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.