Am told I should date
Someone unique
A guy with class
Whose morals are good
Discipline unquestionable
Standards are high
Bears Christianity
A working class
...the endless list
So what!!
Will that be love
Will that bring cash
Will it not end
Will he be God
Will that give a tag
Or rather a mark
On our kids foreheads
Men are men
Only the colour
Or the face
Or the shape
That brings disparity
Since
Its senseless
For an angel
Somebeing pure
To have a harlot
For a date
Two years indeed
Not that long
And the grey maggot
Still bears it
Handsome as always
It missed me
Yet far away
Once left me
And I had to forget
Loving that soul
I sometime regret
That I cared
And had the memory
Of my childhood friend
You make me mad
Always
Yet my niece says
I need not to care
Trust is never free
Unlike grace
* Gadamnit bitch
Wish you knew
My hatred to insects
That cling on skin
Yet never used that chance
To bite
When will you grow
And learn to have brain
Since such a mess
Deserves a tough kick
To have a jump start
Stupid orangotang
Get up on you're feet
Respect you're butt
It gives support
To the empty bald
Give me a second
For I guess I'm tired
Yet its kinder hard
To trim you're arrogance
Keep on going
Never turn back
Since
My heart so small
Once loved all
Little never knew
Nothing so new
And young it cried
Knowing hell tried
Till dawn i wish
He was just a wish
That ...
A tribalist;
Politician with heartless thoughts,
Membrane of unjust acts,
Who gave you life?
Our society;
Bends on drunken roofs,
Stares at the shapeless bald,
Having jealous thoughts.
Your interest;
Want to benefit oneself,
Dislike our views,
You hate our motives.
You care¿
The matter is you,
The correct one you,
Jealous actions to others.
The few;
Trusting your innocent face,
Believing those words,
Why do all these?
Its fun;
You never care commune,
Minds will think big,
Hearts understand more,
And for sure,
No one will see you twice.
Dawn breaks
Normal chores waiting
This is Africa
I call it green
No need of an alarm
Since extending sleep
Is injustice to yourself
Its so normal
Same events all day
That you thinkš¤
Will I die without
A graveš¤Ø
You begin digging it
It comes at noon
''I'm in love with a hungry soul
It makes me alive"
Some artists kill me
Though I find it hard
To be kind enough
To murder them
I stare at the sky
I note it seems moody
Soon it'll rain
What some call blessings
Is what comes as mud
Evening is almost here
My worst part
As the sun goes down
It sweeps away joy
You have come to an end
Of the light
And as you fold
Oneself in a parcel
You are terrified
You don't know
Who will soon knock
To ask for your soul
Oh no
They need money
They need sleep
They need ...
In fear I remain
My heart beating
No rest at last
Since voices talk
All night long
Mini-intervals
And what sucks
Not being able to tell
If its your neighbour
Or late visitors
I opt to turn
And before the cock crows
My body is awake
Welcome!
Another chapter
Of no motivation
