Look at all those monkeys
Jumping in their cage.
Why don't they all go out to work
And earn a decent wage?

    How can you say such silly things,
    And you a son of mine?
    Imagine monkeys travelling on
    The Morden-Edgware line!

But what about the Pekinese!
They have an allocation.
'Don't travel during Peke hour',
It says on every station.

    My Gosh, you're right, my clever boy,
    I never thought of that!
    And so they left the monkey house,
    While an elephant raised his hat.

first of all i unblock the reading block.
then i unblock the writers block,
that i feel heavy in my chest
the rest is the monk in me exposed
to write dailies on all sorts of matters.

this aspiration i am declaring
will be re-written by monks hand
i can feel flow of the monk,
like Geoffry  Chaucer reincarnated
modern day Canterbury Tales, i will write
on my poetry pilgrimage  .

i am an aspiring poetry monk
i foresee a poetry monk,
who will invent and reinvent words
for poetic stories to be told infinitely
like numbers.

megacreative poetry crew personified by poetic devices (we the best exploring poetry industry) Words that doesn't sound strange to any ear, words that can be called one poem heals all.
Listen to these words made from punchlines and their cousins figure of speeches immaturity fall.
Blessed are the ones listening to the poem written by the hands that got the touch of the situation.
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices) Rocking back n fourth whining side to side into the bigger picture of literature as big as the important use of rhymes in a poem brews and cooks magic.
The magic that is the ear bud to your ears.
The magic that is infused with words that are born from soothing figure of speeches that's their mothers.
We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
As it will move you it doesn't hurt to dream of being on a cover page of Forbes.
Ofcourse, morden men doesn't shove wives with chores.
With words, the mind and soul resasitation.
Holding the mic to melt the written punchlines on the blessed pages, you got to love such situation.
Wisdom shows up just as we throw words on the white surface with red lines like a sangoma throwing bones on a mat created through tradition.
For us write words that unlocks wisdom to your mind that's as entertaining as theatre.
Poetry is alive in us.
Water it, ignoring such soothing words into your soul it will be as peace destroying as a witch.
Just as we play around the pages with a pen its the first stage to one's life changing, but as we spit words Personified by poetic devices Rocking back n fourth , whining side to side one is healed. Megacreative Poetry Crew  (personified by poetic devices)

I want my body to be post-morden art
I want my actions to be guerilla theatre
I want all my words to be poerty
I want my reality to be surreal

I want my mouth to be a ampilfer for my heart.
I want to be a teacher
I want the world to know every part of me
I want you to know how i feel.

megacreative poetry crew personified by poetic devices (we the best exploring poetry industry) Words that doesn't sound strange to any ear, words that can be called one poem heals all.
Listen to these words made from punchlines and their cousins figure of speeches immaturity fall.
Blessed are the ones listening to the poem written by the hands that got the touch of the situation.
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices) Rocking back n fourth whining side to side into the bigger picture of literature as big as the important use of rhymes in a poem brews and cooks magic.
The magic that is the ear bud to your ears.
The magic that is infused with words that are born from soothing figure of speeches that's their mothers.
We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
As it will move you it doesn't hurt to dream of being on a cover page of Forbes.
Ofcourse, morden men doesn't shove wives with chores.
With words, the mind and soul resasitation.
Holding the mic to melt the written punchlines on the blessed pages, you got to love such situation.
Wisdom shows up just as we throw words on the white surface with red lines like a sangoma throwing bones on a mat created through tradition.
For us write words that unlocks wisdom to your mind that's as entertaining as theatre.
Poetry is alive in us.
Water it, ignoring such soothing words into your soul it will be as peace destroying as a witch.
Just as we play around the pages with a pen its the first stage to one's life changing, but as we spit words Personified by poetic devices Rocking back n fourth , whining side to side one is healed. Megacreative Poetry Crew  (personified by poetic devices)

Let me cry
So I can feel human
Let me cry let me scream let me get angry
What a lie

9 to 9 like I got no soul
Call it work
But you're nothing but a foolish ****
9 am to 12 am  like I got no soul
They tell you keep it professional
How can I when its 24/7
Are you God and my work is taking me to heaven ?

Cause I don't do that much for God himself
You expect me to do it for living in constant hell ?

Have I lost all meaning if I dont "work hard"
Work till my bones scar
With all the natural toxic outcomes that I've been shoving inside
To keep it professional
24/7
Tell me are you the one taking me to heaven

Work hard to make it
Make it till more people know you while you fake it

Shove down this so called human
Emotions, true connections
Are you delusional ?

Make you more money while I take the 0.00000000000000000000000001%
To stay alive and work harder to make it
Make it till I take the 100%
And pay it on the few minutes I am free
Pay it on therapy
On all the scars it has caused to me

Imposed on me since birth
To be more this or that

I cant even finish this poem cause Im sleepy
Exhaused to the bone its getting creepy
9 to 9, am I alive ?
Cause its seems Im only that when Im crying for what I should strive

I have no words to express no more
Theyve been exhaused on being your money *****
Make it work
Make them the money
Make it work
Stop acting funny
For 1 min
For 2 mins
But you need to work till you finish
Your life
Is not yours for living.
Morden time slavery.

I do for you, you do for me, not in the bad way, I am speaking positively.
Cain killed Abel and his curse lives on even now.
The brotherhood has been lost and doubtful that it may be ever found,
Today brothers don't understand their roles and their responsibilities,
So they become eye servants and forced waste commodities.
Some men call their brothers brother yet their friends and strangers receive brotherly love,
So forsake their own families and placed others above,
I was once like this but my heart have been opened wide,
Now I know my true brotherly responsibilities I chose to hide.
People need you when they want things and want you when they need help,
But as it don't benefit their interests they're gone.
Most are like snakes, I rather have a pet snake than trust the likes of men,
Because the snake has less understanding than the least of them.
I don't understand , I am helpful and heartly,
I love to share and I always give the best of my self.
In return selfishness and the "never have".
They tend not to do the same unfortunately they give unjust rewards instead.
Like a flame the combustion of my essence and feelings cause my soul to ignite,
But because of self absorbed humans began shutting the doors of my heart tight.
I live in a blood thirsty world where men feed only for themselves,
The are greedy and they beg and have many hiding for them on their shelves.
I realized that not everyone would stand by your side,
Some wont ride for you until you die.
This new generation of men are weak viperous one indeed,
Search high and low to plant their viperous seed.
Wickedness and evil intents are driven and preached,
Heavenly laws and commandments disobeyed and breached.
I asked myself a question, so weird and suddenly,
Question to myself is why do others try to subjugate me?

Dindle, dindle
Moffy harat--
Sopol washay kivy Karrem...

Haloolay, binsweepbmigoo!
Dashal lats a hamy dreamdrop.

Ash laren ta wa hoofy morden,
Anwal op tot gooris mork

Hing, sweech, dench, boon:
Ommay carse a see-tee korbin.

Ommay narch a long bingboon.

Ommay larse a leech, leechy bimbat a sa tarray en flelnflap.

Acatosteh.

Long hours pass by, waiting for his text,
All i have on my mind is what will i type next.
Our chats is my nest;
Is this a test?

Oh! Those letters on the screen,
Have the power of saving my sanity.
People say i should keep it as an amenity,
But to my heart its a necessity.

Our hands may never meet,
But my veins have the distance sealed.
Your greeting makes my heart beat;
When i talk to you I've got a skip in my feet.

I'll pray to every god i swear,
To have a minute to spare,
To touch you is my dare,
I love the way you care.

If you leave me my heart will rupture,
Cause you have given my life structure.
I'll be there to nurture;
I'll be there for you.