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The monster within

The rage consumes my soul like storms rising tide.
Angry waves constantly beating any hope of being…
God lost my blueprint to life it seems.
A thousand times I shout….
My lungs bleeding for me to stop…
A million times my fist hit the walls…
But still the rage surges.
I cling to the last thought that made me feel ….worthy….
Like an infant clinging to it’s mother in times of uncertainty…
As it endlessly battles the darkness within me…
Clinging to life as I once did.
A bloody battle…..an internal struggle…
Do I just let go and let this raging monster within consume me?

I choose to fight!

Slowly a voice rises from the ashes of my charred soul….
Louder it grows…pounding away….
Drums of a battle on the brink of victory…
A phoenix drenched with the possibility of a new tomorrow…
A smile slowly creeps across my lips…
Like a new life rising from the dirt.
It’s then that I realize.
I’m alive!!

Closer to God

An obscene scene
decorated by gasoline
burns immortal.
ignited by the visceral vapours
of gluttony.

Tangled, entangled
constrained, tight
the all-knowing iris
gleams in the moonlight.

The fires siege the prudent scalp
turning all righteous thought
into a useless pulp

a gasp, a breath
a finger, a breast
her eyes turn to marble
and her passions are laid to rest.

Schizo-me

I’m truly a wordsmith with poetry and rhyme…

If you haven’t realized it by now, I guess… you must be blind.

I really don’t feel bad if you don’t like my page…..

I have a place where my poetry’s all the rage.

In his head yes!

Damn! …. I wasn’t even speaking to you Chris….

Who’s Chris?

Oh!… Just the voice in my head… which the last words… rhymed with…

Who thought you can actually do that with words…..

You mean, put it on a treadmill backwards… and still make it come first.

Yes it’s a skill…. I probably mentioned this before….

It’s like the words just flow…. from my third minds eye’s core.

I completely zone out….?

Yes! …Please don’t pout… I’m always on the scout ….for my scythed words to put doubt…

Or even reroute…..

Your thoughts or your feelings……

Maybe in theory…..then you’ll like these pages.

If you haven’t realized it by now…

I’m oracle 707…..so please just stay calm.

Maybe I should just try… and put that diff-erent-ly……

The oracle 707… in actual fact …is just me.
The oracle 707

State of chaos

State of chaos
When are we going to realize we a slave to the system and just standing by…
Like a passerby…!
Witnessing their love being cooked and fried…, on a grill… you paid for…and this can’t be denied.
It sores me to see this state in chaos…, playing it cool like they control us.
We put you there…, don’t think we don’t have the power to pull the chair…
Right from under there… Sorry I didn’t mean to scare…,
You’ll fall to our level… and groveling won’t help…
Because we just don’t care!
The government is blinding us…, like mice…, but this time the clock just isn’t there…
What I’m saying…, they robbing the wood from the forest…but this time it’s the opposite…
What I mean is …they stealing from the poor and giving to the upper-shit…
We too good a soldiers…, to rise up against a corrupt government…
And they are Loving it!!
A justice system designed to take away your pride…. and shovel it.
I wish I had a super power like hulk… and take the fight to them, and make them jump a bit.
Like a Jack…., or I mean popcorn because these devils are just playing the masses and hiding their horns…
Like the thorns…., We live with daily…
Everything’s mediocre, but not like… tele tube’s Martin Bailey..
More like the state ate the land and selling it…like a piece of cake on a plate…
I mean they sold part of a mountain… for god’s sake.
If that’s not insane enough…. I live in a world where the order of the day…
Is to wear bullshit accepting night vision shades…
It’s not this generations issue is the call of the day…
What about your precestors …do they not have a right to say….
How they want to live on their day….
The world is cruel and the ships in the bay…
I mean the pirates all died…
By the way!
They were the only ones that stood against the rising tide…
That is today!
So why the hell don’t we care? …, Let me share… this truth,
Not like a confession…, more like lost ambition…, of what I could have be…
If I was born 500 years from now…, so now you see…
Like peas in a pod….
And the only one that stands out is… Me!
Why? …Because I see things… diff-erent-ly!
I’m preaching to the choir… so why even bother …
I’ll just swallow these words…
Or do you Agree!!
The oracle 707

IT

I am it
I am undefined
I am paving the walls of self-discovery
I seek myself in the depths of my inner most being
I seek the life sustaining entity
I delve into the source of this consciousness…
The inception of this mind
The thoughts that course through the flood gates of intuition
Subscription to this state of mind is exclusive
It can’t be named
Intangible
It can’t be sought
Unrecognizable
It can’t be brought
Unattainable
It is welded into my bones
Its code is the life rushing through my blood
I am it
I am undefined
I have paved the walls of self-discovery

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…

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