All white, like the two walls of my room
A glass bottle sitting on it, same shade as the other two
A switchboard beside, with the router plugged in
Only had the ceiling lights --- brightness is quite dim
Four rows of a vertical shelf and a dressing mirror
But the two wooden shelves on it, is what I actually admire
A wooden bed frame, the door and a window
Yet something about the whiteboard made my brain follow
The humid air turned the room musty
Yet the worktop wasn't at all dusty
But oh ! I reached for the two shelves, and the dust had piled
Then I realised that the cupboard roof also needs dusting once in a while
The adapter plugged into the switchboard, also needs to be wiped off sometimes
I love my workspace but it shouldn't be where I'm confined
I see beauty in me my light is truly a scene,
Being true to the things that'll turn my life to a Dream,
So full of love and compassion If I got it don't ask me,
Everything's to be shared my favorite car you can have it,
I don't have mere attachments to a thing that I'm grasping,
I love seeing you smile I grow rich from your laughter,
What you want? What you after? Cause your soul's an adapter,
And the plug is your Spirit to fulfill what you lacking,
Life can be so distracting when ignoring your passions,
Everyday feeling passive wishing life had more magic,
Many hurdles it's madness 'til your thinking is mastered,
Higher Self or your lower ask yourself who's the master?
I see beauty in me my light is truly a scene,
Being true to the things that'll turn my life to a Dream,
Look within for the means to a Love that's supreme,
Then glance in the mirror life ain't all that it seems.
lyrical animal it’s clearly tangible cannibal for poachers of animals
radicals
discarding anything valuable to humans saving sheep from wolves waking up sleeping bulls
wolf cry’s full moon howling
I’m prowling on foot growling plans at thousands scouting riches capital
casuals mentally dead readings from my accountants notes
votes to reach breach the slanderers of souls
the polls shows the masters factors in codes
we got scanners at post
for those counterattacking combating the fold
Sold another adapter to a soul in the matrix in the back of the skull
I’m a Cheetah moving fast this cat is bold
like magnets zombies attracted to phones
cell phone towers power plants explode
a pets life in a zoo Tarzan playing jumanji let the jungle loose
they eggs in one basket Good friends with Mother goose
fear is loosh
whoosh the fowls of the air swoop down eating flesh of you
I am who you would never think,
what you would never believe,
who you could never define.
I am what I want to be, I am
who my heart desires most to be,
an adapter to all environments...
I am an African child with curves as full
as can be, tall as a model in heels,
brown skin glowing radiantly
through the suns rays.
I am an African child,
I speak my heritage and i live
my culture, i breath my Africa...
I am...I am Mbali, Mbalenhle Easily translated
from my mother tongue to the western
as Flower, Beautiful Flower...
I am Africa. I am an African poetess
Words flourish within me and ooze
out through my pen,blossoming on my paper
Heart filled with love,passion and pride
Mbalenhle...Beautiful Flower is who I am
I am an African poetess!
Should have of read the Book first
dropping out tuned in to a false light
the drop will never quench the thirst
Driving on snake's back while in the night
through candy colored blinkers right
drawing closer it was not God
adapter of but not true flight
Read the Book returning thank God
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for HUTAIN THIS ONE... contest by john beam
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