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Artificial Selection

Death is more indefinite its evident that we numbered in sequences of the virtual world  
Sucked in by technology supply to be hacked and tracked trailed by the visitors studying our action and behavior waiting for an opening while in the end tips choice is created whether we want it or not replaced and added
Divide and subtract there is a number that needs to be controlled wishfully all man kind should responde one word answer 
We barely can't even notice technically Tech took all and absorbed the only consumed resources just to minimize the population 
As much as there are opportunity growth so are our days are as numbered 
Clearly there is a hidden agenda that everyone fears to see 
Nowadays there is no difference between fear and anxiety simply they apply both 
Closing your eyes trying to contemplate dreams in your sleep What makes you think you won't wake up facing your image in tech ready to replace your life.
We are in grave danger humanity itself its proven its excellence. We have more regrets and mistakes that are permanent
Which in tech world can be identified and replaced into perfection in this imperfect world 
How do we know they not walking amongst us as we speak 
Violeting the creation made 
Selectively we are dying its a game indeed only this time there are no rewards 
How do we know if Earth hasn't been closed yet and all the copies "supposedly" to lead and live by perfection already departed to Mars living is already in process
How do we know we only left with self distraction man kind to execute us
It happened before back in the days world wide there were races that were "concluded" as the inferior race
And that race was executed day light directly 
What stops them in doing the same cycle but this time indirectly with tech more especially 
Tech is the only facinating creation that burns the youth's brain
Being unable to think individually using the brain as a Powerade
There is so much questionable events occurring during this present time
We daily poisoned by everything including food
There is no denying the true colours of this world its marked and painted to be erased.

                             Ash N.N

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Colour,Flash

Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities how it turned to be a liability 
Plane and clean playing all sort of mind games purged all frosty  thoughts of growth. In creations the movement of massive markers markerting the magnificent mighty gratitude yet the light dies down in dawn with shadows and million mellows
While showing vessels swallowing swellen dwellers in sweden seeds sailing offgrid
Lost in the seven seas of seasonal essences accepeting absenteeism of excellences clanging through adjective addictions bounced off with objects injecting all the infections inflicting the predominant infecuation miscountering the illusion guttering the ejaculating shelfs of specimens embarking the spirals cycle causing the sparks to shine while screcking screams 
 pickle the cream of rippers tapping tops tip toewing the screws gridding cracking deeper desperately needed it to weed down the woods fools would understand the tools took by foul place undermining the circumstance circulating the rotation of a rounded circle cyber link the thoughts tearing of the tested mind to rest its nest by next it will be the nearest everest neating while existing to ever been discovered uncovering the conscious precious little thing sending believes in spreadsheets keep kneeling to know Unknowingly the past drags the dirty rug ranging with anger and liners pointing the blue print leaving to plea mercy misery its layed to be a mess before four headed walkers that talk through the tunnel. Merely grasping all the gossip series smothering while slaughtering voices that comence with truthful tang lending ears for war watching arncher preaching to breath does it really breed in raddles rafly filling the missing pieceses in fundamental species to build a world to keep gravity reaching for curtain peddastil procrastinating the gatherings of roits. So shall the soil will accept such accountability according to what is learnt through the lines of taunghs tilling up the future figure books in English describing definitions of hile hinting the hunted words worse of all wrongs are not doves that dives in given five of miles milking the nile of linner lumber in these begining become exports of exploitation improved in greek language quick to hide the hidden burden but its binded in blinds of pale blood.
                                     Ash.N.N

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Minority Thoughts

We find ourselves in different shelves in life to shape and sharpen thoughts 

Thinking for a greater tomorrow just to breath the fresh beat of earth 

Thunder strikes creating lighting to capture images that would last for Gods 
Miming our moves as we elevate invention that was innovated by sin

Sinister mystery laying differently like last crast for peasents 
Scrubing for more bread to eat to tick for tomorrow 
Loosing hope soul attracted by soil splash flash dashed to the last inch of whiskey 
Hearing whisper commencing prophecy plants combined to formulate a form of answer 
Swearing for forgotten days to play 

Oh child find what was made for us tomorrow to pledge probably gaze all bubbles nibbled through the wall 
Who is this fancy face phased with the atmospheric figment 
Waiting to be tint in colours of rainbow 

Bow to vowl historical metaphor 
Finding improper fraction fusing the leftover gas
Past hindered through the hour glass are the days of our lives going to be like this
Drilling drops of unravelling all travelers camping all army.
 
                              Ash N.N

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Naked Truth

Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities how it turned to be a liability 
Plane and clean playing all sort of mind games purged all frosty  thoughts of growth. In creations the movement of massive markers markerting the magnificent mighty gratitude yet the light dies down in dawn with shadows and million mellows
While showing vessels swallowing swellen dwellers in sweden seeds sailing offgrid
Lost in the seven seas of seasonal essences accepeting absenteeism of excellences clanging through adjective addictions bounced off with objects injecting all the infections inflicting the predominant infecuation miscountering the illusion guttering the ejaculating shelfs of specimens embarking the spirals cycle causing the sparks to shine while screcking screams 
 pickle the cream of rippers tapping tops tip toewing the screws gridding cracking deeper desperately needed it to weed down the woods fools would understand the tools took by foul place undermining the circumstance circulating the rotation of a rounded circle cyber link the thoughts tearing of the tested mind to rest its nest by next it will be the nearest everest neating while existing to ever been discovered uncovering the conscious precious little thing sending believes in spreadsheets keep kneeling to know Unknowingly the past drags the dirty rug ranging with anger and liners pointing the blue print leaving to plea mercy misery its layed to be a mess before four headed walkers that talk through the tunnel. Merely grasping all the gossip series smothering while slaughtering voices that comence with truthful tang lending ears for war watching arncher preaching to breath does it really breed in raddles rafly filling the missing pieceses in fundamental species to build a world to keep gravity reaching for curtain peddastil procrastinating the gatherings of roits. So shall the soil will accept such accountability according to what is learnt through the lines of taunghs tilling up the future figure books in English describing definitions of hile hinting the hunted words worse of all wrongs are not doves that dives in given five of miles milking the nile of linner lumber in these begining become exports of exploitation improved in greek language quick to hide the hidden burden but its binded in blinds of pale blood.
                                     Ash.N.N

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Light ahead

Left assured assumptions consumes the conduct of diligence while prickling princeling essence of the understatement 

The conjunction of the pressure it’s to pursue the tail further down till it reaches its quantum 

It shouldn’t be a wait for Autumn again with golden leaves leaving the bait battling in the field for the soil absorption
Deliver it once more eloquently it shouldn’t be a silent night chorus
It’s merely a roll over stare casting the pedestal while reciting the excitement at large lurking around the redials every day
Detracting the action oath of public act performing the resolutions of identifying the different span 

The attachment that engaged by the principal of pride controls the oarless paralysis
In fact it shouldn’t be an infant state to name and engrave motivation of success
Paint the impaired notch evaluate the regime of a firm fist 

Allow the privilege of sense to enlighten the boat of the journey under taken while it sails right through the south sea direction to over-see the concealing drought
The meaning of sight it’s not to share the look ahead but to identify the resettlement of feelings and shelter the curve of the brain booth to stand independently
In time the throat will no longer itch for attention but it will sweep the intension in disguise, reciprocating greatness to blossom life itself filling up inner peace to form part of light happiness
Eventually beauty pales off to reveal and seal the gain

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Silent Thoughts

Right here and there
I never wanted to be alive
This living thing traps my emotions
Turning them into devotion
I can never tell
If this is really what I planned for
Or something that everyone wants out of me
Expectations hourly for productivity
How the flip am I supposed to do
With all of this pressure to live
I clearly can’t pretend to be happy
I’m in deep sheets of pits
I’m struggling daily to breath as I’m hoping one day I’ll stop breathing
I’m suffocating my body daily
Just for it to just die
I’d walk into the busiest roads just to be hit by a car
Nothing happens they just turn to be concerned
I’d hang myself with different ropes
Nothing happens I just keep on falling
I think it’s the weight whatever it doesn’t work
I’d drink all kinds of pills I could find in this house
Nothing happens they turn to just clean my tummy
I’d cut myself while I’m taking a bath
Nothing happens because someone wants to take a dump
Now they knock to annoy me and walk in
I’d walk at night scouting for danger even if I’m stabbed or whatever
I’d make sure that I’m attracting strangers
And guess what
Instead of stranger danger it becomes a stranger friend/motivator/healer/prophet/preacher
I’d sleep take what is called a mini “Nap”
I swear I try by all means not to be awake
I’ll be leading my soul to leave my body
Trying by all means to walk in any gates that leads
To death
Entertaining any spirit out there
Just for it to take over my body
Because wow my life
Is based on true story horrors
It’s so horrific for me to even
Ask to die I can’t keep in touch
I know this all sounds like a suicidal mentality
I’m tired being monitored to be alive
Tormenting this little heart that’s filled with scrap
It’s like I have a mini panel beater inside
Just to help my heart beat 

When reality kicks in
I never wanted to be
Here at the first place
I never asked to be awake
I never asked to be alive 

Ashleigh Ngoqo

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Mentally Wrecked

I could go on and on aborting the rough indulgence of the brain, body, mind, soul, sanity and the art of the heart 
Nothing zips in how my mental state can have its way around each and every day. What we call “High and lows” I can experience them or expect them to take its theme in any moment now in which ever manner.
Living with Mental disorder is exhausting. By the end of the day I'm ridiculously tired From overthinking in fighting anxieties, intrusive thoughts and suicide ideations. When the sun finally sets, I'm hanging by a thread. 
Hoping and wishing that tommorow will be less atrocious than this...only to wake up to the same inch every single day
I can’t even imagine how calm could a brain be
The pledge of chaos to be altered before night time it’s already being procrastinated by my being
The content of the urge to die constantly
The rawness essence how my mental state doesn’t wait for a start or an end but the fact that the rest of my life this weight that it has over me takes its inherent mark it’s like a white sheet marked with a dark dot in the middle no matter how you cut the paper in order to remove the dark dot it only carries a final fate to shred it instead
Being alive is like being asked to give up your house that you built and lived in it for years and asked to live in it for the sake of safe keepings
The humane and sorrowful need to be heard and understood (inevitable vulnerability)
Harvesting to cope and actually have a defence mechanisms just to make my breathing bearable
Although we all going to die one day a daily dose of allurement of death is needed
Torn in between dark and grey it all looks the same
The battered hope that someday…eventually…maybe things might get better?
It doesn’t get better than this 

Ashleigh Ngoqo

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Fading

Blind folded or not I preferer my eyes
closed so that I could keep the glimpse of
happiness I once had
I'd sleep early to catch up with the time in
my dreams living, it is way better than
reality

Drastically the errors of Grammer drained
the kilos even the miles can never catch up
For a while its a dose of repeated different
episodes one more effective than the others

Space and time depict void in between.
All that is left its an old clock hinges
clanging like bells for a wedding
The difference it's the direction of angles
underneath the challenges around the orbit
of the heart not as whole entirely holy
supposedly

Your smile, your smell, your kisses, your
touch, the thickness of your eye rase
bashed by the pellet of your stare, your soft
lips landing against the little time we always
have
It spares the weak leak that is fuming to
explode

The fishing wreck its full deeply without the
jointment of the specific goldfish for luck
The journey to the end smells near when
its felt by fear

The anxiety of waking up shivers my body
as the pillar of pills I dose to live deuterates
the life span I'll have to drag for the rest of
my life ...

As long as I'm awake the loudness of
emptiness can never reap the times of test
how I'm fading away from seeing myself

through your eyes

I
No
longer reflecting in the infatuation of your
eyes...

Ashleigh Ngoqo

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Bed-Bound-Soul

The heaviness of this bed draws indications that I’m not sleeping alone
The squeaky sound of a loud spring creeping in as it moved like an aggressive ocean wave at night
I could hear I’m not breathing alone
The shivering sweat ice skating coldly down in the back area
Making-it difficult to toss and turn
Not moving quietly listening to each and every sound just to pick up a diverge scenario
What could be it that is joining me at this very night 

Starring at the time will it passes 2am
I’m still awake wondering the weight that exist in this bed
As closed as my eyes the heart pounds hardly with fear I can even taste the figment behind with a ounce of fog as I’m breathing in and out
Creating the event of course invading my resting cage
Merchandise my movement
I’m no longer in rest 

I can feel the breathing it’s getting anticipated as much as I’m panicking
It felt like both of us are as much scared at each other
The crib of the sheets stout the fingers as it was tied
The unknown visitor in this bed has no introduction
It felt so cold it needed my warmth
The irony is the actual senses felt the same energy
As if the same weight and heat belongs to me 

Ashleigh Ngoqo

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Summon Me I'll shall Appear

I am the darkness that falls in to your dreams 
The nightmare that last longer throughout the night
The catcher of fear to lock-up the soul
A snatcher of spirit through a night invitation ceremony 
The only red light in the alley of doom
I was feared by many more still counting 
I'm only summoned by the strongest heart to fight their worst nightmares
As I do not produce news of trend 
I only inflict pleasure smeared with pain endurance 
Suffered tears has more deeper meaning than spells collected in my creation 
It brings excitement in my ears
To listen to a prayer while pledging for forgiveness 
It warms the ban inside me to unleash your reward of anguish 

My story was never told or written in any mark
The body count shall be my tittle while it's trailing tall 

And my name will run through history of dream terrors 

Release me! 

In your dreams I shall appear 

"Close your eyes
Hist my name silently 
Dream me inside your dreams while passing through the grave yard 
See the Yat pulling fast in the lake, let the water consume you and I shall appear in your death dream
Finally smile with a purpose of knowing that your last breath shall sink in the pillow till eternity"