So clear it's shinny,no tear drops called rain,nor is the sky trumbling with rust.You could swear the stars are helping the sun to colour the atmosphere.The clouds follow each other like soldiers at war,knights of day light. . picture the sound of the birds helping you to paint your image of perfection.

Well i failed to see through this day in grace,name me the son of faith.

Untittled Love

I had it with me,your smile and your last kiss.




I saw your face fade away,with that river next to you,your my passion.




I had it with me,that last day of your voice.Girl your my half soul.




I saw your face with a signal that says to me,please kiss me once more.




What have i done,just told you i love you,dear your my passion.
My girl.My best friend.My soulmate shes just to fine and perfect.

Broken or Spair

If love was for me and you,lets take caution and ignore the warning signs.
If love was a game of chess then,i'm your knight shining armer forget the king he depends on me.
If love was a game we need no third crowns,it takes two to tengo...lets take the first step.
If love was for me and you lets remain a single stone for ancient history.
If love was for me and you lets sing a song and blossom like nature.
If love was a game lets reach the safe house together and be crowned king and queen forever.
If love was a game then no rules will applay nor shall the be an end.
If love was for me and you we both begin to play and end it the same.
If love was for me and you lets remain eternal or apart forever...or quit.

She will never know...

I had just turned ten plus ten years old,
i had never seen much in private,
i had just began to watch television until late my parents had yet allowed me to sleep,
at anytime i wanted.
I had my future arted on a pieace of paper.
I was going places planning it daily and racing,
i took a break and when to my favourate place,
where old friends from a young age came and listened,
She came along it was certainly a surprise to my thoughts.
We gave time to know each other for that very moment,
she said its okay
then took me to her place where i broke into a stage i wasnt ready to go to.
That night it was amazing,
suddenly she chased me,
i continued to wait a little but she acted toll enough to show me.
I found myself standing in a mistical field i could never tell the difference,
then it struck me,
that was it...she will never know,
she broke my virginity.
Please come back to me,
i want to feel that touch,
that feeling you told me about,it will only feel like a dream the next morning.
she told me...
no your a player now how does it feel to be played too...it wasnt real so please your turn had pass.
I felt ashamed and pity she will never know she broke my virginity.lol! Lmao! Thats the story.

Soon i'll be backSoon i'll be back

in a few more days i'll be posting some good notes from short stories to my thoughts/poems and some of my fun speeches...so hold on.I'll be right back.

Lord !Oh God

Cheerful moments day by day jubilating
"worn by worry even when his words are written for guidence."
Only a single tree burns in flames concerning an evening.

God knows all and sees the breathed sorrows of my sins,
all in all he conquers and rewards us
"when i'm with love i care dearly"
shall we follow,praise him til we are delivered to the heavens,
jesus the son of man,!oh i wish i was him and i'll be victory....Amen

A stranger i called my love ran away with my heart

Why do you stare at me when my eyes are closed
its like your judging my smile.
Why do you fear when i let go of your hand,
as you pretend to be happy but sad,
showering me with enthusiastic words,
for you said your worthy to carry my name.
Fulfilled me with thoughts that convinced me,
we could be together for longer than i thought.
Your an exquisite flower,
with you i felt trapped in a room of florists,
consumed with scars from stabbing me right through the heart were it hurts most.
I always feard that it would be stolen
but this was far beyond i imagined.
You were so considerate and never anticipated so i named you precious,
but you left me wounded simply because i loved you,
more than i could measure the distance.

Longing happiness

Happier times are rare this days,
estrangered by acts of craziness some celebrations,
appreciating each moment becomes glorious.
Compared to a woman who just wants to know you,
its like a charm but more charismatic,
not pleasently regretful,but your consciousness acts.
So poor yet gladly well it has nothing to do with suffering nor disappointment but beauty.
Happier times are not sinful,
its a part of us we can not hide,
bitter we are indescribable longing,
your heart will rage with great pressure and shes waiting for you to frame the picture,
let it slide,peering through those eyes while pouring your heart.
Its the one you love that makes it a happier time even when we cry.

A simple thought

A nation isnt made up of colours and languages,but two people a man and a woman the rest are just reflections of their doings.

Dear friend

How old is it,the tittle is in descrite.
Often we be missing you
behaving in an unlikely manner,
how far can it be,shouting and screaming.
Death! Death!! When?...
Though we havin't reached,atleast this time we laughed and giggled.
Those sounds and colours
so pointless to ask for forgiveness,
fearless of whats to come next
atleast we said..."Rest In Peace"
With our voices will tell our differences.
Remember my tears would be invisible,
darkness pilled up along the pathway glowing mysterically,
How old is it,the tittle is indescite
and i'll be missing you
for these moments i spend alone,
depressful days uttering words of my conscience...
Your gone and i'm left alone,
I would be silent,thinking what a delicate memory.
I would be crying,
my tears triumphantly emerge
i would be missing you,
dear friend your not forgotten,
so beware,keep a watchful eye,
for i will hold you dearest when we meet again
somewhere else from here.

That feeling

....This feeling just keeps growing multiplying itself,my heart just weakenss."which feeling"...babes that feeling we had when we saw each other for the first time,remember you said you cried each night and day because i never came to say hey and i seemed to play hard to get...remember,when i said i was sad each and everyday because i craved to see you past by my house and i kept checking to see if your there,waiting for that very moment...sweetie that feeling we both felt when we kissed for the very first time...hey you promised but please let me go away and remember that feeling because it stays the same....

Enough Said...thank you

The clock is ticking times runing out,
counting down slowly saying welcome to my story.
When is thy who said it was mine just so nice,
vigorously it tense my emotions,
feeling said yet its not a journey to an end.
Thou thee has a historical lie,shall thy see the truth to my personal lesh,

What?...dounting each second,
a year it stands when it renders flaring from a long distance.
Whom shall thee be named thou thy hav to speak in phrases it remaind...
bell sounds even when sundays have been left,
the chorus to an end.

The clock keeps tingiling my ears,
when will it end,
what suggestion do you have?
it eased for a while meanwhile i said,
enough!...
i felt that touch it never last
thou it continued time and time and again screaming like a worrior,
battling to an End,
enough said it was a light i could not contain
thou it spread through within it never stopped...
his heart stiffined like a solid rock.

Patient,listen thy who believed relieved,
thee sweaped our minds and heart pounded like he who laid there.
Walking away for he came to rest,
wondering if heaven really existed good by...silent

Complex Diary: "Disappointment Of A Poet"

Complex Diary: "Disappointment Of A Poet"

I reflect on this poem it inspires me and defines each moment i have before i write...thanks to teboy impressive.

Anger of a young mind"with questions"

I have noticed being nice is so frantic,they think they know you from inside out but guess what your too fantastic,perfect it your way.If this isn't as true as the wind blows through the night then silence is the best meaningful word to all in one...the foundemental of knowledge is the key to taking it one step at a time so dance until the night nobody will give you a price...thats my theory.

Typical words

The melting of ice and a cloud over my thoughts,
if only i had not swallowed the sun and spit on the moon,darkness
would not be brighter.
Running around naked at night because no eyes can tell the difference,
picturing paradise where fear never makes an impressive entrence nor
will it ever be.
When one takes a journey to the east a taste of his footsteps lingers
in the west althou his from the south.
It takes a minute to say sorry but which language says it better....
how typical,
it hasnt been historical.
Calculating each moment i spend reading through those stars,
renaming each shower as i wish it can be as a wishing.
All he wanted was to walk alone or beside you with no fear of harm,
all he could ever want would be for you to say sorry...
If this hasnt been a true journey then it never ends because our
stories have changed from time to time,
and his words never did like yours and mine...go on imbark on your
farewell to the past and send gift to your future,
for the present generation so the ice will not melt.
Picture this the transformation of our memories into paradise only
happier times...just like a dream...typical.

Remember my song

Upon the mountains screaming and shouting,the wind sheltering the voice swifts to a far place.They listen carefully and realise it was a song of rejoice but far recognised as its not writen,if one was wise enough it would have sounded a lot better yet it kept teaching and the rain started pouring then trouble as rare as it is began...
Figure it out its never too late.

To be named

How i became a boy i wonder if it was a mistake.
I never meant to hurt nor cause harm,
how i became a boy would be a tale.
Wait ...i really have to stress this out...
How i was given a name,has nothing to do with unpleasentness.
Always had these feels of despair,enable to speal my last name.
Why me...
Why now...
Why this...
I never want to be named
i never want to be called,
i never want to be labelled.
I want out...
not in the near future.
How i became a boy has something to do with blessings,
so they say...
atleast thats what i heard.
If the sun shines tomorrow,
please dont wake me up,
i want to be born again once more.
But this question will stick to my heart not my mind,
atleast yesterday told be a story.
While today i reach out to the clouds and ask to be named...to be named.

The skylark with its true clouds

Only nature has the right tone,the signature for life,if all has fallen mistical then blinded for eternity for one has never admired the greatness of the creator.

From inside"I'm an African"

Most times i write about love because i cant run away from my past,from the southern africa comes a young boy soon to be a man.Some day a father and a husband to that future young lady as planned.
I might be scared but i have already taken a chance,
"Africa my begining Africa my end"
I dream beyond but not expecting to be rewarded,
my faith i place to God,
i might be young but not afraid to walk alone in the shadows of dawn.
In a land of wild creatures,trees of colour and beauty.
Descrimination and poverty,
yet love and care,
I stand,raised in a land of wonder.
My name you shall descover my image shall be my voice.
As i am an african and proud.Im glad i was born to witness the beauty of it all.To be continued...

Untittled

It was a hand full of dust the share of untilled fields,
surrounded by wildeness and viciousness spoiled by the front blest of salvation.
Thou it was silent,the whispering birds purify the heavens,
longing an aching in my heart exeedingly tearing him apart he never feard.
Untieng the knot of his burden,then freedom spoke.
Enough...,alone no more.
Defeat not the fail to try not deniel.
when all seem lost rest asured,continue...
Emptiness was the theme to giving up,but the journey was close to an end.
The wild pour its strews of ecstacy and thankless to hunger for his blessings,
far beyond his memories cherished to keep peace and prosperity.
It was a hand full of dust the share of untilled field a land beyond.

Wrapped around your heart

If i was angery i would tell,
when it comes to love its the same.
Worn by worry,
if i wasnt worthy enough.
Enough with tears and apologies,
if we smile in disguise,
laugh in deniel,
then kiss with regret,
I was forced to fall inlove
i shad a spark in my eye,
because of those comforting words from her smooth lips they kiss goodbye.
Now i remain a broken heart,
holding one piece,one is nowhere to be found.
but that doesnt come close to define,because i stood behind.

"in time a"So Nn Et"of a love thief "

Right straight in my eye it flew dressed in a greenish colour,
incompetant plant,i stare with mistical eyes.
With rage multiple builts of anger,
I yelled by my first name and wished to bite it to ease the pain of vengeances.
but i was indeed struck by the smell of ecstacy,
i treasured it for it managed to make me cry,
seasons changed,
it let go of its touch and nature smiled backwards.
not even a flinch of tears,
that flashed from out of nowhere,
i lost the count of time.
Either i was sleep walking writing my dream down,
or she was one of a kind.

"I wasn't too perfect,but why the sudden change of heart"

I was sitting alone when a phone call trigued my mind,i paused for a minute before i could pick it up. "hello"i went.She poured her heart out... "I know i may have never been able to say this before to you,face to face. "You comfort me with your presents and your voice" "You made me realise how much life is worth each morning i woke up," "Each time i thought of you,you came unexpectedly to my surprise. "...your a thousand reason for me to see the beauty and gorgeousness of love".I was unable to say a word,she weakned my heart...i was inlove. "If thats how i should describe it myself".We all deserve someone who loves us that much and who is able to show their love to us with tears although we have drift apart.I set there with wonder and patiency got the better of me,and images of our memories flashed before my thoughts.My conscious mind told me to call. "Hello...can i talk to...please?",that was the sound of my voice. "Almost exectly what i wanted to say to you just didnt know how to put it,deep inside my heart i felt the same way". "I wish i was the same guy you met years ago,although Im still am inside,the outside that makes me different,but what we had was precious you have always been my passion".Some how what i said wasnt exactly what i wanted to let out. "Ever wish that love had a voice,and mountains could drift closer than we are..." we both said it at the same time.I continued with my thoughts..."when i said i love you i said it to spite you,so please let me hurt you.Cry because its good,let me go and one day you will thank me" i said.By the time i was close to finish her sweet voice inturruped me with a word that said ..."I Love You"...but hesitated.I held my breath and told her goodbye this time it was a final goodbye...now i question myself,what is it with me and broken love?...

Apart From Love

Could this be over and done with,
With tears in my eyes
I'm not crying
Just improvising
Call it an act of shatterd heart
Call it an act of fearless love.
Here i am with tears in my eyes
Just listening to your voice Those sweet words...
they comfort my bitterd heart
yet they sound like a love song.

The breezing nights with stars in the sky.
Those walks in the park
your smile
Girl that first kiss you undone me.

Scattering images of our memories.
Can you hold it before it drops
Can you catch it before it shatters into a thousand pieces.
Always my first mistake
from my uttering of words,
beautiful,sexy
the most gorgeous girl in the world.

Broken,with a tear drop
i cry with much i hold back.
Yet no tears,
my love says nothing to you.
for your heart i despair
but defenseless
i stood there...
Your smile,your laughter
Im i not worthy enough,
caught me by surprise.
With tears in my heart,
Im no longer a shining star.

but darker than the half moon at night.
Right there my heart beats,
while it skips and i cry no more.

Remember

I'm scared,afraid thats what it's called.Now i'm infuriated and burgeanly frustrated but the anger will flare,because nothing stands in my way.What did i be desclosed over so i break free and name myself a hero,take away my name and i still remain with my voice that would be my image.So remember my words because now i yelled"tell me who you are?"

So NN et:"wide open"

Louded incounted blipping like a tone of birds,hanging on a broken branch.


Scoutching in a green simbeling carpet,like a jungle nothing like the dungean.


Wide open,a sparcils of beathrate thine,just
picturing a skalpture created by leverage skylark.

Wembling in a sour field,filled with corn plants,hungary with swet,scoutching in a wide open land.


Marking clouds of lark with trumbling steps of amusement in a wide open land.

Left Alone

All have disappeared but not worthy for a tear.
All has lost colour not rust just dust,flering wind adjust.

All has no melody to a pas de deux,without baby steps.
All has fled with disgust,mentioning savoir faire.

All has no archer,my star sign is sagittarius.
All has sounded in Latin,making rusty noise just meanless.

All has washed away,trying to repaint the smiles,once more i cry.
All has no burden,perching my back from behind a murk frightened.

All ephemeral inter vigorously,loose of apetite yet drooling...
All has mutilate despair,a single torch for the tunnel
ahead,darker days.

All has silence with tears in my eyes,just this once can we do it for lark.
All of them trapped in a sanctum,like the sun is scariar than the silent nights.

A bit of hope

When it comes you'll hear a sound from the mist,
do not run,bow and say hi...
When it falls from the sky,do not fear,lift a hand and pick it up with pride...
When you salute,wave goodbye,do not throw a stone behind and go...
When will the answers to my questions be puzzled in my mind,leaving me with spaces in between...
This time its called letting go of the past and trailing over to the next ride...longing comfort for i pause in the cold winter day,which way to go next.

Ready to Love

Life is so good i wrote a song and sang it alone then suddenly a second voice seconde me.


My love just fade away it sounded,but out of nowhere i wrote a poem that said:"One early morning in a cold winter breeze,i found a golden coin that reads freeze".

"During the day under the trumbling blazing sun.It was a summers day,i mistaken it of a bitterd smile".

Somehow it felt so good i never wanted to stop singing even when i realised my ex girlfriend was standing behind me.

I continued...
Singing she seconde me,and shad a bleeding tear,but that smile kept poking me inside.Just had to give up,shes much more than a golden diamond ring.

Did i tell you this was randomly writen not a true story,pity that i felt her present smell judging from her staring sight...she mine and i belong to her somehow.

Just like that coin i found,i felt i did not deserve it,so i returned it to its right ful owner...but it was a toil yet i did something good for myself by letting her go,they deserved each other.

Thoughts"pounding heart"

If you woke up with a feeling that says: "Are you okay??. . ." replie by saying "why do you care" **Laughing. . .Its called the heart where you locate the stressful sounds you hear running in reindeer mourn with sore pain,because its too much to bare.Ruling over a defenseless soul but not despair just an act of ponderous saga."Pain is inevitable,suffering is optional" to these deaf ears its unspoken.

Until next time,you keep quiet and listen very carefully. . . .Listen.

L.O.V.E

How i met you could be a mistake of my inter life,your the first and last person in my mind.

Why i asked your name would be insane,why did you call me hun and i called you babe. . .

My name was. . .and yours was . . .we never questioned but somehow our hearts were bind by love.

Intrigued by your pretty eyes,i can see your tears from a blinded sight,i uttered a remark.!Oh

Your smile is like a sharp knife that struck me from behind,stoned to death by your heart.

Would i be wrong to say our love is invaluable,why did we fall inlove??. . .such a pityful thought.

Falling inlove wasnt in my rule book,it was an act called improvising. . .

But a sign in your heart read "broken by means loving you for eternity",i could not look away.

Love,these words do not come close to defining what it means,just a single kiss. . .I ask.

Such emotions for a young mind anxious to tell you this,i could not look away but will never tell you.

What was it. . .Love.

Confused"Self image"

We have something in common,the same eye sight and laughter.The same date of birth and image,we are somehow similar though we are no familiar.
Are we from the same mother because my tone still sounds sour.

Say it

Say it like you mean it,spickes in my back evolving like a human creature,a freak they named.

My design of the image in the clouds,lying in my back selecting my perfect picture,said to fly over.say it...

Like you mean it,the pleasure of being born,salute enormously that intch of gass like a mystery but forbidden not inevitable.

when it sails in the ocean left me gazing in the sun with the sand of time i never broke down...i said it.

Differences in my footsteps,they treasure them and paid to view like an ancient art effect,not tomorrow nor another day.

Woke up with surrounded faces of terror just to witness insanity or what... just like that its said.

Say it like you mean it,they lied to solve a complicated story uncompared to a silly joke but still undeserved to appeare.

Failed to announce to the deaf ears of intelligent designs of living,yet broken down to amuse the rest.

Repeated and replay with such figures.Say it like you mean it but leave a clue or trail to the end.