teachers
Teachers groom and irrigate success
to a size of a baobab
They have this 'supernatural love'
of  believing in a stranger
And withdrawing one from a world of
nobody to a world of great opportunities
and hope
Though education is one of the golden
keys to success
I think it is important or compulsory,rather
Because for one to be able to do well
in their talent
They need education..

That's not where you belong
You always cry and walk
In the dark alone..
Are you waiting for them
To change?
Don't you think that you are
Just irrigating the pain?
They don't listen to your 'No'
It drags down your self-esteem
Low!
They don't plan anything with you
Boom!
Everything is just out of the blue
They are taking advantage of your
Deep smile
Disengage pro bono!
Don't put thorns in your heart
Not everybody is poisonous
Just ask before you open the door

My mama send prayers
and hit the clouds for rain
I sow every season
To keep the bag full
I don't want the bloodline
to depend on leftovers
Hatred and betrayal
made me
I hate reminiscences
They don't understand my
language
Because I keep my focus
on what will continue to live
when I am dead
I know the pain of getting into
a battle with no back up
I need pain and poverty to
become extinct in my bloodline..

●○Buven ThePoet●○

I have lost a lot of people
In my life..
Some are still alive...
Walking graves!
Does it make sense?
Meditate on it..
They lost the signal
We have become complete strangers
The book of reconciliation
Is rare and expensive...
Am I building a foundation on
A wet land?
I don't see any light here!
It is so hard to grow on your own
Why is everybody killing my empathy?
I have learnt how to spell 'betrayal'
At an early age..
I don't have sufficient time to prove
Myself..
I just want to bless myself and everyone
Around me with bliss

Buven ThePoet

A good night wish
Is no good night with
An empty stomach...
Don't give me your fake smile
When we bump into each other
And tell me that you miss me..
Whereas you know that you don't
Answer my calls when I need you.
You always check my updates
So that you can weigh the respect
You want to give me..
Don't cry when I am no more
You might need more of that energy
For your show off!
I know the pain of watching
The people you love
Go to bed hungry...
I am hitting the rock!
Utter no touching speech
To prove your empathy in my
Presence...
Bring forth something touchable

Buven ThePoet

I locked up my feelings..
Please don't try to convince me..
You won't even relate to what
I am feeling...
Don't be deceived by everything that you see here...
You might hate what you will hear..
Please believe me..
There is no peace here...
You think You have a thing for me?
No!
This is not what you need
believe me..
It is just a passing phase..
I don't hate you..
I just don't want to stain that face..

Buven ThePoet

Let me hit this straight
Please concentrate...
I was trying to get the motivations
And all...
But I never heard him preaching..
I was still thinking..
I thought I was happy
Until you popped up again
In my life...
Are you trying to own my heart?
What is it that you stole
Within me?
I always feel alive and new
In your presence..
I thought...
'Walking separate ways'
Would make us different!
Guess what..
I was just preparing myself for us
Let's just build this special thing
Together between us...
And be who we are.

I know that you are trying
to hurt me
by hurting yourself
Well..
It is working
Because my cable of feelings
is connected to your soul
You give it to anyone who needs
a motel
and continue with their journey
in the morning
I receive messages of threats
every night
Because you call out my name
when you try to connect your
happiness to their heart
Give yourself time
and allow us to be us

Buven Thepoet

We  didn't choose this..
We had a lot of dreams
We expected no continental drift.
We hate these thorns all over
Our bodies..
There was no other choice..
We had to adapt fully to this new
Environment...
You always see a smoke
In our eyes...
There are a lot of things burning
Inside!
They always hit the rock and find
Water inside..
How is that possible?
We go straight to the sea
But...
We find no drop of water!
May somebody please check
If the clock is not stuck..
This desert is too dry and hot...

Buven ThePoet

I always remember
What you told me..
You are a great heroine.
Thank you for registering my name
God knows me mama!
I always miss the love and warmth
Under your wings..
I am really grateful that you took me
Out of that Incubator...
I wouldn't be able to smell predators from afar..
I know how to feed and Protect
Myself now..
You always find a way to make me
Smile..
I do...
Need to buy a ticket.
But I am not ready to stand and make
A proper Presentation at home..
I haven't completed my mission Yet.
I made an oath mama...
I need you to plan a weekend getaway and make deposits whenever you want to..
May God Bless the hustle..
I adore you.

Buven ThePoet

Dear Unborn..
The keys are with me..
I have a lot of bullets here.
But I am not ready to shoot..

Be patient..
I am still preparing and gathering something for you...
This long weird scar.
Proves something..
Bravery I think
You might not survive..

I am not trying to be a hero
But I have to take each and every
Stone thrown upon me..
To pave and build a strong foundation
For you...

I will save everything..
Please don't cry..
Just study the notes and prepare
Something great for the next generation..

●○Buven●○

These are not tattos..
Take a closer look.
My tears dried out!
I thought it was okay to cry
When something hurts..
Until I wiped off my own tears
Make a promise
Keep it not
And see if I would be disappointed.
My heart got broken..
A thousand times.
I am studying the last page of this
Book of Cardiology..
Independence flows within
My vessels.
I don't want to go around and
Give people motivations that
They didn't ask for..
Let me just go straight to the
Department Of Education
And register my Course.
I am not perfect
But my words are different..

Buven ThePoet

Don't just hold me tight
Make a room for me in your heart..
I am tired of roaming around hostels
In every season...
I need a permanent crib..
I don't need you to take me out..
I have found what I have been
Looking for..
I was so obsessed with Fiction movies
I didn't know that a candle light dinner was real...
Is this a fantasy World?
Or some sort of a dream?
Please don't wake me up!
I hate it when you smile in Public..
I know I won't blush alone..
I am glad that you always meet me
Half-way...
You appreciate my efforts..
Let's protect this bond..
You're more than a partner to me
Kudos Pal!

Buven ThePoet

My eyes are always on my watch
But I always miss my lunch
Punctuality!
It's no madness
I am trying to fuel up my progress
I do what feels right to me
No doubt about my speech
My mama taught me good morals
If I fail to achieve something
I blame no one
Because the World has enough
for everyone
There are a lot of eggs that hatched
Before time in my life
I had to grow up
and pull up the heavy ropes
It is not easy to get what everyone
Is looking for on the street
But the stamina needs
good maintenance
For a clean and successful hustle

●○Buven ThePoet●○

My room looks like a garden
You were never a burden
I always buy new vases for flowers
You know how to read my diary closed
You are a big enemy of pain
I never get enough of you
Your contacts are on my speed dial
Whatever emergency
I know that you are the ready ride
A ring on my finger will just be
a confirmation to everybody
Because they don't feel what I feel
But I am already satisfied in my own
World
I know that one cannot be perfect
But you happen to be the master piece
of all

She asked for starched papers..
I changed my pass codes..
I thought she was a gold digger..
I bought her flowers...
She gave me a half-smile..
I asked her out On a date
And introduced her to expensive
Dishes...
She shot no pic for Insta.
I asked if she could sleep over..
She kept on walking away...
I insisted!
She obeyed..
I rode my hands all over her body..
I heard her stomach groaning..
I nearly licked blood..
I payed attention to everything.
She wanted nothing fancy
But the satisfaction of her needs
And inner happiness..
She pulls up her handbrake so hard
When it comes to impressing the World
Whereas the box is empty inside..
I was too forward and immature..
I am dropping down the fake profile!

Buven ThePoet

I have never met the *****
Before...
But he is helping me to plant
Something productive within me
Bigger!
He is not a cardiologist
But he knows how to mend the heart.
Fully So!
I have learnt a lot of things from him
I am highly motivated!
I always check his updates
And everything...
What a great ***** with good morals!
I am not just a fan
I meditate On his blessed lines..
Good music!
His album is on my first aid kit...
He boosts my Self-esteem...
I have learnt how to work hard
And focus on my goal
Because of his hard work..
He engages positivity and
Ignores insults...
Humble !

Buven ThePoet

You are very strong and wise
but you run around one circle..
Why do you open doors for those
that have hurt you before when
you are desperate?
How many broken and repeated
promises in your waste bag?
Do you have a future
picture of yourself ?
They always draw it for you with
a pencil and erase everything after
mining the minerals that they have
been looking for in your life.
It is hard to oppose the wind direction
But your heart must pump with ease
You will hate people and and take
unwanted steps
If you need no salty drops
on your face..

I thought it was betrayal
When one tells the truth
and twist their lines
I have studied this World
in my own different way
I tell my emotions what to do
The gear is manual
I do check up on people
What a great daily routine
Sweet habit!
The statement will be opposite
If you don't put your name
In my mailbox
I can't say I have a complete one
Because some of the chairs
are empty here
But when a bird is not happy
in your nest
You have to let it fly

●○Buven ThePoet●○

No gold chains On..
But then life moves On.
I was just a kid with no toys..
Now I live my choice..
I have never been fake..
Everybody knows this face..
I always keep it real
And feed my dream..
My wallet lost weight
That's why I always go to bed
Late...
I am still drawing the same old
Plan...
My fingers are married to the pen
I always think.
Just to assure that I never run out
Of Ink..
I don't just want to appear on
The big screen..
I need to leave a great history.

Buven ThePoet

Is that a tear In your eye?
Oh!
Sorry...Hi
Are you sure that you don't want
To take a walk...
Because it seems like there is
Something wrong..
I am not trying to replace anybody
Here...
I just want to take you there..
I know how you feel..
But you can trust me
I need you to hike up to the hill..
Just make sure that you heal.
You might have had good times
And all...
With whoever that you captured
Memories with...
But if their heart is somewhere else
Now..
You have to understand and adapt
To the new environment..

Buven ThePoet

I know that you see no ring
On my finger...
But...
I don't need any picture
Of us..
I have captured a lot
of memories..
I am just waiting for blessings.
I am not ashamed of you..
I just don't see anything new..
I am thirsty for real love..
I am breathing.
But I don't feel alive..
You won't see any tears...
I have dragged down
All my fears..
Let me just write a holy letter
And give a proper description..
I am tired of being an option.

Buven ThePoet

I know that it is hard
to trust a stranger
But I am here to stay
You have a lot of reasons
to doubt yourself about this
So do I...
Open your heart and allow me
to renovate everything inside
If you heal without my help
You won't understand how much
I need that smile in my life
Allow me to touch every wound
I am ready to love you
I have heard a lot of rumours
about you
A sweet wine goes through
the process of fermentation
I will change your book cover
For now...
Let's just focus on making us happy

●○Buven ThePoet●○

I was looking at the sky
revisiting all the fairy tales
She was just planting a hard
rock in her fertile land
Everything was a parable
to me
I thought she was just being
over protective and jealous
of me
Now that I qualify to gnaw
and digest all her words
I always hear her whispering
in my ears
All you wanted was a good life
for me,Mama
It is never too late to fix that!
Because your smile tells a lot
I am ready to welcome all the
blessings that you brushed with
your warm hand of love
on your tummy
While I was kicking inside

Buven Thepoet

I have been searching
Searching and searching..
All around the globe
But nothing gave me hope..
I have learnt and discovered
A lot of things on my own..
I don't mind being alone.
That's why they all conclude
That I am cold..
I need something way much better
Than a big mansion..
A home.
I don't need someone who is perfect
To everyone..
But to me.
I need you to be you
And I will be me..
The real thing between us will match
The puzzle with concrete..

Buven ThePoet

I wasn't born privileged
That is why I see every day
as a blessing
My parents sacrificed a lot
for me to get here
It is time I wiped off my tears
I do want to play with
some other peeps
But I am responsible
for my own stomach
I no longer complain nor cry
Bacause nobody needs an
extra burden
I grew up wishing and dreaming
to have a good life
I didn't know that
it was this hard
I won't stop trying my best
as long as I am still breathing
I will surrender to guidance
and find a better way to make
myself proud
I will die for this

●○Buven ThePoet●○

You don't have to talk...
Just demonstrate that walk.
Who taught you how to finger
These keys..
You know how to command your
Motion..
I know that
I can trust you with my heart..
You know how to ring the bell..
It is not fragile.
But you treat it like your first
offspring..
I had no interest in 'night Talks'
But you introduced me to
Different owls..
I value every second with you..
You're making a big difference.

Buven ThePoet

I've been through a lot in Life..
I've never experienced Love.
To me..
Life was rough
Not just rough but tough..
I never thought I could survive..
But I thank God
Because I am still alive..
I have been living through tragedy..
I was never healed by Comedy.
But now
I have just turned everything into jokes..
So that I could never be trapped by stroke..
I don't even wish to go back to that life again..
Because it has no gain..
The place where you end up in is jail..
My favourite thing in Life was Vibe..
I was never a good guy..
But all I believe is that it shall all pass..
And I will be fine..
My Lord opened the ways
No more waste..
I am going to improve..
Because I have a lot to prove..

Buven ThePoet

A good day of celebration..
A good day of honour.
We celebrate his day and strengthen
the bond.
Families come together and put
aside the conflicts and unfair
Judgements..
This is a good day to wrap up everything
And allow new bliss to reconnect us..
Regardless of what,the family has
to make history of this day
We are all equal before him.
Not every family will have a great
Buffet to attract all the neighborhood.
Though people will make comparisons
And laugh at those who will look like
they are mourning on this day..
God is taking good control of the
steering wheel..
Be careful of the words you utter
when you are financially stable
And blow a fair merry Christmas..

My brain was on fire
I wanted some fresh air
The fire fighters apologized
for failing to do their job..
We met at the club
The strong water penetrated not
I broke a bottle of 'blush'
My emotions were all over the floor
I thought I would just get wasted
and erase everything..
Tiny brain!!
I found a fresh and strong flower
In the midst of withered ones
with worms.
I was flabbergasted!
And a word of wisdom pulled my pinna
so hard and said to me...
"It is a great blessing to get the
experienced ones with direction"
The so said 'good ones' who have never
seen what to choose from
Are hypnotized and the bomb of new
sweet things might break one's heart
Into pieces and clean up everything
With acid.

I have a lot to say..
Don't have too much empathy
On me..
I swear I'm okay...
Let me just watch my mouth
I respect my mom..
Let me utter what's relevant..
This is not the parliament..

I don't wake up in the morning
And walk like I am modelling
I am doing this for a living..
This is more than 'just a calling'
Don't show me your emergency door
I am not leaving!

Borrow me that plier..
I don't want to be a liar.
I have made a lot of promises
I hate opposites.

I want to sit down one day..
And reconnect the bond,hey!
I want to fulfill everything that
I have promised...
And give all the dusty stuff
Some polish!
So that they never regret my calling!

Buven ThePoet

Thank you for planting
A new seed inside of me..
It is germinating way much
better than alien plants...
I have found a great Shadow.
My calluses are smooth.
What's the secret?
You always come up with a new
Agenda..
Where were you all this time?
You have erased everything..
What is the meaning of 'Pain'
Does it hurt?
Is it bitter?
No No No!
Please close that dictionary..
I am okay on this positive side
Of life..
Let's kneel together and meditate
On his Word...

Buven ThePoet

My prayer is that I do good
I was looking at the stars
I saw the new me appearing
slowly,slowly and slowly..
I won't need any darkness
to shine more brighter..
They will need shades to keep an
eye contact..
I am not over myself.
Let me whisper my heart pass code
into your ear
You will only find a soul that is down
to Earth..
Is it protocol that one should get results
Of what they have done wrong only?
What happens to seeds of good fruits
that we plant?
I don't remember planting a seed on
top of a rock..
I have been waiting for long
It is time I claimed the good things
that I have worked hard for.
The happiness that I deserve..

I trust you.
But I know not of what attracted
You at first..
I always see diamonds that would
Fit on your left finger..
But I know not of your future
Picture..
You used to filter your words before
You utter..
But now...
You just pull out the fish with its mud
And feed me..
Whenever I agree to disagree with
Your one-sided decision..
You just bust down the door
And run to whoever you find
Your temporary bliss from..
You won't understand
Until it's your turn to dive In..
Because I've warned you.
I might not be around to perform
The 'Mouth to mouth resuscitation'

Buven ThePoet

If I had the authority
I would create my own alphabets..
They have been lied to..
So many times.
Some have used the bricks of lies
To build up their foundations..
No word of romance is valid
To them...
Love is a myth in their world...
I do...
Understand and feel their pain.
No matter how hard you try
To squeeze yourself in..
Your words won't find a match in
Their puzzles...
When you try to persuade them..
They just cry and think of blisters..
I am still building a 'rocket of trust'
I need to arouse the pleasure  
And give every aorta the opportunity
To pump bliss...

Sometimes...
I just pray because I have
Made my own protocol...
Frankly..
I am thirsty for your Call..
Sometimes..
I just feel like I have won
This battle...
No!
I don't like this medal..
I wasn't expecting  'Bronze'..
Pause!
No hands of applause..
Not really that....
I was  expecting 'Gold'
But for me..
That would be a great Goal..
You know that I fully commit myself.
I even gnaw..
Let me just bow..
It seems like I am unfolding
Too much now...

Buven ThePoet

I have been trying
to think straight
But whatever I say
nobody relates
I thought I would see blood
in my wound
But just pills that my body rejected
If I wasn't an aloe in this environment
I would have withered a long time ago
I care not about my age
I have completed a lot of life assignments
I don't have enough time to sleep
I change my walk at night
Defence mechanism!
I am looking for a life time blessing

I would rather drown
in  fiction movies than to look
for hell on Earth..
I have tried to ride on my path
but nothing ever tried to replace
the broken glass.
I was dancing for the green grass
I always put my heart at risk
for..
But I just find the attention expensive..
Sometimes..
I take my wings up for those
that drag similarities of what I need
Just to take myself out of the misery cage..
There is a lot I need to tell
There is a great commitment I need
to sign up for..
To a soul that is ready and that has
seen the other side of this world.

It's not just a red and white
It says something about
The renewal of love
It was just a ******* and
beautiful rose with no roots at first
You prolonged the lifespan
of my heart
I am a good cook
But I am used to having two extra
hands mixing up the recipe
from behind now
The nights are short in winter
with you on my bed side
I only have one room of loyalty
I won't put you on the side
My daddy said I should keep
and give my all to the one behind
my everyday smile
You will receive an important call
soon
Naku rhandza..

●○Buven ThePoet●○

I was waiting for you
The water boiled and cooled
I didn't listen to them
I thought they were just
putting salt in my flavoured water
All I wanted was just to connect
and keep us safe
I once thought of hurting you
Because you run after those who
chew the bubble gum and spit it
out when it is tasteless
But I made a promise to myself
that I would never hurt you
Your name is a 'built in' app
in my system
But if this new resolution detects
it as  a virus
I will open up for change

●○Buven ThePoet●○