Poetry with life and love: The golden stripe in my heart

Poetry with life and love: The golden stripe in my heart: thank you for me, thank you for us when the appointment of arrival was thrown on earth everyone threw hands far, cried the fear to touc...

The golden stripe in my heart

thank you for me, thank you for us

when the appointment of arrival was thrown

on earth everyone threw hands far, cried the fear to touch the giants.

fear blown their capabilities of trying,

narrowed their vision of care, love and tendersness.

yet many choices were given, chance of leg around the streets,

hawk your dreams, lay your seeds across the streets but you but you

you gave the steam of love through the pores of your heart,

tears falling deep as thoughts attach your name.

thank you for us, me, them and all the nations lean over your postures.

bless you for me, bless you for us

as you medium them down to earth, form the conjunctions

lines of transmission from Heaven down to the state of actions.

spears of earth temper the soul of a lonely sister with no clear

driven scheme around the culprits of paper and ink.

as they sing joy on their tv's, you you alone

along the streets all the storms and snows

depolited your beauty, killed your dream for me, for us.

ohh you are the soulmate of times, nourished us with

garment of love, guidance, care, tenderness and respect.

manipulated your joyous days to give us glamorous weapon of the world-

"intelligence" to cull the flames of the fame and shame within.

starve yourself to ful me, undressed yourself to swagg me,

tired yourself to energize me, cried yourself to happy me.

bless you for us, me, them and all the nations lean over your portrays.

pain to me, pain to us

pain to us that to day we climb the world

aligned our minds to your teachings in your absence.

without you to guide us anymore, without you to mark us wrong.

diffuse us from our stance of building components,

pain to us ,pain to me for today we shine, brim above the mountains

without your smile, doubt cover us at times for you inspiration fountain

raised far to the Heavens, throw your eyes to observe us rise within the lions

grind them for we aint man neither animals but true giants made by you.

pain to those who cant sleep, as the giants move around the world to make the best of themselves.....

Poetry with life and love: Judge not me

Poetry with life and love: Judge not me: I hate the smell but talk of me as I pass thru the world along those sinful pastures for no man shall not see God, As he lay us o...

Judge not me

I hate the smell but talk of me

as I pass thru the world along those sinful

pastures for no man shall not see God,

As he lay us on Earth, allow us to make programs

but never program us what a wonder that can be:

as we state all sins to those whom sin I fear for you might be sinning

more for undermining Gods plan, it might be too light as you judge

the great Judge's decision, plan, structure. blood smell to the souls

you banned out of your church for mis-abiding to your church's rules

as if God said it is the best, as if He Himself landed to stamp yours as the best church.

I prejudge no soul as they cannibalize each other around me

I know He has a plan about me, they died in struggle

in which they went knowing that death is promised hence suicide but no

we judge those who sacrifice their souls in our communities.

who are you to judge me, who are you to judge His plan,

He Whom knew me before I was conceived, planned my life before I breath once

He Whom can approve my life or decide about it,

For He Himself said He is the only man that lives eternal but

intelligently He never stated the list of great ways to die,

ooh mankinds we shall perish like seeds that fell on rocks

thinking that we are in plan, do your best in changing someone’s life than judging them.

I foresee God’s plan being banned by His images, the anger done there

For you have treated yourself like him#judging them from what they do and did#

No man is too perfect to judge the other but many man

Have seen more to teach and advice others without the court stance.

As his image I serve my part not intervene with His wisdom

For His thinking is not like ours, He Himself sacrificed a precious and innocent soul

For freedom, He the Great one allowed His son to be wounded, suffered, enslaved and slained

For your spiritual freedom not judgment, He Himself allowed Job to suffer most to be blessed, He empowered Joseph defile not his youth, He allowed children of Israel to suffer inorder for His power to be shown, so who you are to stand on His way of planning,

 His hand is not shortened to touch all of us

At the same time, His eye can see all of us, He Who never sleep, starve, cry, blink

Fear your God for He’s Mighty, Majestic, iMmortal.

He created what He wants on his world so respect each even the one

That despite Him as God purpose was instilled within it,

And you are just an ant in his earth, but you are in the right side of Him

And shall be treated as a first born to Him.

Respect his plan for is unknown even the greatest prophets bow

To Him and serve Him whilst you serve them.

#never judge man for it His temple#

Poetry with life and love: when I die (i)

Poetry with life and love: when I die (i): The day I die play the song "storm is over" sing it with enthusiasm, deep as the grave would be calling slowly like a child I sha...

when I die (i)

The day I die

play the song "storm is over" sing it with

enthusiasm, deep as the grave would be calling

slowly like a child I shall crawl into it with peace.

Rehears those voice like violins and pianos

like opera like rap, recite a poem that speak nothing to lie

but a true testimony of my life, cry for the lose of another marked spirit.

let the giants sigh love and principles to you all

for my remarks was launched ontop of red roses and white flowers.

Pray for my offspring for I shall not testify their stamping areas

confess love, hatred and anger for with peace I want to be laid.

beat the drums as the song rise above the pains to

those that loved me and never motioned into reality.

let the sounds of poetry palpate the open wounds

while indulge internal wisdom and knowledge.

allow the poor and the rich to pamper themselves with pride

outcast a stage for the artists to promote, launch their footsteps.

lay a ground for the ones never married and those that never danced

give food to the kids along the streets, allow my forefathers to advertise

their ritual and tell you that thats where I came from,

allow the preacher to preach about God not churches that he heard about

allow the children of God worship together like water heading to the sea

singing one song, with one pattern like a Ndebele house.

sing the song, invite R-Kelly to sing it for me, Him not sign autographs

before I land deep in the soils, eat the best meal for I am dead.

Storm is over now, I can see the sunshine, beyond the clouds

Poetry with life and love: I cry yes I cry

Poetry with life and love: I cry yes I cry: I cry I said I cry as the sunset   I bare a chance to observe: even the birds ran to their nest, puppies to their mothers in the ken...