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Eye Cue

I see clues in queues of my visions through brains of a poet's eye cue
I see fallen fools who swam in a pool of un-permitted recognition
I see things

Permissions are listed points to sense and re-shape our visions
I hardly sleep in my dreams, 
You dream hard if a country stays asleep during changeable themes
Some will,
permit missions if they cant marry their unemployed passions
Mushrooms has never covered heads above hearts with no room for mistakes and reasons

I bake words
I am awake for hours turning ideas into self-made powers
I am not a qualified chef i am just focused
I burn words overcooking metaphors to serve excitement
Excitement to your mind to the highest level of my feelings
We call it kindness 

The swarming phase of certain species like Google’s only explanation
I am doing me
I am on another level of other people's levels chasing opportunities to test the devil's happiness
A constructed reality stays in the passenger seat of my poetic seeds
Call me the farmer who planted words to see bushes of verses shape a mountain filled with spoken words

My food sprays doom
Soon as i drive my mood
I walk my words in baggy jeans
The size of a wallet will never increase a man's attractions
I see things when i cook

Chef poets cook words to feed knowledge hungry strangers
Those premature ears and proudly deaf eyes stealing identity for recognition
Strangers walk and talk to block and block to talk the walk

How the Flame Started 
I do talk
I wrote a piece and turned it into pieces of food

I wrote a piece and turned it into pieces of food
Donated my dreams and pasted hidden mistakes on the eyes of the world
I shuffled direct translations
I wrote
A piece that spoke, undressed and painted my experiences naked 
I'm shaken 
Every minute in my shaky shack
I am shaken by roots of my boots not your random moods
I mean those diagnosed by jealous boots

A believer’s roots are a pair of boots warn by looks facing chances of our African booing sounds
I see clues in queues of my visions
Abortion used to be a crises before we made it a public secret 
It was written and planned
I'm speaking words that were never aborted
I wrote a wooden piece and turned it into pieces of food with a touch of a homeless dirty minded fool.
My poetry is born pregnant just like Mary Magdalene
I witnessed the resurrection of my dead poems

Copyright © Raymond Ngomane


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