Archives for October 2014

TEARS OF TEARS

You make me realise, no matter what they do that it is still me and it never be someone else
My friends don’t call, my enemies are laughing
I could not even see with my own eyes
Killers never get away with murder, but murders are no doubt killers
I wish I was between the clouds, I have never seen anything so far yet so meaningful
Now you see and maybe you will understand
That is not all I wanted to say, but nothing I want to say more
Woke up… Woke up the dream is over, that one is a…..nightmare, a night man, an owl in the night, a night heart, night eyes, night lies, but that one look very closely look again
Beauty without thought
Eyes with no sight
Bells ring, but who pulled the rope?
The beast with all this beauty
Clouds mystery of all
A boy in a dress a girl was put in her shoes or maybe was his boots
Without the penny it still goes around
My battle my life for my life given by the most high
If nature did not impress her, what would?
A friend without a secret
That bird that was once free now is caged
My plea, my outmost plea freedom
My cry is now for us, not to forget them
Is it you who killed me or are you my killer?
My eyes red, tears blood
My mouth closed………………………………and my tears are tears of tears

FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO

Frustration at the truest

I use my pen to get rid of this overwhelming frustration….

When my life feel lost with no direction.

I call out but all that silence is the answer….

It really looks like I’m backed in a corner.

This is really when I’m truly at my truest…

Even when the whole world is acting stupid…

I’ll fight till I die!!

If not for me, then for my family’s pride…

So I’ll fight till I die as I said before….

A true champion I am …right to the core.

Don’t stress or don’t run or even make a fuss…

I’m rhyming aren’t I …without having to cuss.

So sit back relax I swear I’ll make it to the moon…

Without any help it looks like…I’ll still be there soon.

At the top I’ll look down to scurrying ants…

I’m up here I’ll call …just listen to their chants.

In my head it comes loud a voice screaming you fool…

Just chillax!… This dark time will be over soon.

To those reading and think this is not tough…

You try telling a story that rhymes with like…stuff…

This is a skill so why try and be buff.

I’ll slay you pieces with my written rhyme….

I challenge you …no dare you to give this a try….

When you fail remember what I said…..

This is not easy so please go back to bed.

The plight of the living

Have you ever felt like screaming…..?
But know one hears your thoughts.

It’s like I’m living this daily…..
But only ten times worse.

The world should be our canvas……
But instead we are its curse.

So when will it end..?
When… the human race has been dispersed.

Oh No! …this is not a twisted plight….
No! I’m not a tree hugger

I just don’t think ……
Killing the living is right.
The oracle 707

True State of Mind?

Why is it so hard….for people to see?
I feel like I’m the only one suffering.

I don’t see through special glasses…..
Or even pray to the sea……..

I’m talking about this unsavoury character, called democracy…

Also I don’t think…..BEE…
Stands for bind everyone for eternity.

I’m not trying to be clever or even trying to rhyme…

But I’m getting a bit annoyed, with people’s state of mind.

You would jump to the conclusion, we talking about mine…..

But my dear it’s the opposite….
So for now I’ll just sign.
The oracle 707

Yesterday

Just yesterday I felt like i couldn’t walk, I felt like it was the end for me
Just yesterday i had it all, I felt like it was my moment
Like it would remain as is, then again just yesterday
I was sad i felt like i couldn’t carry on, I was ashamed
It just felt like the whole world was watching me and laughing at me

Just yesterday i was happy, I felt like i was at the top of the world
Like nothing could go wrong, I was the moon looking down on the stars
I felt like i could be anything i wanted to be, everything was just a breath away
Today looking at yesterday I realize the only difference is my thoughts
My strength lies in my thoughts; I can channel the right energy and Change my life
I can look at the glass half empty and soon enough it would be empty
It was my choice

Then one day i woke up, looked at my life and I made a choice
I changed my thoughts, I made a promise that i would refrain from being pessimistic
I was going to let yesterday be live my today and make the best of it
Because truly speaking yesterday is gone…

The plight of the living

Have you ever felt like screaming…..?
But know one hears your thoughts.

It’s like I’m living this daily…..
But only ten times worse.

The world should be our canvas……
But instead we are its curse.

So when will it end..?
When… the human race has been dispersed.

Oh No! …this is not a twisted plight….
No! I’m not a tree hugger

I just don’t think ……
Killing the living is right.
The oracle 707

In the a.m

Five of the a.m. I think of you. Your mind and beauty. You awaken what I thought couldn’t be in me anymore.
I know not what all this means. I know this life nor love never lasts yet I find myself ready for the experience.
I swam back into the deep darkness. Where the water has went unexplored,not even by the light. Only darkness lives where I put my heart.
I have it open.its free of the chains I tied around it. So that it may not love nor by any chance surface from the deep sea I tossed it into. I wish to give it to you. Do with it as you please. It was never mine to tame.
When it’s all done I shall have it back for I knew from the start it will never be your best. I will not blame or curse. I will only be thankful for the experience. I’ve sang the unloved lover’ s song before, and life is too short to do it again. It doesn’t give me any pleasure. I’ll smile in the end instead.

Naked Visions

As my eye’ see darker into the light, my mind understands the
time that has past

the mountains are glowing with dusty purpule airs

the sun is far too far from the mountains. above the heavens darkening fields, I can see a few stars shinning, and right in the calm before nature and me, birds flying has descended

insects and bugs starts with their chorus, now every step I take is
in focus, but soon the questions of the day will hunt me in bed
till then peace becomes a prey

but then the night is prettier than
the day, its blinks in green glitter where neons has been passing, its fields the pastures of grass with tiling mist, even spring water isn’t fresher than the sweat dew falling from leaves

the night is still like a crocodile hunting, its quiet like the words from the bible, nrat as a staw hut

but soon the light will walk on the sky with the sun on it’s hands and morning will dress my visions

The Untold Blues Of Poetry

Still in a dream a shadowy light marches through the mind and
mist my past with a dreamy fascination, it filled all the cold voices in my imaginations

through poetry, like a ghost vanishing without a trace untold expressions cast a shadow over my imaginations, in the medit of silence crept lines, lines so diverse you bet this lie is reherrsed

my poetic being is scribbling in my mind, my thoughts are quiet and magical like the death of my character, I could’nt move to skate on the pad, I’m thinking, my mind flickering with the poetry, even the lad in me is awake, my passion, my inspiration, but I know this story wont be told

Beneath the earth Poetry is a key to a peaceful world that lies deep
within the mysteries of peace, I layeth still composing this magical bliss of sweetness I will only witness

the noise in my stress is now silence, Poetry in my head is the very best piece I have ever
had

all I can here is the chaos of children with echos of laughter ringging out clear, like the sound in the flaps of a butterflies wing, I realise i’v just missed a poem, I
could’nt do much it got me prisoned for reason, that why I call it, The untold blues of Poetry…

NB:The best poem I have ever read is the one that only appeared in thought

The Untold Blues Of Poetry!

Poetry Progeria

Small and 7, curious of the world innocuously searching for answers
Bilabial and nasal stops endeavoring speech
Syntax still unripe, Mother deciphering my guileless Morse code
A premature Bill Bojangles I dance to entertain, kin laugh in amusement

But patriarch absent, view of mankind altered.
The neurotic pang matures me in haste, Old Boy I become.
Like Lao Tzu I too am a poet