As I am sitting up in bed looking out my window at night,
I notice the moon big and bright.
Such a beautiful treasure,
Just looking at it is my delightful pleasure.

A cloud passes and hides the moon a little while from sight,
When the cloud has passed it again shows it's light.
I hear the crickets loud clear music from somewhere,
There the moon still hangs in the air.

The moon casts it's shadows on the ground making it look like snow,
Is it beautiful? Yes, I know.
The stars twinkling in the sky,
Like winking soldiers way up high.

Night is one of my favorite times,
When everybody's asleep and 4:00 the clock chimes.
Night is when the roses bloom,
And when the moon's bright shadows cast into the room.

Night is the time when Katy-Dids sing,
The only time when Butterflies stop flying on satin wings,
The time when diamonds sparkle on the silver ring.

When rubies sparkle in the night,
From the moon which makes everything look beautiful and bright,
The only light in the quiet and peaceful night,
Is the moon the natural night-light.

                                   ~Marian~

tense as the rolled up newspaper thrown
slapping against the step
at dawn
awakening conspiratorial
slinking around the truth
sleuthing sniffing
my way to find
out this way or that but the way
about the signs the clues
preachers words the same weight
as the street corner girls
a way to think
in our detectiving
then the ultimate
DNA almost
the penultimate
remains of the doer dids
the who what did
whats the ne'er do wells on
Mulberry street , I know them hoods
no they were not the culprits
I scent along above below
sniff and snoof
behoove behind the wildest dogs
to find it was
mine own trail I had found
among the shivering forest green
I sat considered
a shylock set this up
then saw the bacon on my foot
I had been following.
I set off again my foot clean.
I will find this bandit.
I like bacon , though.

When they say 'I got your back',
make sure they don't have
a knife in their hand.

It feels like I'm
just a dog and
I've only dug up
one more
bone of contention.

When I say
I'd like to
give you
a knuckle
sandwich,
I know it's
not for the best
even though
it's true,
in the end,
I'm like the robot
flying the drone
unmaned,
I've got ******
behind
these sunglasses,
so I  end up
throwing up
my arms
and settle with
pounding sand.

You ask; "What's your problem?"
While I stand among
the stars,
And I shout out,
"too many to mention."
I have bought
and sold
the Farm.


When I grew ill
and had to
leave my job,
you treated it like,
I was a lazy *******.

You had me
by the  *****,
yea,
that *** got stirred.

I was so
'on fire'
with anger.

You stood there
with a bellows
fanning
the flames.

I got your number,
I know your game.

After knowing you
more than a decade,
being there
to look after your kids
while you
went out and drank away
the money
I loaned you,
all the while trying
to get yourself laid.
Man I played the fool.

I miss the kids,
and the 'should of dids',
as for you, you can go to hell.

Like the carcus
of a rotting animal
you give off
such a strong sickening smell.

**** the "Glade",
**** the
keeping all the
doors and windows open.

I'm going out
to have a drink,
What a weight
off of my shoulders.

Get lost
because
just got paid,
I'll be dammed
if once again
I'll let myself
get made.

© 2013

'Tata Madiba'
Father of the Nation,
Today you could have been 97 years,
but your journey of life was cut so short,
21 years years of democracy is what we will all remember you with,
Nelson Mandela,
the great fighter,
you tought us to love and be in unity,
your works we shall remember,
may your dear soul rest in peace forever,
while we still hold on to 67 minutes of Madiba day,
showing our love and care for our great nation as much as you did,
we love you Tata,
we honour your legacy,
together we still can because of your great dids,
'Halala Madiba Halala!!'

Squash dem
Dats wut I got ta do ta make ma own
Toss dem
Out da windows like dey dids me
Show dem mommas gots a bag
Coppa tone.
Pile dem
Like da two faced deuces dey is.
File dem
Put dem in cabanets
Lock dem up
Wit da otha boyes
Not mens.

In the darkness, I see a small light
In the heart of the light is a mirror
I gazed in the mirror, something isn't right
What I saw is the reflection of all my errors.

My eyes are blank, made my tears less
My lips are dry and can never impress
And my hair is a total mess
Like how my life fell into a great mess.

I felt great grudge
I gave the glass a big punch,
I stared at my hand that bleeds
Felt extreme guilt for my past dids.

I'm so full of flaws,
I deserve to be under death's claws
I keep being judge by man's laws,
I have no right to face my foes.

I picked up a piece of a brocken glass
I saw a piece of my past
Slowly, the light vanished in the darkness
My hand fell down and losses my grip, emotionless.

A story of... Oh my!

Shall it start with I
and run across time?

Will it tell about sighs
and losses of sight?

Could it draw upon the tide
of a thirst that will not die?

Let it borrow instead your eyes,
let it not be told starting with I

for, into this story, adrift of present day,
strayed from the hearted I,

left to the sparse foam of time,
only dids and didn'ts will pour, no whys.

jimmy walking home
no street lights no phone
wrong side of the walk
ruff thugs jimmy all talk
pigs all stumped about the whos and the dids
jimmy trying to get back with some milk for his kids
im eighteen and crying
cant believe jimmy is dying
my world getting grim
so i got to the gym
hitting the bag, not the ****
crushing the heavy, building the speed
fueled by rage
and my economic cage
gonna make the **** bleed
if im his next evil deed
just a trying normal dude
forced to be evil and rude
workin' and scrapin'
among the death and the rapin'
dont know no god now im the fear inside satan
keepin' my head up lookin' out past the skids
holdin' my own and bring milk to jimmy's kids

Angelic in stature, you're not a master,
You're not my master.
You're my equality spread like butter and jalapeño jam on a toast made to years of success.
Don't forget. It's not what you wished for,
It's not that you wished.

The fact remains that wherever the current decides to line itself and hang wet clothing is a decision made by beautiful coincidence,
So the legless can swim and the legged can spin in parking lot circles, it's the middle of the night and this is how you met her.

Can I pull a fast one? Well you cant pull a slow one, you can only carry it.
So yes, pull a fast one so the decision to put it behind you won't haunt me for the rest of life,
Because I don't want to say I almost did it,
I wanna say I did. I wanna say we loved each other madly in the corner of our parents lives so everyone left that part of the room undecorated, because the posters are ours.

The fact remains that wherever you decided to footstep the Earth is a decision made by beautiful coincidence and the world is friendlier then it seems, there is no need to impose.

Leave yourself to dry along the line set by the current,
We can wait because eternity enjoys itself in fooling us,
Shepherding the cants and wonts into oops I dids,
we believe, we believe, we believe.

First,
i broke my legs,
seemed you wouldn't stand
me being on my feet.

Then,
i abandoned my hands,
all my dids had fawls,
you pointed it out.

My voice wrinkled
as hoarsely you wanted
me quiet.

Finally,
i slipped my zipper
and let go of my will.

The day that bird
crossed my estrangement,
i took the golden azureous (")
of its passing by
and gave birth to myself.

Trying out my wings,
you now gaze at me
and still your blindness
will not allow you to see.

To love is a clarity,
a insight,
an offer of sanctuary
to our lover.

Would you know it...?

The wind claims my wings.
Irisdescence
composes my chant
and my chant summons life.

And i leave.

I was your fairy tale,
I was carried on a springtime breeze,
delivered on a paper plate.
You stole my sweetened cherry,
that day you set me free,
it was sweet,
so sweet,
my cherry, when you stole it,
you sank your teeth right in,
such pain,
as you bit me,
when you ripped away my innocence,
you stole my girl,
you released me,
you set me free,
to explore and to feel,
my life became real,
when my precious virginity, thou dids't steal.
(C) Livvi

Young one,
          Dids't thou not know of the beauty that lies within you?
For those young boys cannot see through,
Your remarkably queen like Ora...

The moments here stretch long,
Passing not as well they should,
But time's a stirsome nemesis,
Patience shown, your ground is stood.

Yet each victory rings hollow,
As no mercy is retained;
Every could've's gone forever,
Only dids, and deeds, remain.

And so the grief comes bidden
For the past that might have been,
And the future remains hidden
By time's maw of depths unseen.

What was is a chimaera,
What will be: a siren's song;
All that's true is just to be,
In just one moment stretching long.

A day
Its kinda fresh in mind,started it in day that got lowed of life events
Event that hindered my success life progress.but ain't regretting of it,Destiny  route
In mornin' tryin to reason in payin wisdom,presenting unworthy information in forms to lenders,stressed afterwards
Fake ally get you joined in a liquor session,letting me testin ***** that got my principles weakened on process..
Outcomes of using it came as other did they vocation ,failed to act
As It used to be rotten smelly smoke,better smelled as one did the passing..
Stepping,chance to take it with sound of one's finger shake ,puff it,it choked me
I got laughter afterwards,it was fun to be told it was **** highness since it was uncontrollable and unconditional.
Ooh the habit is getting rapid,ain't scaring
Keep in touch of hustlers,got a real meaning of life
[  ] You should not think that much,it will get you bored,incase when overseeing events
Now puffing is hourly event,normal to each daily dids
#konsmokeweed

I lay accused
Of much saucy sorcery
A comique travesty
Of injustice
Of lying with a mate
Of a wiccan witch
My plea lay before me
And yaye
Verily didst i say
He limply didst try
To have his way
And much awkwardness
Dids't follow
But i was much revolted
And disinclined to enjoy
As i was not the type
To have such sauciness
With any kind of boy
As he limply did
Try to lay
But was unable
Under such a fine table
To put on
Any kind of display
Where-in his goodly wife interjected
And saying i spoke troth
As he was so oft
To try any available broth
Where-in he was put in stocks
And was allowed
To keep on his socks
And i was duly cleared at the bench
And thereafter had frolics
With his goodly wiccan *****
For we were both thesbians
Or something of that ilk
And shared many a moment
Of curdling our milk

by Jemia