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Numbers Don'T Lie

This is probably the first second time
On a third bases I have had a fourth thought
On my fifth victorious experience.
My victory proves that numbers don't lie.

Since the sixth sense 
Is not found on Seventh Heaven.
As we wish for an eighth day 
As part of the weekend
For we are doomed on Mondays
Like 9th/11
Deja vu is the tenth occurrence of victory

Utter wonderful words on Twelfth night
With no fear shake your spear on Friday the 13th
No Jason about it
Don't be sad about it, be gay.
No February 14th in my life
Hopefully in 2015
Then my life will be sweet sixteen
Or super seventeen
Then am legally 18 
Get married at nineteenth
Then its goodbye to the teens
But I am still stuck in the 20th century
Cos that's where the true meaning of life is left 
And on right my 21st Birthday I got the perfect key 
The key to open up my door to the 21st Century.
Its all in the numbers of life.

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Once Upon a Ego

Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
I carried the cross for being egoist
Had my hands nailed, had myself hailed
Confident rain was self-absorbed
Self-esteem felt the pain
Self-assertive had risen and reign
To conquer and succeed I was self-assured
That I too was not self-conscious
I never was an empty vessel 'cause I was self-contained
I couldn't handle to be self-effacing
Greatness was self-evident
People stand with me for being self-opinionated
For they cannot fall for self-pity
In the frame of success I see a self-portrait
Less of the devil for I was self-possessed
I had plans to be wealthy but not selfish
For my soul is sold to me

Once upon a time there never was an Ego
For it was alive by the breath of wishes of those who were suffocating from it
Created by mental act, a big head bloated by self-inflicted praise and external compliments
It is evident that its been hated that I've been Ahead (a head)
Its better if people held their breaths and never deliver compliments
Reduce the explosion of me being big headed
Or leave me alone with my good looks & big nose
And I remain breath taking
Taking away opinions and displaying facts
Handsome, good looking has never been the question
To answer attraction with confidence

As I walk confidently around big names, as big headed
As they speak unmoving words with no flames
My big name, amongst lame names, 
I lament to their ineptitude
I have suffered the loudest noises of being tagged as arrogant
I now continue to walk boldly  & 
tramp on fingers of those who have cut their hands short not to applaud me

But what I say is Label me arrogant
Certify and stamp me as arrogant
Race for first place to call me too confident
And your opinion comes in at last place 
At the finish line, my gold medal, my golden thoughts
My presence is victorious,
Make me a subject to you predicates
As a premier of self-acceptance
A victim & short-faller of your acceptance
A preface to ego
There never was Once upon on a time
But there was confidence, it always had its Ego
Crucify me for juggling your critics
Once upon an ego
Once upon a Me
Cos it was,has, and will always be about me and my Ego

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The Black Society

Welcome To The Black Society
Welcome to the dead society
I hope you make through it this poem
I hope I make through this poem
I hope gunshots don't make  it through this poem
Forgive me black society
But I have some issues to address
7th Avenue Corner Street of Failure 
Is where you live at
Right next to poverty 
and its cousins crime and illiteracy

I hope you will be able to read between these long lines
Yes am sure you're familiar with lines
That's cos everything you have 
Has been in line for you and your fellow black society members
Black society so forward with modern day technology
As you are able to copy more  of the western culture
And programming themselves into self- inflicted Slaves
Slaves to working endless hours on runways
Trying to remodel who they are
Trying to feed themselves with crumbles of commentary 
Many have gained the world
For The price of their soul
A black soul that has lightened up slavery
A black soul a prodigal soul to the African society

Black society once blessed 
With powerful, ambitious, unoppressed
Leaders, Visionaries, Freedom chasers
Black society now cursed with
Immortality through the same difference
Black society cursed with
Rich men with false intentions
Rich Men cursed with poor goals
Goals cursed with broken rewards
A Black society cursed by its society.

A black soul sinking in the deep white sea of wealth
Whites accumulate their wealth
Blacks accumulate their wages
Asians maintain their riches
But today White men are wealthy
Black men are rich
Wealth is power
Rich is poverty
Wealth empowers
Richness is unrecovered
Again wealth had become white
Black remains rich

Africa is rich, but its society is poor
Same riches, same difference
Same society, same riches
Richness killed by its Society
But Society killed its attachments


And in the black words of MosDef 
"Stay alive, you play or die, no options,no Batman and Robin
Can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless
With no conscience, back streets stay darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
The length of black life is treated with short worth
That type of society that be filling up the cemetery
This life is temporary but the soul is eternal
That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed."

You need to get your share
Don't settle for a piece
Black society you need to rest in peace 
Then the rest is history
His story is from the black society.

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If Visions Mattered

I  set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter ,i paint a photo 
To vision my pictures
My vision has lost it way to my tongue
I speak what I see,visualise or better yet picture
My vision set scenes like am Picasso
As I speak out my words in a Pablo
More or less a parable of my words painting 
A vision of Picasso ,a pain tainting

Is it a beautiful vision that i now draw 
Sharp words sketching fine black &white 
Lines of how the vision begins 
Curves and edges on how 
I flip and toss these metaphors
And I colour the corners of my visualised picture
With idioms and shade it with similes
As it is similar to the photo of my vision
I speak fluently with coloured thoughts 
Penciled on my incomplete picture 
As I have my vision destroyed

For I set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter,as I have less of a picture
More of a photo
Photo my visions
Picture my visions
Spoke of my visions 
Frame my visions with
Synonyms, antonyms
Or shorten my picture with acronyms
Then the picture becomes and is less of a vision
The absence of words paints an empty picture

Words as powerful , dreams as wonderful
Actions performed, as visions are destroyed
destructed and demolished 
Words conquer, visions follow

I  set sight on visions 
Picture little if visions
Matter, i paint a photo 
To vision my picture 
Without these words I can not paint my visions.