SmurpheeeMajor

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My Home

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My home,

My Home is in the heart of this great land known as South Africa.

It is known for its green nature, beautiful flowers that bloom all year round,

And green pastures that refuse to stray,

A great hill where there stands the great white stallion that symbolizes power beauty and dominance,

Constantly overcome by beauty when you look from a distance

At night lights brighten up the skies over lapping that of the stars,

Such a divine entity my home! Bloemfontein the city of roses,

A dream isnâ€™t it but come in closer and takes a better look of the view.....

See that beauty that you see when you standing far from this city,

Can you see how disgusting it really is,

Look at that ten year old any that sticks his head to bottom of that garbage bin,

Being urged by his stomach as it grows and the world walks on by like he isnâ€™t there???

See that old lady sleeping on that card box and everybody kicks dirt to the dirt that she is already laying on???

But nah thatâ€™s an old folkâ€™s tale!!

Let me take you to the nightmare we call the hood!!!

Where wolfs dressed like well-mannered man patrol the streets like police protecting the innocent,

Where thugs donâ€™t snatch chains and run no sir they take it all then leave your carcass to rot!!

Where screams to get aided are ignored like the sounds of a little baby that wines too much,

Here itâ€™s you against the world!

You see my home is not a home! My home is certainly not beautiful,

And for damn sure my home is not a vacation,

Ha ha ha ha ha my home is a war zone,

Survivor uncensored, Welcome to Bloemfontein.

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY SmurpheeeMajor

Incomplete Prayer

It seems to me that the thought of God being a miracle worker to many that suffer seems ridiculous, I mean like look, to those alive, sharing a conversations with the silent at word is considered throwing gang signs, miming your thoughts in silence is an art form, and everything is so scientifically orientated, that the fountain of life it self has been probed, its no wonder babies can be born straight into the door of heaven, not a single breath of torture, lungs so pure they only live through conception See we are a cursed generation cause of a foundation unclean, a species of wars and hatred, even The Messiah was slaughtered for an APPARENT "freedom" rivers always have to run red, and HISstory tells of the blood of the YOUTH at old mans gain, but that's just me Or is it? I mean could it be that I learned teachers have stopped teaching and started tuning? they say we drop out cause of we have short attention spans, everything is now, we have no patience, no time to learn, i...

It happens

This right here is going to shock you so steady your heart and still your thoughts for these words, a mind as clear as air be attentive to the love I wish to share. I tried jotting it down in a love poem, Problem is I just Couldn't find the words to rhyme, Behind this pen is a shy guy that's why I wrote this letter to you............ in my dreams, I don't mean to cause rifts or make shifts with this burdened heart of mine, I have been telling you lies, to save face so I could see you smile, You know how they say what's destined to be never is cause tomorrow is not promised, Well maybe if today did not trap us in yesterday with the mistakes we make for tomorrows sake we would stand a chance, Maybe then There would be no should have could have and might have, See this is all simple, I SHOULD HAVE told you that I loved you, then me and you and me COULD HAVE been, and MIGHT have willed our hearts to stay together, That every word I write I dedicate to your existence...

Just a thought

Here is a thought,

It runs deeper than my understanding of words

That man command power beyond imagination and yet,

they are so weak.

That man where designed to rule over everything themself included

But they are slaves,

That we the most intellectual beings alive

Yet, our stupidity astounds a monkey,

Disgusts a pig bathing in swine and saddens a lion

Is it me, is it my fault that I was born into a world of ignorance

that man have so far forgotten who and what they are

that they have decided to become anything they were not supposed to be,

Here is some food for thought

WHO ARE WE???

You are me

Its weird how they tell you they understand, feel your pain and know what you going through,

They say all these sympathetic words that they think will build you and give you comfort

Yet they unconsciously crush you and beat you to the gr0und and destroy your last hope of survival,

HOPE ITS SELF,

I mean why is it so hard to understand that even if I gave you my shoes so you could walk a mile in my life

You still will not understand my view of things, that no matter what you and I will never come out the same?

Think about it for a moment,

Yes they are my shoes and they do fit your legs,

Yes it is that very ro...

The One

Once upon a time when I was mentally and spiritually young,

I used to chill upon the Ice and had death as my closest companion,

Loved and cherished by those who wanted me to crawl like snakes and break like glass,

I stood tall for I was strong and mighty in my right,

I held the power of darkness in my hands and brought about destruction to innocent civilians,

Putting an end to righteousness and hope,

I inflicted fear into the hearts of many,

At my name they would tremble, for they knew me as the one,

...

Is it Crazy

Tell me is it crazy for me to think that there is this other guy deep inside of me with whom I can communicate but our conversations are written as a n0te??

Is it crazy???

Would I be Crazy if I told you that I have never written a Poem?

Instead am a messenger sent by a king that speaks wisdom through a mere man because he is entrapped deep inside of me

And therefore sees no other way to Delivering the message???

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My Brethren and Sisters tell me is it crazy?

is it crazy to Think that I am interlocked with multiple souls that I have n0 control over,

Caus...

My Home

My home,

My Home is in the heart of this great land known as South Africa.

It is known for its green nature, beautiful flowers that bloom all year round,

And green pastures that refuse to stray,

A great hill where there stands the great white stallion that symbolizes power beauty and dominance,

Constantly overcome by beauty when you look from a distance

At night lights brighten up the skies over lapping that of the stars,

Such a divine entity my home! Bloemfontein the city of roses,

A dream isnâ€™t it but come in closer and takes a better look of the view.....

&...

What happens

What happens when I lose my mind?

What happens when this rave of darkened emotions consumes me utterly?

What happens when I no longer feel love and my lips utters nothing but hate?

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What happens when I desire that He who created me himself,

Come down and touchth I,

So I can see the beauty that I keep writing about and never get to see?

What happens when I sink so low to a point where,

The devil has nothing in store but pity for me?

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What happens when this ink no longer encourages hope faith and love,

But teaches anger de...

You said you were my friend

You said you were my friend,

But many times I called and you were n0t there so I found refuge in my book,

You said you were my friend, but many nights I spent with tears in my eyes, and my pillow wiped them off,

Countless promises you broke in the name of our friendship,

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So I was hurt left confused, trying to figure out the meaning of the term friend,

For the Bible speaks of ONE that will never let me down,

He is always there to carry me, l0ve me and protect me,

But that is of Godly creation and since well you n0t God, Jesus or Angelic an,

Why did you say you were my friend?

I Blinked

I blinked and bare footed man wearing suits with no shoes stole from me.

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I blinked just once and bare footed man wearing cashmere suits with no shoes stole from me,

Daggers piercing my heart, love to hate in slow transition,

My mind lost in pain, suffering so unbearable,

All because someone stole from me.

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I blinked once and that cold hearted sons of a es

Ripped life right out of my clutches,

And left me with nothing to hold on to but death,

How very humane of him,

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See he served me the truth on a silver platter,

And from that day summer transposed its self to a stone cold winter,

My Home

Incomplete Prayer

It happens

Just a thought

You are me

The One

Is it Crazy

My Home

What happens

You said you were my friend

I Blinked

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