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Starting Over (unplugged)

Its the rebirth of my mother's blue print of me
was plural 2 the construction of my foundation
where a father could have been known to me. 
Remarkably something could have emanated 
flawlessly without invention of a mistake child 
this world had to bare in no endurance 
of neither sort nor conceivable pleasure 
to be proud 
 
in this flash and blood 
amongst thriving human beings 
fairly the same biologically heterogeneous
to condone life homogeneous expectations 
of gene single germinator without osmosis.  
The seed which grew from unrest land, 
drought hanging around ripped me in a garden 
of my orphanage lonely 
to the curse but not yet worth taking my life. 
Atleast not yet, 
in sync with the unrest mind that visually elaborates 
matters of the world into 
just a palm of what hand gave a pat on the back 
upraising the notion that this intuition arrived here 
why should it dwell in the part. 
Where it all started is redeeming a confused soul 
injecting sense of remembrance to change in times. 
Gestation 
 
to  forbidden realization of the architectural manifest 
of a built young man to my age almost to sky scrape, 
wont fix what&commotion is about to crumble me 
if forsaken to stand pole next to the street to the destiny '
before I give up. 
Formulating schematics in correspondence to the logistics 
a shrink would peer advice for a psychic dollar 
claiming I could have been Inaugurated
somewhat star up there 
when I am here watching its eclipse with the Orion belt wrapped around it. 
That's me up there, flashing to the glimpse of pages 
a few tuned  in missing the idea of me guiding ducks swimming in swamps of vain flow in water. 
Womb waters are breaking free 
prior bail out of the new me 
f such is resolute probable then all mightiness prejudice in withholding one,s 
will power discharge the placenta, 
for the envy to see them crawl to walk, 
multiplies motivation from 
within the immature brain 
 
when is it going to mimic a man masculine gender
like black child's real name is Sternly K Simon 
didnt you reckon wen you be-befriended dis psycho
crazy to the notion and black ideology of scarsism is for white people 
detrimental and oblivious to segregating us from fortune and fame
i'm a hollywood wall street billionaire in mind
 
yet their perceptiveness deem me poor because of 
antidisestablishmentarianism notion of Africa 
my mother land, our mama Africa hardships and frustrations
for the sake of me being proud being black...
so should you my brother and sister.


February 3, 2011 | 8:02 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Blunderers

All the silliest 
stumbling s come of our sticking to
too trival illusions

Distinctive 

voice with 
animated content 
is a tree 

Blinking

light can not but run
i may survive 
in your staring 
where else?

Solitude

burst out from the cube of 2010
life is not at all square
sharp four corners resemble 
pain 
love
hate
peace 

Comfort 

spirit to look up ahead down the road
coined up we remain mazed up
what has 2011 got to offer

transition 

of eating an omelet to cheese 
what a taste of life when we
do not have it in the palms of our hands
except the blunders we made last year





 















January 8, 2011 | 3:01 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Jealousy

ask me about the havoc a jealous girlfriend can do when she loves her man, not 

virgin to bitch slapping other girls, deleting all other girls numbers from her 

man's phone etcetera etcetera...

thts a situation l wudnt wnt to be in, for th wrath of a woman in love but riddled 

with insecurities leads to very irrational behaviour tht is way too unbearable...

its how they apply their womaness, concoction of feelings mixed with delicacies 

of love, the overrated hate for sharing their man, we can blame them being 

vex...?


October 20, 2010 | 10:10 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Break Up Now or Never


i am listening to my head and
you've been speaking wind chimes,
the melody that brought by my silence spree.
i figured you've been
seeing me a lot
talking to me a lot,
we should break up NOW


the knot we tied to imprison our mind
not to listen to our sub-consciousness
perhaps for you it was infatuation
that obsessed the nature of you
to hold on unto hope
faith there but only
blasphemous love


lacking synonyms famous as cliche's
i love you,
then cometh that part i ought to mumble back;
i love you too
Blink to the mere truth blind
i was only dearly lusting for you
posturised in display of mine eyez then
you killed it


the thing that we had was corals
divers and snorkeler's envied
it took me this long to read through your calligraphy
stolen from time, fine
you are slick like sand through the hour glass


metaphor yours calligraphy is
engraved with stencils of conniving graffiti character
behind the phenomenon of your disguised beautiness
the art of lying and deceit was named after you
nor the calamity that befall-ed me
when you walked gracefully into my heart
like the flight was nice but we hate the jet-lag
from a single celibate cloud


you clouded mine five star sensibility
to hear you attentively
to touch you inevitably
to smell you exultingly
to taste you diligently
to see you effeminately


we should break up NOW before we shag and make up
elongating stress
"we can give it another try"
i'll be damned over force to even consider the place
you ruined have a chance for repair,
not by you my dearest ice queen
i like islands called beaches paradise not hell


 


July 27, 2010 | 8:07 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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Incognito of my poetry

Incognito of my poetry
Concise to your point
Rapture my brain to tumour
Captured audience made sale
Published without vague critics
Sharp edged forwarded none masquerade
Notable in key by Debussy Claude
Masochistic to Ovid and Vatsayana
Metamorphoses

Wind chimes embrace atmosphere of my poetry
Famous the words yet the poet is
Young and vibrant
Black and immaculate
With a stance and charms
Switched on to incognito mode of the poem

Incognito of my poetry
Notorious pounder of English-tongue
Correlation between bow-down and salute
Orally reverberated to you
Generated dictionary term to merge my thoughts in pen
Noted in the manner of utterance killing the muted voice of a black child
Illustrating style and passion of poetry as a creative art
Teaching that shall be manifested in literature
Ordained to the readers of then, now and there

Wind chimes embrace atmosphere of my poetry
Famous the words yet the poet is
Young and vibrant
Black and immaculate
With a stance and charms
Switched on to incognito mode of the poem

July 15, 2010 | 10:07 AM Commentaires  0 Commentaires

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