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Paris Thulare Poem
by Parizo
You chose me in crowd
You came like a scout
Back when they called me a clown
You upgraded my moods
And all my flaws were blur
You picked in the dark
And showed me the light
You brought me all hope
And I began to cope
You made me proud
I never even cared about my background
When I expected you to show me love
You told me it was a time to leave
A time to leave and follow your dreams
Maybe you had it all planned
You got all my feelings on the plate
And left them burning in flames
I had plans for us two you know
But then ,out of nowhere you vanished
you reaped me and me feel like I was loved
My neighbors knew you
Family heard about it too
It hurts I have to lie when they are asking about you
I wish I never met you
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Paris Thulare Poem
what have we done that which led us to thee?
What have we done that brought this monster to flee ?
Lord ! Is this what you said decades ago ?
Is this how you end the world with pablo?
This is like the nightmare of winter night ,
With fear raging like An acid in a test ,
The existance of Homo is about to end .
Here is covid the 19 ,unleashed in it's nest .
Dear lord! protect us from this curse.
The "never thought" is now a headline in the blog of the present .
The unthinkable is now scaring the lives of us ,the mankind .
There is nowhere to run ,
We are about to become the slaves at our own houses.
Help us lord ,
Save our world .
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Paris Thulare Poem
By Parizo Van Thulare
Too much feelings that I've invented
Too much much of my time that I spent
Loving the wrong
Hoping for the best
I've Sacrificed with all I had
Telling myself I would be enough
Thinking some days I will sing those of Ralph
Unaware I was polishing a dynamite
That which fell on my phalanges
That which put my soul in paralysis
Yet here I am on the west
With no tear to shed
No feeling to share
My heart is in square shape
No beats ,I feel no change
No ticks , quite as the orphanage
I fell but my feelings won't catch me
I tried but love won't let me
Sometimes I'm bored
Not for long I abort
How am i going to live with such an empty heart ?
How long will it take my scars to heal ?
I feel no love anymore
So down ,all of me is lost
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Paris Thulare Poem
By Parizo Van Thulare
I am a black child
I'm not ashamed of the things I do
I eat porridge when I wake up
I know nothing about beacons
They muss with my stomach
They once veered me into a clown
I rather cling to brown maize and eggs
They have created a brave man I am
I know nothing about first class life
I know everything about rolling a dice
A nice life allures too many worries
Life with a dice creates strategies
I will never conceal because I am black
I will always thrive till this life ends
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Paris Thulare Poem
By Parizo Van Thulare
I was born endless miles from the town
Where tales are told about the king in his crown
Where plates are treated same glass
So fragile respect is of the erything
So beautiful My land is stunning
I speak in languages of types
Pepperd with traditions
And dishes of all kinds
African made with the greatest taste
African grilled with inspiring tales
Where I come from mountains sing the sweetest
Rivers play the romance
The Baobabs are cutiest
It is the land of its own kind
My Africa ,my quest
I come far away from the mountains of Drankesnberg
They Roar with beauty .
Near Lies the tunnel of Straitjdom Lepelle flows peacefully
Full of acquatics living blissfully
The words it sings
speak for the trees
It breezes the fume of sighs
With a flavor of purple ice
Down to Mapunghubjwe I rise
My Africa , my best
The history of the greatest is unleashed
It calls upon the genius to come and aphrend
It calls upon the future to come and learn
My Africa ,my pride
I haven't done yet
Get something to write
Still I 'm here to rhyme.
Talk about the bothers of Kruger
Worldwide are known
Worldwide they are shown
The falls of Victoria
The Valleys of Zambezi
The desert of Kalahari
Lobola or mahadi
This is my Africa
See the cars in colors pouring
See nations in rainbows queuing
To see only the biggest
To witness the wrestlemania of the nature
Ohh! what a wonderful adventure
My Africa is my biome
The land of dreams and hopes
All thanks to the almighty for such smashing home
I'm so proud to be an African
I'm so down with my heritage
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Pain is art .
The emotions it takes apart.
Pain is the inspiration
an anemy to happiness but filled with acclimation
Pain is the thief ,that comes between couples too ,
So is family at the hands of a tycoon .
Pain is fairless ,yet painful.
Pain is lifeless ,and dauntful .
It came in the lives of my fore ones whilst feasting and west ,
Grabbed each by the legs and left them mumbling the worst .
It is what made you sob ,
And yet strong .
Pain has left you and I parentless,
So are the faces you see helpless .
Pain is the enemy ,
The he who comes not knocking ,
While you are the edge of seventh heaven .
He is not scared ,but can surely turn you a Raiven
I am Me and I'm the poet
I am the paper ophan
I am the letters ,bold
Inspired ,streched up from grieve
And I am the victim of pain
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By Parizo Van Thulare
In this world i live in
I have you to keep .
Out of these souls I've met
You still the one standing still.
When life punched me on the face
You were the one standing with a first aid
And after all this time
You still the one by my side
My brother ,my blood
We still fighting life from left to right
With one love by our side
They code of my Dad's pride
The last of my Mom's prime
The only Gift i have in life
The only soul i love for life
I can kill for you
And I'm willing to die for you
Even if means reaping off my skin
I'm down with such sacrifice As long you still breath
Then my soul is at peace
Never leave me at war
Lean on me , i will be your greatest wall
I made an oath and will leave by it
I chose to be your shepherd by all means
Bothers' love
Sponsored by blessings from above
Inspired by true life
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by Parizo Van Thulare
I was born endless miles from the town
I was raised to wear a crown
I may look shy in a crowd
But i was born to survive in these dark clouds
Criticism makes me bold
Unlike protons i know how to settle even when it is cold
I know what a struggle is
I know how to be independent means
They say i was raised from a dull background
Some say i grew driving copper wired cars around
But that created the person i am today
It was preparing my heart to face such life
I am a village boy
The invention of a village life
Thee innovation to the future life
I am a village boy
I'm not scared to tell stories of how i was raised
Words have come from the other side
Saying i have a soul of a kite
They say i don't know how to hike
They forget i raised in a cave
I do know how to climb
Thats why i always thrive
These scars on my face
They do tell many tales
The battles i fought with my enemies
And the path I've travelled to this moment
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You are the rain in my summer days
The electrifying blanket in my winter may
The she who i so crave to buy a plane
And fly deeper in the heavens core
Life with you its an open book
Too proud to share
Too sweet to mend
Happiness occupies the margins
"Laughter and true love" is the heading
What we have is a tale with no ending
Let me make a solemn
That which i here by do swear not to let it slip
That which I'm so willing to keep
Now,Then,Forever
I will always love you like no other
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Paris Thulare Poem
By Parizo Van Thulare
Now you realize life after matric is not child's play
Now you realize nobody chose to stay
Now you see the reasons beyond the grinding
Being independent is not as easy as you thought
Bieng a tangent is not as easy as you were taught
Here we do practicals
No theory is of existence
When the genius dance above the law
We are the first suspects
When Romeo breaks Juliet
We are the first to be given names
It's a race of mankind versus patience
A war between money and love
A match between fame and success
Only few get to choose
The majority get to loose
What you have been told then
Becomes addition to points of Cardinal
That one which we poke
When there is still hope
The one that we poke
When we become broke
Wishing time was an R line
So we change gears and it displays reverse lights
So we all jump in and go back to life
Back when we knew nothing about worries
When we were just babies in napkins
Dreams become reality in television
In real life they don't exist
Welcome to my world
Here we fight only for survival
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