Its like a rose
This beautiful thing
Its appropriate for different kind of reasons
But its end never has a reason
Its pleasant when left to take its natural course
For touching it could change the admires tone
It has the power to bring hope to a concrete world
But denied the waters of life
Its beauty fades like the day into the night
Its like a rose this beautiful thing i found
I've witnessed it melt the hearts of stone
When it is natural it can bring healing to a war zone
Its like a rose it brings tears of sorrow and of joy
I've seen it at funerals where it is most sincere
For it visits often
It's like a rose this beautiful thing
Its beauty comes with thorns
Yet the rich and poor seek its protective wings
Its like a rose this beautiful thing
What a beautiful thing it is indeed
Sunday, May 12, 2013
THOUGHTS
I haven't flashed a smile in a long while,
Like an unexpected pregnancy i need a way out,
Impregnated to insanity by a semen rich with suicidal fantasies,
I'm pacing in the room, fighting mirrors for i can't face my realities,
Shadows of my past bring daymares so i constantly fist fight against the wall,
Stupor on yesterdays sorrows numbed to today's pain,
Am i a dead man walking? Am i just plain psychotic?
Feels like I am in a war and the battle has become apocalyptic
I'm sick inside without a sense of feeling,
I wounder whats worse living after you die or dying while you're still living?
My mind is a delirium though realty's walls are closing in like a cyclone,
Open the suicidal doors its my life my demise shall be my song,
Perhaps i will matter as i lay in that casket,
Eulogies and tears the epitaph of my existence,
Hope beyond the grave as they lay these cemented stones,
In peace after tempest storms shall rest these restless bones,
So i relocate to the cemetery in the heart of the night,
Angels and demons at war for a demented seeking soul,
Shackles of uncertainty bind me eternally to a long known fate,
These thoughts,these empty harrowing thoughts, a naked minds bait
Like an unexpected pregnancy i need a way out,
Impregnated to insanity by a semen rich with suicidal fantasies,
I'm pacing in the room, fighting mirrors for i can't face my realities,
Shadows of my past bring daymares so i constantly fist fight against the wall,
Stupor on yesterdays sorrows numbed to today's pain,
Am i a dead man walking? Am i just plain psychotic?
Feels like I am in a war and the battle has become apocalyptic
I'm sick inside without a sense of feeling,
I wounder whats worse living after you die or dying while you're still living?
My mind is a delirium though realty's walls are closing in like a cyclone,
Open the suicidal doors its my life my demise shall be my song,
Perhaps i will matter as i lay in that casket,
Eulogies and tears the epitaph of my existence,
Hope beyond the grave as they lay these cemented stones,
In peace after tempest storms shall rest these restless bones,
So i relocate to the cemetery in the heart of the night,
Angels and demons at war for a demented seeking soul,
Shackles of uncertainty bind me eternally to a long known fate,
These thoughts,these empty harrowing thoughts, a naked minds bait
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
MUDIWA WEPAMOYO
Ndorangarira mazuva aye tichidana pedyo nerwizi
Mhepo yaivhuvhutira tigere zvedu paruware
Shiri dzai pururudzira runako rwako sengirozi
Ndichizevezera mashoko erudo kuti iwe ufare
Mhiko ndaitsidzira kuumbira ramangwa pauri mudiwa
Kusvika kumagumo emazuva uchava ndiwe mambokadzi wepamoyo
Ndaivarairwa nemafemero ako urere bunde-bunde pachagu chipfuwa
Ganda rako rayivedza izwi rako muhope ruchindiimbira karwiyo
Pauno pepuka wondinyemwerera, wandigona, ndopfachuka nerudo
Waive chishamiso chisvusvura ndadya chemoyo wangu
Izwi rako rinyoro nyoro mundangariro rino nyorovesa hana waiva rudo
Ndai shereketa ndokumbereka ndichi tsvaga kukufadza nezviito zvangu
Mashoko erudo ndinewe anodakadza pfungwa kwauri ndovimbisa chirango
Asi nguva ndimadzongonyedze usipo uye kana tiri tose
Shungu dzeupenyu wakanaka dzondifambisa nerima iwo masango
Usa ndichityire nokuti kurudo rwedo ndakavimbika zvachose
Chengera goni remoyo wako usayevedzwe nezvino pfuura Kwauri ndinodzoka ini ndiriwako handikurase vimba muyangu hana
Kushamwari nehama ndakatopambadza usarase tariro nekuwanda kwe mazuvaAsi natsa kuti havasi vose vanofara kutiona tichidana
Ndingave murombo mumusha mangu hamhuna zviro zvino shamisa
Asi ndinovimbisa kukuriritira nekukufadza kudzamara tasiyaniswa nerufu
Zvisineyi handingavapo nguva dzose kudzivirira zvamanzwira moyo wako simbisa
Kuti rudo wako ruwane huremu nokuti rudo rwinotoda uve nemoyo murefu
Ini usandityire nokuti shungu dzangu dzakatoperera pauri
Handichadzokere kumashure nyangwe tikatadzirana handikurase moyo wakatopfava
Nyeredzi yangu, tsvarakadenga isina yenzaniso kubvira kare ndichida iwe shamwari
Dai zvaibvira taivaka pedu tega kuti moyo ugara uchifara serusvava
Ndoyeva chako chimiro tsime risina magumo
Ndofefeterwa muneramangwana nezvose zvatichava zvachose
Wadiwa wepa moyo
MATTERS OF THE HEART II
Like an abortion in a latrine pit
My presence disgust them to spit
The moon is full and cold winds blow so i howl like wolves
Cast away for my voice will not be silenced by propaganda tools
How can i be positive when life feels like a set up
The quest for emancipation like Kunta strengthens me up
My soul, a victim of societal homicide
The event of my demise will be harold a suicide
Peace? what peace? whose peace in a psychotic society
In the abyss at the belly of the beast i lay, crippled by anxiety
I quench a thirsty soul from the drools of its feast
Scars of a gladiator yet i bare no swords for the skulls at my feet
My palms are stained with virgin blood the exchange for my breath
Alas, the dust-laden whirlwind brings the scent of death
Will the sea part when the chariots seek after my soul?
Perhaps I've strayed too long and life has taken its toll
Matters of the heart echo like a distant drum
They fall on deaf ears and hearts that are numb
My presence disgust them to spit
The moon is full and cold winds blow so i howl like wolves
Cast away for my voice will not be silenced by propaganda tools
How can i be positive when life feels like a set up
The quest for emancipation like Kunta strengthens me up
My soul, a victim of societal homicide
The event of my demise will be harold a suicide
Peace? what peace? whose peace in a psychotic society
In the abyss at the belly of the beast i lay, crippled by anxiety
I quench a thirsty soul from the drools of its feast
Scars of a gladiator yet i bare no swords for the skulls at my feet
My palms are stained with virgin blood the exchange for my breath
Alas, the dust-laden whirlwind brings the scent of death
Will the sea part when the chariots seek after my soul?
Perhaps I've strayed too long and life has taken its toll
Matters of the heart echo like a distant drum
They fall on deaf ears and hearts that are numb
MEMOIRS FROM THE GRAVE
I wanna wake up and not know where I'm going
Without a sense of direction or purpose like the wind blowing
Free from burdens of yesterday without care for where I will lay
To defy those in high seats and rediscover my own existence
Empower my will to live not to just survive in the shadow of pretense
So I can soar like an eagle That I may rise above that which is evil
I wanna wake up to the untamed stubbornness of Bucephalus
Wild and free as the earth bows in utmost novenas
My name to live on every tongue long after the death knell has but rung
That my soul be freed from the shackles of death and the jaws of the grave
A champion of fate, a black panther, for I am he who is brave
I wanna wake up and not know where I am going
Without a sense of direction or purpose like the wind blowing
Free from burdens of yesterday without care for where I will lay
To defy those in high seats and rediscover my own existence
Empower my will to live not to just survive in the shadow of pretense
So I can soar like an eagle That I may rise above that which is evil
I wanna wake up to the untamed stubbornness of Bucephalus
Wild and free as the earth bows in utmost novenas
My name to live on every tongue long after the death knell has but rung
That my soul be freed from the shackles of death and the jaws of the grave
A champion of fate, a black panther, for I am he who is brave
I wanna wake up and not know where I am going
Monday, June 25, 2012
TRAPPED
In your absence I became a pale shadow of who I
once was. I feel
and watch my mind wrinkle and die.
If I could dream of you while I lay upon a rainbow
Perhaps you’d spill over from one dream onto my pillow.
But I’ve become a prisoner shackled to your absence,
Stripped of freedom, I’m a slave to my own sense
Dreaming with a broken heart. I’ve tried to heal the Pain, but a heart never breaks even. I barely breathe,
When my heart wakes up to missing you, I guess I was Never ready for goodbye. Even if I was, I’d hold on to us
I’d still believe in the nights we dreamed and shared
When you held my hand in sweet confidence and cared.
What do I do with the emotions that burnout after you,
I hoped in time you’d trust that my intentions are true,
But you allowed these hopes to build up only to close in on me. I tried to be strong but I am trapped now that you gone.
You still are all I am every moment I look into your eyes on my wall
I guess I forgot how to live without you. A lonely tear may fall
And sounds stop for more than a moment so now I drown all my misery in alcohol
I am trapped without you my mate and my better so
If I could dream of you while I lay upon a rainbow
Perhaps you’d spill over from one dream onto my pillow.
But I’ve become a prisoner shackled to your absence,
Stripped of freedom, I’m a slave to my own sense
Dreaming with a broken heart. I’ve tried to heal the Pain, but a heart never breaks even. I barely breathe,
When my heart wakes up to missing you, I guess I was Never ready for goodbye. Even if I was, I’d hold on to us
I’d still believe in the nights we dreamed and shared
When you held my hand in sweet confidence and cared.
What do I do with the emotions that burnout after you,
I hoped in time you’d trust that my intentions are true,
But you allowed these hopes to build up only to close in on me. I tried to be strong but I am trapped now that you gone.
You still are all I am every moment I look into your eyes on my wall
I guess I forgot how to live without you. A lonely tear may fall
And sounds stop for more than a moment so now I drown all my misery in alcohol
I am trapped without you my mate and my better so
DEAR WOMAN
You are a rose that budded slowly from a concrete world.
Darker might be your petals,
Because the world you come from is hard, no need to be told.
But deeper are your roots.
So unlike the rose from rosarians, you will live longer,
Your beauty shall never fade,
For your roots will always find the waters to quench your life.
So keep your head up.Don't be afraid.
Remember that thorns on a rose, like the petals,
And the scent on it,
In no way less make the beautiful essence of a rose too.
So keep your head up, you still precious.
You neither an artificial rose, because you are not man-made.
You are natural because nature is you.
Dry your eyes, don't waste the precious waters that refresh your beauty.
Remember, the little working ant seeks your shade
So keep your head up.
Darker might be your petals,
Because the world you come from is hard, no need to be told.
But deeper are your roots.
So unlike the rose from rosarians, you will live longer,
Your beauty shall never fade,
For your roots will always find the waters to quench your life.
So keep your head up.Don't be afraid.
Remember that thorns on a rose, like the petals,
And the scent on it,
In no way less make the beautiful essence of a rose too.
So keep your head up, you still precious.
You neither an artificial rose, because you are not man-made.
You are natural because nature is you.
Dry your eyes, don't waste the precious waters that refresh your beauty.
Remember, the little working ant seeks your shade
So keep your head up.
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