Dear Superman,
It seems this world has no room for me and you
That's why they dont understand what me and you went through
We sacrificed our time and our lives to save the day,
To save them from themselves
But they slunder and say they dont need our help

Superman, you are the man of steel
And I am the man of Wood,
But that has taught me that even the strongest man in the world cant stay good

   yours sincerely
    Allan Mzyece

Baby, I am no Superman, please dont expect me to be everything
I am no Batman, I make mistakes more often
I am no Flash, I wont save you in time
I am no Villain, even if Loving you is a crime

I am a Superhero, give me a chance to prove it
I am still figuring out my Super power
And baby, the only Super Power I have is Loving you!!

Stranger danger, I am about to make all kinds of poets surrender... how? you wonder why? let me clarify :- let me amplify; my voice is sharper than a knife when I say I love Natalie
Adding a twist between different lives
i magnetise, form faster than they spread there lies
they say that I NEED TO BUY ***** JUST TO OPEN UP YOUR BIBLES
because i am possessed by Love demons
but to all Poets, i stand as a Villain; my messages stay hidden for someone with greater vision
you can't understand my cranium inside, i have a god's insight
I have been painting the future just to fall in love with the past
I miss them all! i miss my soul busked in the devil's mask
this is something that you will never outmatch! this is life vibrating a damb man's uvula
cute babies lubricating toys with saliva, while i am busy kissing a former lover in a world under, but above all you poets that slunder
Your words I plunder!
I am a first class writer
You can't bring me down
because I robbed you of your Crown!

I removed King Author's sword from the stone & I picked up Thor's hammer & I raised them up so high
As Zeus' lightening bolt fell from the sky
I keep picking up great arts from the past
Because I learnt well from all those that passed
They are trying to rest in peace but I keep disturbing them with my questions like
"****** I know you're great, but what would you do if I resurrect you & Many A'troop?
disturbing them like
"Osama, is it really you? If so, I would like to know exactly what country would you blow up if I resurrect you & Many A'troop?
I keep disturbing them with questions like
"O'William O'boy you were thee but great, I shalt but wonder not to slunder, what thy you scrawl down upon the paper if you were TO BE OR STILL TO BE resurrected?
all greats have given me part of their answers, apart from two great men;
Jesus & Newton, I cant believe I never found Jesus' tombstone
I tried to convince Newton to tell me the laws of defying gravity but he said I dont have the capacity
I keep picking up grt ART

Met someone who was all that I dreamed in a man.. filled me with laughter that I haven't experienced in a while... touched me with such gentle hands and whispered such sweet words, that I started to feel myself floating as if I was already in love.. time after time we spent together... moment after moment how we enjoyed one another. Endless text and childish giggles we both receive.. How I'm enjoying him and he's enjoying me.. Minutes turns to hours as hours turn to days.. Things seem to slunder things seem to change. Attitudes come forward.. assumptions bring on rage.. make up *** is what we wanted.. **** how we made each other feel some type of way.. He started acting funny.. I started not to care.. I did what I did cause I wanted he did what he did just to play.. when it all boarded dwn to nothing all I can truly say.. when you think you've found what you wanted.. hell it's truly an illusion anyway!

pickneed habs in slunder covals
hicked and snayed at fair Medusa
agitated by her beauty
and the statues in her keep
all the while a stranger climbing
sword and shield upon his back  

by the entrance stood Medusa
as the pogwach sninckled closer
and the caliwhisps outgrabe
o'er the cliff she peered in wonder
at the beast's ascent towards her
gallow broamsmade in her heart

then, at last, he reached the cornice
rose and stood in briersome glaw
never facing fair Medusa
though the urge was thick and glarn
helpless there she stood in silence
motionless her angsome fra

all at once the blade ascended
snicker-snack and finished all
fair Medusa's life was ended
the wrickling beast now turned and saw
saw the pallid stoney visage
saw and wept in sloamy spow