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homeless yet talented
(Tribute to the homeless)
A homeless is not
Useless
The homeless are human
When you isolate them
Then you forgot
they share same
Air as you
At list that makes you equal
To them
Homeless yet talented
The homeless might be out of
Shelter
But not out of human
The degrade of the homeless
Is too high
Here I wonder and ask
Where is humanity
Where is the brotherly and sisterly
Love
That we are suppose to share
And be happy
Homeless yet talented
we pass them by
Like they are nothing
We run far from them
Cos they are so dirty
We always say
When they come close
To ask a question
We send them so far with words
So sow and ugly
Life is not this way
My brethren
Homeless yet talented
I meet a homeless who
Inspire me to this day
Her name is lady sarka
All she own was
A bicycle and her bags of
Cloths and cosmetics
Every night she find shelter
In deferent place's
Yet She spoke words
that spark
A change in my life
Her words brought me
To a spiritual consciousness
That I long search for
She live among us
Yet homeless
Homeless yet talented
she is comfortable
Like she smiles and say always
To me
If I was like the many
I will not have meet her
That why we have to learn
to respect
Than to condemn in a hurry
In every corner's you will
Always find a homeless
Please show some love
Cos as we differ
Their are still
Homeless yet talented
everyone has an opinion
IN THE BEGINING WAS THE WORD,
THAT MAKES THE MENTALITY OF A MAN THE FOUNDATION OF HIS WORDS,
IN THE HEARTS OF MEN, YOU WILL FIND THE DEEP FEELINS OF THEIR THOUGHT,
EVERYONE ONE HAS AN OPINION,
WHAT IS FREEDOM IF YOUR OPINION IS NEVER VOICE TO BE HEARD,
WE ARE IN A WORLD OF WARS OF MENTALITY,
COS, THE MENTALITY OF EVERY PEOPLE ARE NEVER THE SAME,
THAT KEEP ME ASKING HOW WE CAN LIVE IN ONE ACCORD,
OR, IS THE SIMPLICITY OF LIFE A DOOM?
SOMANY SOULS ARE WILLING TO BE HEARD,
SOMANY OPINION IS BEEN SHUT UP,
WHILE SOMANY OPINION IS BEEN FORCE TO THE PEOPLE,
IN EVERY DISAGREMENT THERE IS ALWAYS A DEFERENT OPINION,
WHAT IS THE USE OF RIGHT, IF OPINION IS BEEN CONTROLED?
CONTROLED BY A PARTICULAR MENTALITY,
WE ALL CAN BE IN PEACE,
IF WE LEARN TO RESPECT OUR DEFERENT MENTALITY,
COS, EVERYONE GOT SOME THING TO OFFER TO LIFE,
EVERY MENTALITY HAS A LESSON TO TEACH,
IS A FREE WORLD,
WHAT IS GOOD IS GOOD,
WHAT IS BAD IS BAD,
AS WE PASS THROUGH LIFE,
WE NEED NOT TO BE SELFISH,
WHEN YOU THINK YOUR OPINNION IS RIGHT,
DONT FORGET THE NEXT MAN THINK THE SAME COS,
EVERYONE HAS AN OPINION.
Sisi the junkie
You are what you
Take in in life
We say in Africa
Sisi the junkie
Sisi was a beautiful
Young admiring girl
All guys flog around her
Cos her beauty drive
Too much attention
She was tall with her
Long hair and nice figure
Sisi the junkie
Sisi was an intelligent
Young lady
At high school sisi
Was one of our best head
She was at the best of it all
But not until she fell in love
With a dope that in-strange
Her natural being
Sisi the junkie
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Was her nick name
Sisi love fun a lot
That got her to a new
World from a strange
Friends with a double face
Sis the junkie
At first sisi
Got in to liquor
She fun a lot with
Too much quantity of it
With out a control
She move to the Jamaican
Herbs,
Like is not fun enough
Sisi got in to crack
That was the doom of it all
Sisi the junkie
Sisi loved crack
Like sisi use to say
I need my
White powder
when she
Need to feel high
Sisi the junkie
Gradually sisi began
To lose control of her
Social life
She began to act strange
Always busy with her fingers
As she scratch off her skin
When she need the white powder
Sisi the junkie
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi lost a lot on this life style
with time like she is
A deferent soul
Her friends was too
Far from her like
She was a stranger they never
Know
Sisi was broke
Lost her job
Used her belongings to
Get crack
Finally now on the street
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi the junkie
Like sisi lies on the corner
Of the street still an addict
Life was so blue on her
Oh sisi the Iron Lady
Sisi the junkie
Life is all about you
Your choice go so
Far with you
The power of success
Lies on the level of
Ones control
Be in control
Of who you are
Not be controled
By what you take in
Like the tales of
Sisi the junkie
The guitarist
As I wallow In songs
Of freedom
I feel the power of love
From the soul with
Words of peace keep
Running down
my third eye
to my long
Fingers
As I write with a blue pen
The poems of nature
That come from a new birth
The guitarist
The sound from the strings
The sound so tender
Like a morning songs
From the birds
The sound of the
Guitar man do always melt
Depression from my soul
Play me the tone
With the strings
And let me dance like
The trees of life
The guitarist
I love the guitar
I love a guitarist
I love the strings
I love the melody
From a good guitarist
In places I hear tones
From deferent guitarist's
I love the deferent melody
From places I go
The guitarist
I meet one homeless
Guitarist by the side
Of the street as usual
Where people just pass
Him by as nothing
But when ever I saw him
He always have a good
Melody but he is homeless
Yet was a guitarist
The guitarist
He plays sounds that attracts
People to stop and pay attention
As they drop coins on his
Plate
This man touches my soul
With his melody
His appearance looks dirty
But the melody from his
Guitar sounds so beautiful
Yet he was homeless
But he is a great guitarist
The guitarist
The value of a man
Is not judge by his
Appearance or status
At a moment of time
Just like
The guitarist
Still knocking on the heaven door
I saw a soldier man crying
At an after victory
Oh man why you cry
Asked I with a confusion
He said
Tell God I asked why it
Must be me
Ask God why it has to be
Like this
For right now am
Still knocking at the heaven
Door
Still knocking on the heavens door
Once I saw a brave man cry
That a lot it tells
A word is enough for the wise
So this words so deep he said
Tells us a lot
Once he was young
With an innocent mind like
An empty glass
Time goes so he got educated
With an identification
Of some enemies
The empty mind now corrupt
So with time he became brave with
This knowledge to war
Time goes till he was a soldier man
Ready to defend his country
Off to kill the enemy he goes
Like a scam of war
He saw a deferent face from
The enemy he knows
As he realise the war was false
The real enemy was his gangs
Back home
Who sent him off to war
So betrayed he felt as already
So many innocent he already
Sent to lay in peace
On the ground he bleeds
So brave now he cry
As first he asked why it must
To be me
Ask God why it must to be me
For right now am
Still knocking on the heaven door
Still knocking on the heaven door
Once I saw the brave grief
Wonder why so I ask
Soldier man why you cry after
A war victory
You will never understand
First he said
The war is not over
Not until I feel peace inside me
With this hands I slain
So I worth not to live
War are not what you perceive
Is better love than war
With the gun I murdered
So I worth not a love
In me the war is not over till
I know why it has to be this way
For right now am
Still knocking at the heaven door
I know God lies behind this close door
Still knocking on the heaven door
Have you ever seen the brave cry
Is like to see an eagle without wings
Life is like a zero
As wars is to vanity
So on this Quest
Only on this note
You see the brave cry as the
Soldier man now
Still knocking on the heaven door
Still knocking on heaven door
Hope he found his peace
Hope he finally meet God
Behind the close door
For so wars will never be over
Until we feel love and peace
Inside of us!
That only can come
Only when the close door
Of our ignorance is open
To love (God)
Until then all we can now do
Is only but
Still knocking on the heaven door
INSTEAD OF WAR
HISTORY IS A MYSTERY TO HUMANITY,
SOME KNOWN WITH AN EVIDENCE,
SOME UNKWOWN WITHOUT A TRACE,
PEOPLE EAGER TO KNOW WHY LIFE IS WHAT IT IS NOW?
IN OUR STRUGGLE TO LIVE,
WE GOT TO UNDERSTAND WHAT SENCE IT MAKES TO LIVE WITHOUT WAR,
THE HIGHEST STUPIDITY OF MAN KIND, IS THE ACT OF HATE,
LIKE A BIRD FLY,
WE FLY WAR,
LIKE A LION FEED ON FRESH MEAT
AM EMPIRE SUCK DRY THE FURTURE OF THE INNOCENT,
LIKE A VAMPIRE,
WE WAR FROM DISTANCE PLACES,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS TOGETHER PULL OFF THE MARKS OF ISOLATION
THEN THE RUMOURS OF WAR WILL EXIST NO MORE
LIKE A GLASS FALL,
BREAK THE BOND OF HATE,
THEN YOU SEE UNITY WILL ALWAYS KNOCK ON THE DOORS OF OUR TOWN,
LIKE A RETURN OF THE PRODIGAL SON
INSTEAD OF WAR
LET LOVE FLOW FROM THE TOP TO THE BUTTOM,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM OLD TO YOUNG,
LET LOVE FLOW FROM GREAT TO SMALL,
INSTEAD OF WAR
ON EVERY CONERS OF THE WORLD,
LET UNITY REIGN LIKE THE AIR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
IN OUR 21ST CENTURY,
LET IT BE WRITTEN THAT WE LEARN TO TOLERATE ONE ANOTHER,
DESPITE OUR DEFERENT OPINION,
LET IT BE SAID IN DISTANCE TIME,
HOW BRAVE WE ARE TO UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF PEACE,
INSTEAD OF WAR
WE NEED TO ANSWER THE CALL OF NATURE,
THE CALL OF LOVE,
LET MAKE USE OF THE TRUTH IN US,
THERE IS LOVE IN EVERYONE,
INSTAED OF WAR
LET THE MOUNTAIN HILLS OF ILLUSION BE DRONE DOWN,
WITH TOGETHERNESS IN UNITY,
LET THE TEMPLES OF SATAN BE BURN ABRAZE BY OUR STRUGLE TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER,
WE NEED NO MORE WARS IN THE WORLD,
LET THUNDER STRIKE DEAD THE PULPIT OF THE PROPHETS OF DOOM,
LET THE EARTH SHAKE AWAY THE TREASURE OF BABYLON UNTIL THEY BE BORN AGAIN,
LET THE SUN HEAT DOWN THE WEAPONS OF DISTRUCTION,
OF ALL SATANIC VAMPIRES,
INSTEAD OF WAR,
WHERE DREAMS ARE SHATTERED,
INNOCENT BABIES CRY FOR HELP,
BUT NONE TO HELP,
MOTHERS BLEED TO DEATH BY MEN ON KAKI JACKET,
SMOKES OF DRONE ON EVERY CONERS OF THE INNOCENT STREET,
CHANTS FOR HELP LEFT AND RIGHT,
UP AND DOWN FROM THE LIPS OF THE POOR,
BUT WHO IS TO HELP?
ALL FOR WAR,
INSTEAD OF WAR
LETS MOVE TO A BETTER WAY,
THE WAY OF LOVE,
THE WAY OF UNITY,
DESPITE WHATEVER IS,
THE WAY OF PEACE
I REST MY CASE.
they beat us away from our right
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from our right
Yeah is all clear yeah so clear
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Not cos we are not brave
Not cos we are wrong
Just we need our right
So they throw their bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
Our legs shakes
Right on our stand for freedom
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our eyes
They beat us away from
our right
They beat us away from our right
They say we are not disciplined
They say we are not satisfied
So what right do we have
So long they don't care
About our life's is not their worries
Our vote they need only
The rest is history
Is been this way for a very long time
Oh now the people are so confuse
This life so beautiful is right in
Front of our view turn ugly
Poverty on the lands everywhere
On deferent levels and styles
Boils of anger on the faces
Of the innocent hungry people
Now every where you see
Those protest
Those fight for freedom
Those hunger strakes
Those chants of justice
Yet right in front of our view
Our feet shakes
At those road blocks
They beat us so hard
So they throw bats on us
They spray us away with chemicals
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from our right
So now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else should we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
They beat us away from out right
I thought freedom was free
Now is a fight
I thought freedom was free
Now we still trying to achieve one
I thought freedom was free
Now is a war
No I thought freedom is free
Now is on the hands of few
Oh no I thought freedom was free
But at the road blocks we fight
We try we protest
And I thought freedom was free
Not until they throw their bats on us
Not until they spray us with this chemicals
And now
We fight yes we fight
We try yes we try
What else can we do
Right in front of our view
They beat us away from
Our right
my style
the sky is blue
so is time to
mingle
in a lonely
atmosphere
were love is the
reason of life
so my blue pen
never seize to
pure it reality
from the deep
heart of willingness
my style
fire and water
are two deferent
liquid contents
it differs in action
so am different in
my world
I am of a water
yet I burn like a
fire
cos God order me
to spit fire to the world
of evil
so who are mine
to disobey
the order of the
Almighty
I don't wish more
all I wish is to do
the will of God
and that is nothing but
my style
my style
I believe in God
I love to be close
to him
that has earn me
a lot love towards
humanity
cos my love for
people is divine
and I decided
not to live alone
in a world of equality
turn in to levels
by intelligent human
who destroys the
the innocent souls
of the innocent
with out mercy
nor love
so I pledge to God
for nothing but the
redemption of humanity
that is nothing but
my style
my style
remember fire and water
are not same liquid
substance
no wonder the men
of brave mind
spit fire to the wicked
no wonder the fight
in the world of brutality
can never end
cos at one hand the water
strike
with an intention
to quench the fire
yet the some stubborn
fire reiterate and strike
back
so the battles of life
never end for the Goodman
no wonder is easy to be bad
and that is not
my style
New voices
From a distance
stand a new kinds
So strong on their ground
circumstances surrounding them
That they don't fear
beyond the eye
They see ahead of time
So Now they voice a vision
While they oppose an illusion
A mission they sure
Are on one as it is
The people don't understand them
Some now do but they are called poor
For this voices speaks words
Not familiar to made men
Braveness well shown on them
So it come as they are of a
New generation of now
The old of now
they are here to change
May be through them
history is
About to change hands
Above all that is popular
They live above the knowledge
Of popularity
Doe still trying to survive
The system now
Surviving to show a deferent
Positive side of life
That oh that
The world don't want to hear now
For truth so bitter
The life's now so ugly
So this voices are here
For a change
Words so rare is the language
They voice to wake up the world
Every where u could hear them
Around you may be
You might have had them
May be some one you know or not
If you ever hear those new voices
I advice take a moment
open up your mind
For is not of vain hearing this
New voices
Better days
Is all good
To hope for
The better days
But is there
Actually better days
Without making today
The best
Oh better days
Can't be without
The best of today
Better days
Too many knees on the
Ground
Too many heads kissing
The floor
Too many hands
with ten fingers
Together straight up
Like a triangle
In deferent pulpits
Deferent temples
All to one just
Praying and hoping
To god
For only the
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be without
The best of today
Better days
Too many questions
I ask myself
Too many places I
Go
Like I see life's
As they live in darkness
While they keep
Hoping for the
Better Days
Some believe
The better days only
Exist After life
With their religion
While a kind
Like me live
the better days
Now with love
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Better days
What make a day
Better than another
How can we hope
For tomorrow
While we waste today
Away with our ignorance
Oh live every day with
Love and you will
Always have the best of
The day
With love
each day is better and
Better
Here you will always have
A
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today
Better days
Love yourself
As you love another
Love what you do
Do what you love
Believe in yourself
For you and your image
Is god
Their is no god but you
And all around you
Love nature respect
Humanity
Live not with greed
For your soul not
To be lost to vanity
On and on
Above all
Love life for
Life is love
Love is life
As you live with
This principles
You always live
Now as each
New day comes a
Better days
Oh better days
Can't be with out
The best of today