Broken hearted dreams

The walker

I see him pass me by as if the connection we had before the apple of eve, had its remains removed.

The walker; temps fate by working and walking a straight path into the governmental constracts of human popular calture, a spirit is constant, money is re-used.

A hooded image of a part of our future rides by me on a black bord with four wheeles and posion in his ears, it tells me our nature is becoming rebelious to life its self, I see Gods concern.

An inocent baby on a mothers back tells me that there's still hope for us as she walks among the angels and demons we turn into everyday but when, I ask will pure good return.

As we walk in different paths to directions we dream of, we forget that we have windows and mirrors in our pupils that show stronger truths then our actions towards each other.

I select the we walkers don't understand that as life ...

Just you

Love, What if I told you the pictures on the wall of memories are of me and you?

Evidently I love you not because I need that back, see this love is true.

Because I love you for loving you but I do hope you love me too

Ok God help me what should I do

Because Truthfully What I need… is just you

Look how you ignite a smile on my face

Everyone knows the reasons in this case

Because it only happens when you and I are in the same place

Obsessed? Hopefully not but it is loves first phase

See, truthfully all I need… is just you

Look, listen could you walk with me there’s a heart path I wana take

Ending that path you’ll find me nothing fake

Broken pieces of me are on this ...

His for mine

A star fell on the roof of my head yesterday as I tried to expand my minds universe.
Today a voice says no!! The universe is in your hands and the stars are ideas.
He said to tell his children not to live as part the hand of a blind universe
I knew I had to go!! Show them a way apart from things like fears
His voice spoke to me like visions as clear as the air
My eyes spoke of disbelief but my hearts said he is there.
My mind pictured many connotations of the many of my journeys complications
I spoke in debates to myself in meetings in my mind where I had horrid conversations
The dark ones started building their voices to cloud my path to an ever-lasting light
He gave me a book, thee essentials of war were etched in each page. I knew I was ready to fight!!
He said fight fire with water because my water is blessed my water is pure
And if you fight fire with fire let yours be my fire, for the sickening ang...

its too late (*)

Just because i

wasnt crying. You foolishly

thought i wasnt harting so you

continued to inflict more on

me. Just because i walk tall, your

ignorence told you i felt no pain

and so you continued to beat me

with your words and loughter.

Just because i smiled back you

potheticly assumed everything

was ok.just because i chose to

continue to love,give,forgive and

forget. You by evil tandency

thought best to take advantage.

Just because i still stand stronge

and positive. You by stupidity

thought i stood with no scares.

Now its to late.

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Grow

I hered that with hearing comes listening.

So listen and listen in order to capture.

Thus capture that with capturing comes knowing.

Know that Thereafter knowing comes comprehention.

And comprehend that comprehention is understanding.

Understand that with understanding comes wisdom.

Thus wisin to the wise to know that with wisdom comes growth.

Thus enabling one to move forward.

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Dog Love

A person gets lonly we all know why, its no fog.

So naturly the person gets a dog.

The person now has a responsiblity to love the dog care for the dog the person has to make shore the person feeds the dog.

The person promises the dog the person will do these things for she also needs the dog.

True enough the person dose so.

Mayde the person feels she must so.

Never the less the dog loves the person unconditionly and shakes its tail at the person every morning and afternoon.

Time passes and the person starts to forget play time with the dog.

Time passes and it worsins tempers are as short as the walk time with the dog.

Time passes and now the person beats the dog.

Time passes watch how the person kicks the dog.

Time passes God watches how the person treats the dog.

Ribbs, limbs and hips broken.

The dog limps face beaten, broosed and swollen.

The last question.

What if you woke up tomorrow and i wasn't there for you to ignore? what if you woke up tomorrow and i wasn't there for you to lough at? what if you woke up tomorrow and i wasn't there for you to lie to? what if you woke up tomorrow and i wasn't there for to wast the time i give to you? what if you woke up tomorrow and i wasn't there for you to take me for granted? What if you woke up tomorrow and i wasn't there for you to wast my love? what if you woke up tomorrow and it was too late to say sorry? what if you woke up tomorrow and i wasn't there for you to unbreak my heart? What if you woke up tomorrow and Lungele Chuma Thando Mvulana wasn't alive for you to keep killing? What if you woke up tomorrow and i was gone... Would you finally love me the way i love you.

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Empty is they

Yes, yes they live for things like cloths

And they party and live like hoes.

No! Pencil high girls, please! Yes, we don’t need those

And they pretend and become loving fakers

But by true nature they are in deed heartbreakers.

As they walk on ground they imitate earth shakers.

When the liquor and speakers call they are activated and in motion.

Sweat voices, smiles, kisses, touches, eye contact and body language is their poisons potion.

You! Yes! You, blind man with eyes that see, do you hear my notion?

You! Yes! You, def man with ears that can hear, listen to the truth in their lies.

Everything about them is fading into darkness; even the truth in their eyes.

Their now flaming wings choose to fly underground and ignore the living skies.

They all stand together, all alone-

Inside rotting crackling flash and bone.

Still a...

Broken hearted dreams

The sun has set

And so now you are out of vision.

I wonder how you can exist within me but stand missing.

I turn to your sound and your not there.

I turn at your cent and it’s unfair,

That not matter how long or how much I stare at the corners you will never appear.

My eyes, because of my endless gelatine tears

They can not focus and see clear,

That your there and I; am here.

The sun has set.

The stars bright as the day we met

And gratitude to the Sand man is my debt

And so mine is to wrap my arms around your waist,

For there is no time to waste

And so I saver your lips on my lips,

My hands, stroking the shape of your hips;

The evidence on my back from your finger tips;

The razing warmth to heat from yours and my body combined

And afterwards, we lay close and confide

Tired and satisfied we now close our eyes.

Then s...

Scream

I set fire to the anger and the pain

And it burnt hotter and hotter even in the rain.

A sound came throw from the flame.

I went closer and closer and I could hear it call out a name.

I knew then that my life was changed and would never be the same.

That from now on there was no one else I would ever blame

And from now on I’m counting and living off of all my days

Because the name it was screaming while burning was blaze.

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