"equiped" poems
don't try
be the acorn in the molasses. be the demon in your thimble of hope. be That Guy.
save your trophies in your spit. keep breathing, but don't quibble with ice long trinkets and dead sky.
trip on your theme and plant facedown, the rally of your kingdom !
you
Will Be
at some
Time,
the Unspeakable Lisp of your Acute Prayer
at half speed, the true grit of your paralyzed steam... the frozen lightning
of your effortless... The True Would, if You Could.
but you can't seem to Jimmy the Lock
as much as be locked; you canter
in the stable Chaos.
You dust off the Rotten Preamble
too a previous
Horror.
you come
equiped to slip into the trojan noise,
you come as often as a candle
in the pitch dark
without a voice;
in shambles.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
Um spoiled for choice
As i look at all these beautiful african girls
I like i like oMampofu
So. Filled with life
They sparkle with untired enthusiasm
Waiting to explore. To kno more, knowledge seekers
Leaning on life's edges....they excite me
But then i really do fear the power
oMaSibanda , abangehlulwa thambo strong women
They stand tall to life's demons
Ever open claws defending her family
I bite my lips as i ponder over
OmaKhumalo.,, the royal blood of amandebele
Enadla umuntu limyenga ngendaba
Uphelele lomfazi as she walks kudikiza umhlaba
Their skin so smooth dreams glide through it
And they know it
so they leave trails of pride when they pass by
I am spoiled of choice
Really the african girls are beautiful
I sometimes lose myself in the fine tuned voices
Of oMaNcube
OMpangazitha bluberring sweet nothings
With a thousand stars held in her eyes
She suprises me sometimes
how she paints dark hours
Into abstract art with no care at all
Bending the rules to capture a smile
OmaMoyo power in speech
Their tongue builds a nation
For Her lips even with such authority stills spill lustful imaginations
Um spoilt for choice
Africa is beautiful such beautiful daisies
The humble sweet Mandlovu, ogatsheni, ontaba engabhodwa ngale kwayo
Big heart and such understanding
Silently holding up cries within
Soundproofing the screams of pain
With a smile that melts my soul
And oooh
OMaNyathi with natural yellow skin
Light beings colouring our dark covers
Uyapenda isizwe,
Obuhle obungakhuzeki
Confidently Conqouring man's heart
Um spoiled for choice
These sons of africa have made pillars of daughters
Each tribe holds omama, oauntie, ogogo, odadewethu,
Black African ladies
Forged in the wilds of africa
Taught to respect and love
I crown all african ladies
With fresh picked daises of my appreciation
For you..... You ladies of Africa you are
Queens
Cause of every imperfection
With every stumble,
Every struggle
You dont let trouble cling on
You walk on
high in your red stiletos
Tight brown pumps,
Black polished sandals
And dust off yesterday's thoughts
Cause u kno today is another day
Another chance to conquor
But if you dnt today u still wake up ivin. More equiped
Cause u an African woman
I am spoiled for choice my heart
Can not decide
My heart can not decide..
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 8:48 AM UTC
Pain over rules all
Regretful of my past, present and future
What is it with life?
People talk about ups and downs
Reminiscing your scars only aches
No sign of healing nor strength
Once so equiped with words
So sure of what to say,
Of what to write
Now, no more
It is not only actions but the impact of words
How you get pulled into abyss
How you're forced into isolation
Words are what matter
They compel you to think
They take you to places and touch your soul
Either poignantly or intimately
It is the impact of words
The harsh and crudeness in them
The hurtful things that you hear
They can take away all of you!
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
I see it
I see it in the eyes of strangers in the street
Passers by I'll never pass by and greet
I see it in the chasers who never catch a dream
Only wanting to keep something that is fleeting
I hear it
I hear it in my own head as I read a strangers words
Ill-equiped to express such sorrowful pain
I hear it in the clumsy strewn together sounds
I understand what is said in the veins
I feel it
The heart beat
Blood and dirt
Scars that are reminders
Stars that can't be reached
I feel it in the depth that is an ocean
In a universe inside a mind
Where the horses have wings
And we can be saved anytime
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Who of all these will put me down
The serious and lazy all together
Casual and combat ready for a mission.
Much as the back is built with terror
My succcess is assured to the throne
having been there time and again
Just like you can't teach an old gorilla the
paths of the forest
Equiped with experience and
shinning with medals from
the previous wars.
Am blocked from reaching the peak
but before death holds you captive
your plan is never a failure,
like soldiers never run out of invasions,
a star fights to maintain position
in coldness or sunshine.
There is nothing sweeter compared to living
successfull
You carry prestigious names with no pay
All a close associate to thousands.
Blow the trumpet to his entry for
the jungle rule applies.
only to test how patient and
tactical you can over look danger
to a dream.
Too much sharpness can cause failure
As a single bracelet doesnt jingle
boiling situations in abundance only to start,
test and run with sour conclusion.
A simple bomb clears hundreds to the flow
but though amongest plenty the brave ones
survive. Let the last man stand
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
silicon valley & the _DPRK_
finally team to create an _ICBM_
launching an actual AI equiped
_Voltron_ the size of multiple
skyscrapers piled one atop
another; launching into space
leaving an enormous crater;
to search the stars for equal
opponents & finding none turns
on the earth
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
Equiped with a smile
sharper than a scythe
trying to shine
through my darkest nights
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC