a dead bird

A dead bird lays in my head
I think I stopped believing
I could fly
Perhaps you, clipped my wings

Babies born believe they can fly
Memories still fresh from
Playing with angels in their
Previous lives

Sometimes God believes too much
In us or is it we limit ourselves
If faith can open red crimson seas
Walk on water and quite the storms

I fear it is fear that has made us human
And some will hold on to it
For the fear of being
Whom each of us is meant to be

Light of the world
Someone needs to see your shine
To know sunshine still exists
And until you smile

Passing light to this darkness
We will all just see dead birds
As some of us
Have stopped believing we can fly

It takes a belief to resurrect
Dead dreams, forgotten goals
You can still be
You still are, the bird

Believe in me once more
And I shall spread my wings
And flap off these limits
Pursue the skies beyond my cries

And live to tell
Of how I once fell dead
When I had stopped believing
I could fly

my heart is a specimen (heart twisted)

Interrogating emotions
Running a test of authenticity

In a science lab, I bring biology
My heart is a specimen
Beating, I watch as it lays there

I want to know how it feels
When this organ is bombarded
With emotions of loving a stranger
Heart, are you ready to begin

Today we will go undercover
Play the love game
till you fall in love, but remember
This is just an experiment

Don't cry when you break
Just keep notes of what truly hurts
I am using you as a reference
To save future broken hearts
From breaking too often

Today you will meet skin deep
You will be taken by the second
Allow yourself to be
This must take place
Bear in mind you will get hurt

Fall in and close your eyes
Let reason subside
Begin auctioning yourself away
Without a question in mind

This will only last a few days
Thou it will feel like a lifetime
As we go on and on
Sacrifice more, this will create a bond

Be there for the stranger
Until you feel a sense of belonging
Make sure there is a third party
This will hurt for sure

Ignore the facts, follow my lead
This must take place
Look at the face once more
Feel yourself at home

Just when it seems like paradise
I will come and drag you out
You will begin to doubt
A lot of things, like or love

"Get out of there"
I fear emotions are like quick sand
Take my hand its time to get out
Remember you are with a stranger

Stay in there for the freebees
Use love to get love
Until you have sucked all joy
Don't cry this must take place

Don't get caught, jail time
Could well be a life sentence
messing with human emotions
Is a psychophysiological crime

orderstiz

organical chaos
Spreading leaves in the direction
of roots growin on wooden floors
crawling ants marching like angels

Ordering unseen twisted cables
To hang innocent heads
Stripping bliss naked
with a devine kiss in redlipstick

pouring together with poets
Juices from an ancient river
a colourless bucket
tasting the color of words
With a fork and a knife
leaving us with silver tongues

From sucking nipples of inspiration
Like babies born to godhood
Until our eyes turn blue as seas
With a tint of oranges
Falling from a farm of eyelids
That blink once in a lifetime

Crushing celestial fruits with pens letting souls, drunk
From a ghost punch
a poem recited in silence

Faceless faces facing
the wrong direction on rails
Applauding a mute like a train
standing
Before curious passangers
Chewing their lunch
together with a choo choo

Strangers on parallel
life paths,reciting peace to violence
Imagine hands clapping unplugged
Excitement is a falling tear
Getting married to a tissue paper

In the middle a lovestory
A storm hits in a three pin plug
With a child's fingers stuck
Struck by lightning
Disturbing a lifeless body

Confessions of a lonely heart

My heart sliced open on arms
I once trusted to care
Waiting for a heart transplant
Between these cold walls, I see you

Flaunting, passing fake smiles
Hiding true hurt inside
Taking sides with hate
Sharing your love with strangers

I have myself become, as one
Foreign in a land
Where I stood hailed and gloried
When love used to flow

Like streams
that promised no drought
Doubt now fills a heart that looks upon these barren lands
Hope hangs as a dirty apron
From trying to bake
our future out of wrong ingredients

Cakes tasting sour
I should have known that wasn't sugar
Calling me "sugar"
Didn't prove a sweet taste after all
From these emotions
Falling, just to fall again

Pulling a straight face
Yet still not facing straight
Into heart matters, denial my new religeon
I seek redemption from such ills I feel inside

Oh how I long for the up and downs
I prefer we fight loving
For in this state
Heart indicators show a straight line

Your love will have to strike back
Like the earthquakes
To resurrect this lonely heart
Or better yet let me die in peace

Of knowing loving me you still do
Just no longer in love to do

interpolating interpretations of freed minds

From history to history, age to age
and page to page there is a man who died
call it freedom of speech or freedom of expression if we don't crucify these actions many men will die

Between teens communication
seems to make better sense involving senses
a false communication from the press
compressing truth and calling it press freedom look me into the eye
and tell me its my choice to die
hanging on filtered pages that promise to blabber truth

blabbering on a foreign exchange circulating in circulation interpolating interpretations causing pretentious attentions to mentions of the falling generation degerations from the manipulated brainwashed to wash and flush truth
and replace it with rightful thinking a twelve year old is old enough to make decisions on her behalf being the other half of the problem

circumcising the dreams of tomoro
no hope to see but sorrow
falling from the mountains of a corrupted system that everyone should belong
all speeches to be made long to prolong life in sin so everyone will have a say implementing ways to connect contradicting views
forcing those who disapprove to prove this
as a prove based thesis welcoming

all preservatives to preserve these additives
with open arms so long as they pay enough cents it doesn't matter if they make no sense
people have lost their sense for truth anyway
all is right for the sake of having a right
we will protect your right to say it

so in these pages you will find the deaths of many men who stood and fell to the grave
for what they believed in refusing to fuse their minds and be used by false in white skins
written over by black words
empowering the minds not to mind
the blood that speaks of sanctification
beyond education

that eradicates suffocations of wisdom
from a man's internal conscious
as some have lost sense of identity
society facing a problem bigger than government to govern from this oven that cooks

Such dooms, a riot will move us
to a new age of many gods
turning politics to fall on its knees
and call out to be forgiven begging mercy from the feotus given a voice to speak passing condemnations to those who passed condoms
to this nation giving man opportunity to make better choices

with choice in mind one must remember slavery to consider being really free and be enslaved to experience a freedom from this freedom
that has made many slaves unto their graves
rotting with the lot misguided
by many misses of targeted truth
where does hope stay when all presentations on these pages do not represent the present or current situations but resentments
from following disguised light
that never quit shared light on matters
that really matter

Our heroes died in vain if we fail to hold our breaths in the the same vein and pursue
sueing doctrination at sight moving through the night of our dreams living faithful to the call of light undressing the false creating a place where love speaks and all are set free by the one who died for us all

being the man from history to history
age to age
His story be told and never sold for pennies
like the news on our papers.

translated from the mirror of love

Distance is an illusion,individuality a delusion.
One is all there is, fear keeps us apart
close I am to breaking the coils of time
I feel eternity's kick
In the wonbs of my mind
Waiting to be born as a breath of life
A holy conduct
conducted from character of God
To be one in thought word and deed
Sowing seeds of life
To grow as images
translated from the mirror of love

mastermind, get out of the crime scene

Masterminds of our time
possess the power to rob souls
of their precious belongings
crime is the number one paying subject
on the lecture stages of the media

this is a mediocre in the eyes of sidelined lives conversied over the crime lines
now caught behind steel bars of detention
guess they never paid attention
to their beguiled images

frozen mind release your mental projections and elevate yourself to a golden mind
You have gold inside
dig and toil the hard rocks of life
you don't need a helping hand
your the master mind

you've been brainwashed and yet still the stains of a boxed mind is what remains
trapped in a mental state prism
Don't live yo life like the corners of prism
crack heads rackilng cracking safes to buy expensive happiness

while some of us draw sips from the cheaper coke to keep cool under a been around brand over billions of rand
its all for legal profits
takes a bar code to decode the mass code
call it a massive fraud that fits the pefect thirsty crime scene as we call it cool

when they get away with it on tv screens addicted to the rush of a quick and easy stash it cool and breezy with covering trails as the hard part
this life is apart

the gun burks the bullet runs the sparks fly
the child dies tires screech and car's gone
you keep running quilt chasing
your conscious has caught up with.
Your conscious will catch up with you

mastermind get out of this crying I'm seeing
see I froze your mother's tear so you could see
this sin is obscene this is not a movie scene dreams and goals get buried with them

In you I see an all star think beyond a shoe
and release your mind to dream
you too can reach the stars
get out of this mind set sold to you
through this tv set

real wisdom doesn't involve guns
evolve from the short piece for its only this short and on the other end there is no peace

and if violence is your voice soon you will have no choice to be on the right hand side of justice
Man its just us doing injustice to us.

Mastermind get out of this crying I'm seeing
get out of the crime scene.