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Pen and a Paper

Like a finger and a nail, we have a relationship.
Nothing pale, but great as we make contact.
Like a key on a door, the importance we serve
As we mate like red imported fire ants,
We produce words, of wisdom that changes lives of South Africans.
The rainbow of a nation.
As we walk in union, we brake a record like an onion.
As the paper glows, black and red ink looking so glamourous,
God’s creation.

Importance as moringa tree, with leaves that heals,
Coffee with cremora, the, taste that’s prodigious,
Tipex, a wet chalk, as it flows erasing words so auspicious,
Like a ratex, leaving cats in grief as rats croak,
As if you were climbing a steep hill until a rope broke.

As it leans flat like a map,
On a table square like a mat,
Can’t sit on it, but can sleep on it.
Seeking ideas in the world of fantasy.
As the words flows out, vowels and consonants,
All moves down the throat like condense,
A lady with confidence,
Keeping her body all so hydrated, making an acceleration,
Sweet dreams, as she travels in imagination.
Wake up with a pile of medication.
Journey of hundred miles in the head, causing migration,
That needs to be paved on probation.
Indeed, with a pen on a paper.


A paper and a pen
Husband and a wife.
It first began as a stem of a tree, that brought life of a husband,
Who got married to a foreign woman in a band,
From a different mother land.
Yes, a pen, with no maiden name that trends.
As she stands in posture, waving an invisible hand.
Throat cleared, as he puts on a crown.
King and a queen,
We are one plus one.

Depending on each other.
She’s a positive charge, I’m in opposition. 
She came in attractive, from Edding AG.
That is why we apply the law of attraction,
Of superfluous reputation, like a battery in a remote,
A petrol in Bertone.
Like hippopotamus, we are halfway enormous,
Spontaneous, we give life so glorious.
um papel e uma caneta

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I Am Trying To Live

Hey what did I miss?
Do I owe you something,
that every time I make a move in life you react?
Do I owe you success?
That every time I drown, making bad decisions
You recognize,

Judging like an expert.
Does it hurt to mind your own business?
To make absoluteness in your own garden?
And Show us how magical your opinions can be,
Unfortunately, I am not even really bothered in what you do
Course I am too focused on what I do.

Few Opportunities I blew,
And I am not afraid to start off building by a canoe
In my life patience is virtue, and that is one of my principles.
I am not running a race, nor am I in competition,
I am passionate, even risk I don't mind taking

And with assurance I am gonna top up my life with a barbeque.
I dont really care what you think of me,
Please do the same,
I am trying to live my life.

Please stay back from following me around, you are not my shade.
Please stay back, I am not getting married, I dont need a brides-maid
And I am not your lake so please stop showing up like you are a mermaid.

I am saying this and it does not mean I am afraid of you
It’s just all irritating.
Let me downgrade,
Of course that would be so unfortunate.

And Let me loose concentration,
Of course that might seem out of fashion.
You are not sorry, so no need to pretend.
Cut the act,
Course I know it is what you wanted to celebrate in a decade.

Maybe it got delayed.
And maybe I overplayed, but that is still not your concern.
Hey, Im trying to live,
I am trying to live my life the best way I know how.

I fall, I brake, I rise, I succeed, I loose, I fail, make bad decisions, overstay in my struggles?
That should not matter.
Please give me a breath,
I am just trying to live

And In advance I forgive you
Just please! stop being pain in the ass, I want relief,
I don’t wanna be aggressive
You are so destructive, please Just exit.

Exit from my bussiness,
The show is full, I don’t need a guest speaker.
You are too lost in my space please go find yourself somewhere else,
And Stop being a gossiper, you will grow weaker.
Stay focused in your own lane, and use your brain,

And Stop peeping through my book, write your own.
Live your life,
I am also trying to live my own the best way I know how.
I am trying to live,
I am trying to live my life, in peace The best way I know how.

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Your Voice To My Ears

Woken up by a huge cock in 5 AM,
Wait Madam, don’t take this as a cablegram,
I’m talking about a chicken clear up your thoughts.
You take me to a waterfall,
Just where I am.

Like the singing birds in the morning
Your voice…
It’s like music to my ears.
Rythmn and blues,
Out of punk and folk rock,
It rocks.

When you vibrate to my soul
Speaking in Andante and Cadenza,
swimming deeply into my soul,
switching on all the buttons on my body,

Like a lullaby, it feels.
Giving me relief as grandpa,
Like I am in spa for a massage.
Resting under my skin,I feel it
Hiding closer to my veins.

Your voice…
Your voice to my ears,
It’s like opera in solo,
And Playing karaoke of my favorite song.
Your voice to my ears
It’s calming,

Like breeze of trees in an island
Closely as I listen,
It feels like I’m floating,
Like a magician played a levitation trick at me.
your voice…
your voice…

your voice to my ears it’s medication
I need no doctor for cure.
Yes, I’m clean I got no infection
Nor any body complications,
Course your voice to my ears,
Its therapy.

The force it exerts towards me,
Strong enough to take charge of my thoughts.
Making me an excellent artist,
In my own head, drawing all perfect portraits
Getting me sit with my legs hanged up the wall

Your voice…
Your voice to my ears,
It’s the sweetest.

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Full Proof of My Being

I swear my world was frozen
When my confidence was stolen.
I swear My vocal pipes were broken
While my purpose was offloading,

And painful it was,
that I was just watching
When everything was fading
But I did nothing.

Course I felt powerless.
But a second chance life gave me
And I used it.
I used situations as a motivation,
For restoration.

Flashbacks!!!
When the storm hit my garden,
When running to my darkest room has been an option
Locking the door and thinking the worst,
That was depression.

But Positivity over ruled fortunately,
And in the midst you appeared fortunately,
And your story changed mine
And I know mine changed yours.

You came in Acoustically and not abysmally
You appeared angelically and not dramatically,
And basically, you are the one
Who pragmatically gave my life a hymn

And I feel, that is why my soul
Is literally linked to yours.

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Your Voice To My Ears

Woken up by a huge cock in 5 AM,
Wait Madam, don’t take this as a cablegram,
I’m talking about a chicken clear up your thoughts.
You take me to a waterfall,
Just where I am.
Like the singing birds in the morning

Your voice...
It’s like music to my ears.
Rythmn and blues,
Out of punk and folk rock,
It rocks.

When you vibrate to my soul
Speaking in Andante and Cadenza,
swimming deeply into my soul,
switching on all the buttons on my body,
Like a lullaby, it feels.

Giving me relief as grandpa,
Like I am in spa for a massage.
Resting under my skin,I feel it
Hiding closer to my veins.

Your voice...
Your voice to my ears,
It’s like opera in solo,
And Playing karaoke of my favorite song.

Your voice to my ears
It's calming,
Like breeze of trees in an island
Closely as I listen,

It feels like I'm floating,
Like a magician played a levitation trick at me.
your voice…
your voice…

your voice to my ears it’s medication
I need no doctor for cure.
Yes, I’m clean I got no infection
Nor any body complications,
Course your voice to my ears,
Its therapy.

The force it exerts towards me,
Strong enough to take charge of my thoughts.
Making me an excellent artist,
In my own head, drawing all perfect portraits
Getting me sit with my legs hanged up the wall

Your voice...
Your voice to my ears,
It's the sweetest.

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What They Don'T Know

What you don't know, that I know.
My voice so mellifluous
Presenting me as emasculate, 
As if I am heaven's perfect candidate. 
Ohh they don't know, 
As they clothe me in pure perfection. 

Only if they pay attention,
To my speech rather,
They'll see a different dimension.
And not that I blather,
Course in my other perception, 
I  call it adjudicating with invention.

Although that might be over rated without being calculated.
I am completely aware,
That "I am naughty, but yet innocent"
And yet many still don't know,
But I can't say beware, I can only put them up for a dare

Not that it's all bad, i'm not a rotten potato in a bag
Nor am I a lion in a sheep's skin, My naughtiness leaves an ignited room and my innocence leaves a healthy bloom.

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Visit Me Not

Visit me not, never in my dreams
I felt myself smiling with laughter
The warmth, fluffy as cotton Candy,
Suddenly the law of attraction with a “bang” hit!
with a bit of trepidation, I felt claustrophobic.
when I open eyes so big questions rose as I frown,
the mind profligated to the peak.
Familiar surroundings as I pick,
A flamboyant breath out of me, Pheuuuuw!!!!
Realizing it was all a dream.

It is sad, that I have cut the cord myself, not proudly
Course you forced me to the party.
I loved you unconditionally, even more exceptionally.
And, none of this is funny
Course You pushed me to the core “intentionally”.
Where did you even get the energy to play lovey dovey?
I am dead serious, this is all OVER!

And my pride is not allowing me, 
And will never allow me to allow you back in.
You played me,  and truthfully
I wish we never met.
And I wish I’d said this, that last time
“Please remain in my past, and Step back out of my dreams too”

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My Mother's Favorite Child

His black sheep
Dark skinned, a chubby with brown eyes
Hair so fluffy, as he wished it was blonde.
Ugly to his eyes, even more pigchunky
That even blows off my confidence
I tried acting bubbly but her pain crushed my spirit

I've been boiling an ocean,
His critics as he keeps raising
Leaving me in the cold
His only daughter I am,
I don't even understand how He throws me with a hatred blanket

Managing to call me stupid in every silly mistakes I make
And yet fail to recognize every good thing I make
My existence he makes me question

Literally he brings gloom to my room,
But i try to bloom,
For her sake yes
Course she is the rose in my garden
That she born me in her womb, does not pass her thought
Unlike "he" whom I even feel like addressing as a sperm donor
Course a father figure he failed in me

I am my mother's favorite child and yet my father's worst daughter
With reasons I don't know
Only if I wasn't excelling at school perhaps,
But, I am fortunately an A student
And Among my peers I'm the brightest, 
And yes, I'm not an excellent athlete but I do best.

Only if I deliver rotten potatoes at him perhaps,
But I only clothe my words and actions with honor
Hence, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the hatred,
Course I see myself as a blessing, 
And it hurts how he treats me as a sin
It is all depressing and now I'm confessing

I'm up a creek without a paddle
This is all toxic, and my mind is still processing
How He constantly scold me for no reasons
At all it makes no sense to me
How he keeps playing snug as a bug in a rug
Day after day, Season after season
It seems he never want to bury the hatchet

Im getting a blow off my steam
And I keep wishing this was all a dream
This is my naked pain
And I feel suffocated
Now show me yours,
Show me your naked pain

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World's Imperturbable Being

She is the Strongest,
Situations she conqueres
Like life is facile.

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The Truth

Honesty right!
You wanna know the truth?
Well, you've swindled my heart
Yet still invigorating through my chest
Anything beyond, I never thought of
When I first spoke to you thereof

it took a day suprisingly
Dots connected
Cabinets reshuffled, 
And everything was Rosey.
You've touched me, without laying a hand on me. 

you sure you aren't made of fire? 
Course you've let me catch the heat
The truth right!
Well, I am suffocated by the drug you've let me consume
I am addicted, and all I wanna do is presume
 And All the love buried from heart breaks, You've exumed

I wanna stop but the ecstasy is holding me by the neck
I can't stop thinking of the high if gets me. 
The joy it fills me, 
The empty spaces it closes in me, 
The home is has suddenly brought in me. 

Corners let me cut and the ice let me break. 
To the ground I hope an ear is kept. 
The truth right!
Well, the truth is I have fallen in love with you so deep
And wanna keep on falling