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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

Randomly

Young minded"thinking"

For once i have had a clear conscious and it feels good,burgeon as i wish not to change for my destination isn't my final stage in life.
The is always a peack of timeless success in each way my journey leads,although it's oppressive i never let it rampant me down.
My aim is to overcome the privilege of my responsibilities and more to come...

It pains me....

Why do we have hate towards each other?
Why do we tell lies about each other?

Why do we call each other with weird names?
why do we hold pride and our egos first?

Why do we trade each other?
why do we have to spit on each others face?
Why do we act like we are better than each other?

Why do we smile for each other meanwhile we bad mouth each other?

I have the answers but never sure if i'm at the right point...

We have nothing incommon yet i desagree.
We are born in the same world,
We pray the same God yet we break the rules,

ignoring the 10th commondments.
We are able to talk,smile and inhel the same breath.
Yet we have false names hidding behind faith like its a game.

Quit playing and be serious for once listen attentifely,
We have sinned yet we rejoice and no prayers.
We are family reunited we shall conquer and be saved,

Yet i still tell the story and you act like i am rewriting myth and legends,calm down and bow to thank him,that your able to see tomorrow come.

''Stare"

Walking past the high cars passing by in a speed of light,
Distracted by those gorgeous weman looking fly.
I wonder if they notice me,
even if i shout for one to pause so i could utter a word or two,
shame i'm not a ladies man.
If only i knew what to say at the right time.
I look with despair,
drooling over my favourate shirt
struck like a high school kid,thinking... only the popular guys get the chance and have the courage.
"My friends would call me a chicken,if they see me now".
...Still walking,
i stare with a blazing eye sight,
although i like food,but this moment you would say,
i stare at them like nothing would taste more than jus a touch of her face.

The she is with her friends saying only if he was walking this side of the road.
What a bammer,"
i'm close to home,see what next road will tell."