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An Untamed mind, decayed in time passed:
Finding miracles in love that lasts
Memories wander into life’s inferno,
Ashes – killing all blossoms of hope
Murder becomes a longing…
Far from my grasp – evading this weakling…
Wondering how people meet time; decades!:
Time frozen in day – youth slumming through ages.
Envy’s list – never-ending,
Joy and friendship non-depending.
I’ve tried and tried and tried some more:
I’m tired of always keeping score…
I was pleased to hear your name
I was amazed to see a face like you
Your smile, time stop for that moment to wonder
Scared as I was my heart would have break if I said not hello
For once I took notice of my voice and yours was unbelievable
I said my heart out
I told of secrets kept hidden from the rest
I held you and assured you of never letting you go
My life was for you to protect
I held your hand and walk with you through that storm
Your tears I hold precious not to fall down
In your eyes I saw not an angel, but the image of the most high
You told me I was everything that your inside longed for and likewise I said
I called you not darling, sweet heart neither my half, but by your name and you said it was sweet, and your name is sweet
Then suddenly I was walking by your place
I saw you holding his hand and I nearly died of honestly
Was it really you my sweet turning bitter on me?
I believed it not
You saw I and your head went down and my head turn in the other direction because of disappointment
It was the truth we lost it, we really have lost it
You told me the day after my heart break that you never meant to hurt me
It was the truth you were always going to hurt me
I left and tears like a flood came rolling down my cheeks
I wanted to despise your existence, but my love was too pure to consider it
Storm and storms and weather grey become my daily existence
Was I dead inside for my smile was just a waste, but definitely a frown
Lady so sweet left me fragile
One day I smiled with I to see what will come forth
The thought of you disappeared like a long memory in the mist
Finally was I free from you
Then one day I heard you were looking for me
I found you sitting on a branch of a fallen tree; broken did I feel like the tree
You came running and hug i
Your eyes were full of tears, I wanted to push you a far from me, but only could hug you and embraced you
I hugged you because I knew the hurt you felt and nobody deserves it
You said he broke your solid heart and the pain was not bearable
I told you to stop because sense you were making not
You cried, I had nothing to give to you to wipe your tears
You asked me how could He?
I asked you how could he?
You said how could he take I away from you, but remember you let me away from you
It was getting late; can I take you home I asked? You said no, because you had no place to call home as I was your only home.
I tried to ignore you and what you were saying, you begged for forgiveness. For what I asked?
Please forgive me for the hurt and pain I caused so replied, I said don’t worry it is already done and I was okay with a face mixed with emotions.
I would not show my disappointment neither my hurt… damn you screamed
What went wrong you asked? I replied and said nothing went wrong only your greed was best answered.
Believe in me and I believed in you.
I asked if you will be fine and you said totally you were fine
Only to be find out to be the most scared of them all even though she said I ‘m beautiful
You are forgiven because it is the greatest of all gifts I would give….. goodbye our paths have crossed again.
FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
