THE MESSAGE

I see the cause of this mental pollution

But I can’t place a finger on its solution

When kids are constantly begging for direction

That will lead them out of their affliction

So much has been said about religion

But it has only served to bring about division

You see we constantly ague about a messenger

And we forget to listen to the message

Me, I chose to follow the one born and placed in a manger

In order to avoid a future and imminent danger, of hell

For I have an assurance from the Father

Who tells me he will take me further

Beyond my wildest dreams and imaginations,

Rather than forsake me he surrounds me with love

And gives me someone to call my brother

I have a blessed assurance

That can’t be matched even by Madison Insurance

An assurance so great that blood had to be shed

My burden of sin so great that a price had to be paid

You may choose to pelt me with stones

Or clobber me till you see my bones

But I must say to you, do your worst

But before you do, listen to the message first

I call him Jehovah, you call him Allah

And all we aim to do is turn haters into lovers

So I ask you this, who do you believe in?

Answer me that coz at the moment am grieving

Because of the reflections in the mirror

Which tell me that the end is getting nearer

LOCTA

His fragile heart lays broken by the jagged teeth of life

He never saw it coming, never fathomed the possibility

It was like the boredom of purgatorial souls

forever languishing in the miasma of regret

But was it his fault to have loved and lost?

It was better than to have never loved at all.

The acid tears run down his flustered cheeks

as the gargantuan headaches pound away unforgivingly

The dusty dungeons of loneliness beckon to him

He feels no objection as he edges towards the black light

It was an Armageddon of the heart

And the chubby angelic cupid seems to be dead

But then the spirit rises like a phoenix

From the fiery aftermath of its consumption

Confidence bursting like sore wounds

that are popping from the ripeness of recovery

The cruel world is his playground

And he will rule it like an 8^th grade bully.

Not taking any prisoners on his forward march

towards supremacy of the heart and soul

Because he has learnt to trust no one

But his unwavering, irreplaceable and devoted self

A NAKED MIND

Stripped and hosed down

My thoughts are blank, like a blind man trying to see

My mind is in a constant state of need

A need to be free of all that makes me think

I want to be naked, yes, I said naked

But not in the sense of the physical, but the mental

Like sweet poetry recited on a heavenly instrumental

A naked mind, lost in ancient time

Blessed by the words of the divine

I was born free,

But the roots no longer compliment the tree

I leave my wicked ways in search of purity

And a kingdom of tranquillity

So as naked as I came, as naked I will go

Drop knowledge that leaves the world unbalanced

And portray me as unequalled among those that seek

the same mental freedom

SHE

she kinda like the gal who Henrie Mutuku calls 'manzi wa nguvu'
she is the gal that made Jay-Z make the song cry
she is so gud that Drake would tell her she the best
she...
she does her hair like Keyshia Cole
she got the diva swagga than MIA and Beyonce put together
she has a smile brighter than Halle Berry's
she...
she is the gal that could have a beautiful struggle for like Talib Kweli did
she is the gal who shops at the sky mall coz she is fly like that
she is the gal that rocked Michael Jackson's world
she...
she is awesome, Barney Stinson would tell her twice
she is so hot she would make Lil Wayne call the fireman and
make Mrs. officer to shut off her siren
she...
she is so blessed like Mavado
she is 'Ms independent' that would draw Neyo 'closer'
she will be loved by Maroon 5
she...
she is royal like Tarus Riley would describe her
The Dream said that out of a 9 shawty is a 10
she would make you do everything like Marques Houston
she's made me make the difference like Ginuwne
she...
she could make you be a truant and sneak out like Nelly going to the mall for J's
Kanye West told her she straight from Flight skul
ii only she could just gimme the greenlight John Legend would be happy for me
she...
she got it STL said that we wanna know about it
she is like Shontelle with my my t-shirt on
she is deeper than Hip Hop that Common used to love her too

MY CLANDE

I go through her all the time
Just like a thespian goes through his lines.
She's the addiction I just can't stop,
I try going cold turkey on her
But nothing seems to work for me.
It's funny because I don't really want to stop.
As she seethes in my bloodstream and soothes my soul
I feel alive, more alive than I've ever been.
Starve me,let me go thirsty but don't
I beg you, don't deny me her simple pleasure.
In the words of Dead Prez,
When she hits,you feel no pain,
Because her gains come with no pains.
I feel very deeply about this love,
This clandestine relationship that we have,
But it can never be thought of as a fling.
If Poetry heard about this arrangement
She would be jealous,it would break her heart.
A lot of people have used her and dumped her
But that doesn't matter to me,
She has gained a value with her old age
The more they use her and dump her
The more I love her and appreciate her.
She never PMSs, never lets me down
When I need her, I just give her a holla.
She is all the things I love and more
But don't tell Poetry you heard me say this
Because she would be jealous of my clande...
...HIP HOP

I GOTTA...

I gotta read about how I matter to him
I gotta read about how her life looks dim
I gotta read how the life he never had became my dream
I gotta read how her chances of living are slim
I gotta know why he has to cry for me to smile
I gotta know why we have to go the extra mile
I gotta know what goes on in her little head
I gotta know what made him choose her instead
I gotta see where she comes from every morning
I gotta see if she can swim without drowning
I gotta see if we were made for each other
I gotta see if this could become a bother
I gotta think if the if the insults are necessary
I gotta think coz I forgot our anniversary
I gotta think before I act and regret my decision
I gotta think if they are worth my attention

VANITY FAIR

Self praise may work but I aint looking for that
Constantly in search of that which proves my worth
You see I like to think of myself as somewhat deep
But the pressure that surmounts me makes me trip
I can't constantly keep up with your perceptions of me
So I think its time to define who I seem to be
Am searching for this image that's seconds away from my grasp
But instead I gather superficiality in my clasp
Why is everyone so wrong in their definition?
And why does everyone have to have an explanation?
See, it puzzles me how there has to be a right
When my answer is equally tight
Disclaimer: The above mentioned do not reflect the views of the author
So what does it reflect, the views of your non existent brother
I have but only one thing to say
Judge me not lest with your life you shall pay
For the sins of your mind
And the indiscretions of your tongue
Shall become the scratch in my pride
And the venom in my fangs