http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMko_eKWwlk Allow music to feed your soul
Leave your soul with darkest desires
pulling you closer to deception,
Perpetuated with unbearable temptations
A decision need to be made..
Experience exist to test your fate,
Your mind cannot think straight.
Leaving the body burning
Fragility,vulnerability sinking in…
Your pride wanting you to be virtuous,
while you cannot resist the sweetness of his castle
Lust buried deep
giving you wild dreams
the power of his magic makes you weak
releasing the numbness with his electrified hands.
his memory haunt your dreams,
leaving you longing to taste his sweet lips with a kiss,
his presence drowning you in the ocean of wild ecstasy
the darkest longing blinds you,
Making you to take a trip to your own grave,
the light shown on his face
makes you weak on your knees
You call his name through your sleep
You forget that he can easily tempt you to commit a bad deed,
He can grant you a pleasurable moment lasting for a minute,
leaving your heart with coldness
the forbidden fruit could take away your greatest happiness
never make a deal with the devil
the fruit is poisonous
walk away from the goodness that will never last for a long time,
Do not let him to use you for his victory
one day you’ll find a right place for love…
allow patience to become your revelation,
Your leap of faith shall teach you thee greatest lesson of life.
NB: I wrote this poem as a humble tribute to everyone who had touched my heart and soul through poetry,photography and just showing their utmost appreciation.I am grateful to have such a distance family,though our friendships can be considered strange but to me,it means a lot.Thank You everyone
Maditjhaba which means mother of the nations.
How is possible for a stranger to write your own memoir so beautifully?
Unleashing your own character like an old friend.
A shared friendship which moves beyond boundaries,
tied by a strange knot
becoming close to a stranger’s imagination,
making you feel like you are part of the story.
As the story unfold…
you realize that the contract that bids you and the writer has no clause
yet it is entirely legitimate,
You always looking forward to share a conversation with her or him,
though the conversation requires just written words,
the connection grows stronger and stronger
The writer gives you hope…
new meaning of life.
I forgive you
for your lack of knowledge,
for your blindness which led me to hate,
treating me as a prisoner in my own place,
taking away my fate,
bearing the fruits which haunted my common sense,
leaving me feeling afraid,
showing me free flowing fountain which cleanse my innocence,
a sacred river which overflows with lifeless pleasure,
floated with limitless adventures.
I forgive you
for your careless mistakes which got me into trouble,
left me in so much debt of denial,
for your lack of consideration,
forcing me to react on impulse
letting the greatest opportunity of being true to myself to pass me by.
I forgive you
for your failure of understanding what I want…
for unleashing the darkest monster that live inside me,
for teaching me the distinction between pure love and lust,
for making me sleep on the bed adorn with shattered dreams
for walking with me through the path filled with thorns,
for making me beg for more
yet you knew that the implications of getting your poisonous affection
will gently activate my thoughts,
making the wrong to look right.
I forgive you
for wasting my precious time to deal with your foolishness,
for letting me explore the beauty of your uselessness,
for creating an impact which is meaningless,
for contradicting my values with your problems,
for holding my hand and pushing me to the limit
which made me the person I am today…
for being a fake friend which sugar coat lies with truthfulness,
for leaving me powerless,
a manipulative lover who do anything to boost his ego,
deeply stimulating his wickedness with beautiful music,
slowly captivating my mind unconsciously
being a guide which led me to unfamiliar places
places which showed superficial beauty
places which are beyond imagined
let alone pushing you to forget reality.
Omitted paragraphs which makes the story incomplete,
A lack of sensation,a difficulty to grasp how I feel,
A tune of a particular song
playing with unfamiliar chords
Reality which intend to sugar coat everything
building a bridge between the truth and perception,
a loss of revitalizing properties to keep the mind and soul in peace.
A lack of dream realized
woven with a thread of fantasy,
leaving the mind with unanswered questions,
pulling you away from the light,being an uninvited guest.
Remedy your confusion with meditation,
losing that golden key to unlock those priceless moments can still be found,
taking you to places you couldn’t imagine
Hiding within your fears is not helping,
take a deep breath,climb up on that stairs.
You might be closer on finding the real you,
the truth will rejuvenate your troubled soul,
Allow you to enjoy the sweetness of peace and harmony.
Something is missing
constantly losing friends,
loneliness caving in,
The moment you start reaching out
You begin to lose everything
You need to wake up from dreaming
believing that you are capable of doing anything.
Activate the mind with free flowing imagination,
Breaking all the barriers,enjoying the emancipation,
Eliminating the burden of confusion
Fusing sounds,images,movement,creating a poetic collaboration,
A dreamer is a believer
His imagination is saturated with great power,
He sleeps with the blanket of hope,
A pillow filled with magic
The intensity of his visions is tied with ropes,
calculating his opportunities.
Believing that tomorrow is the rebirth of new possibilities
Captured the timeless beauty of the universe with eyes closed
Smelling a lovely fragrance which lingers across every space
slowly captivating the mind with free flowing thoughts
cleansing the soul,walking through the rain
Enlightening the soul with stimulating adventures.
giving the weary heart a dose of pleasure
creating memories to be always remembered
Lifeless objects are brought to life,
a touch of gold which delight a troubled soul,
moving images creating an unforgettable story
A flower imagined,blooming so beautifully
a story told with so much complexity.
A dreamer sees his life through the lenses of realities,
planning ahead,dealing with the impurities,
The prophecy of the universe travel through his sleep
making everything possible like magic,
Holding a key to unlock the doors of blissful moments,
his gift channel a series of activities that helps him achieve his goals.
A dreamer is a tree which bear the fruits of hope
holding tight the branches.stop them from falling
manifesting thee greatest power unto the leaves
making them evergreen through any season,
Deny to sleep with blindfolds
Determined to see everything
A dreamer is a painter of his own
depicting pictures relating to his future
Greater things awaits him
His patience will help him harvest good results
A dreamer possess a keen eyesight
seeing smaller details in larger size
taking everything to consideration.
It had given us the possibilities ti travel places which we never knew.
Opened our eye to experience the hidden magic locked in our minds,
We submit ourselves upon things that no man consider to real,
What the next party fails to understand
is that there’s a gift that lies within us men.
A gift which is fairly distributed by our creator
It is up to a man to try and unlock the mysterious forces found within a gift.
Although one may argue that the gift pushes us away from reality.
Do we have certainty that we know what is real…
Good or bad things had been created by our imagination.
Our imagination holds the power to see things from different perspectives.
It feeds our intuitions
Allowing a creative man to invent a beautiful piece of art.
Do you believe that we all have this particular gift?
failing to embrace and understand it
feels like failing to accept a part of us.
Our imagination gives our lives a new meaning
it makes the picture more clearer
strengthen our instincts to be stronger
therefore a new chapter of our lives unfolds
A story untold is shared
Shared to a man that listens with his heart
Though he is the captain of the ship
He knows nothing about his destination
he is just sailing through the shore
Yet deep inside he knows that his imagination will get him
where he belongs…
We are at war,
Armoured with only our voices,
A pen and paper our only weapon
Writing our stories,
Stories which will forever remain
within the heart that listen
We are artist,
Artist who paints pictures of reality
Just look closely
Allow your eyes to see the ugly truth that lies within.
Cultivating the soul with all beautiful things.
The picture holds no sympathy
It reveals its ruthless nature unconsciuosly
reflecting the complexity of the critical mind.
The artist doesn’t care about being admired
he only cares about sustaining the reality of his craft.
he is the Soldier
fighting an endless battle
a battle that has no victory
yet its occurrence is satisfactory
It had occurred for long time
taken everything I thought it was mine
made him innocent like a child
he do not know when it began
All he remember is the beautiful sun
The sun that exposed him unto his enemies
leaving them helpless
His craft is heartless
So much blood had been shed
Lots of lesson had been learnt
Inspiring strangers had been met
And he doesn’t feel reluctant to call them friends
They are his family which he never had…
They are his revelation he never anticipated
His words left him uneasy
leaving him in great suffocation
Pleading to find redemption
Then feeding his hunger with great expectations.
You strip my soul bare
made me dance on your own tune,
I’ve lost all my fortune,
Felt impatient to let the fruit prune
We are different yet we get along very well.
You had become a part of me
Leaving my heart burning with flames of rage.
locked myself in a cage.
Remorseful to consider you being part of my skin
left a scar which will forever remain
I love you once,twice and forever.
You know how to keep me sane
make me feel like everything is the same
became an opponent of your games.
Listen to the voice that screams for help
forgetting the pain you left behind.
Sometimes I wonder why you got so much power over me,
I thought I was the one in charge
Please don’t overshadow my judgements
you might know where I’ve been
but you know nothing about my future.