Dad's seed (good seed)

Dad's seed (good seed)

In the cold night she understood your heart,
For she a smile of his heart you took,
Now a reflection I stood,
Where a seed cultivated in her wetly lands of her farm,
Her thought grasping the beautiful sun in the morning,
There I stood, in the white clouds with tears,
The picture perfect of their smiles I witnessed,
From the seasonal watered plant, I'm here, I greeted,
A seed of his daddy's fruit, they said.
An attribute identifiable by the congregation,
The walls you threw around me is difficult to break,
Whiles the herbivores try jumping the fence,
There I stood not destroyed nor shakes,
A beautiful growing plant in the eyes of our neighbors,
In few years he shall taste the fruit of his seed,
Whiles thy pruning has encouraged this plant growth,
Where are the dead seeds?
In the jaws of the big sheep,
Not protected in the sad hands of the termite,
The growing sorrow of Dad's eye,
His seed is found in the dark lands of the stubborn peers,
Washed away but not dispersed,
The peers like the sun has destroyed it with heat and smoke,
But with a calming heart he lies satisfied with the good seed,
As his sweat has paid of with good harvest,
I stood tall, face to face as I call myself a fruitful plant.
Dad's seed (good seed).

@Jcsonjenuis

Our Very Own

Our Very Own
Whispers of tragedy hits the ear,
The clasp of humor, pain and tears;
The sounds of guns hitting stones,
And the burns amidst that of the victims tears,
Echoes, echoes from the graveyard,
Some were innocent, hmm! They couldn't hurt a fly,
For our outrageous reasons we took a life,
Hmm! Definitely we cannot give,
Disproportionate number of victims are left,
Yes, to the fate of being deceased,
The Negro's mind is as black as he is,
We're most guilty for the same crime,
We blame others for pity,
Love has left our soul,
Whiles wickedness has filled that empty hole,
What gain is there?
Whiles being heartless to our very own,
Don't take a life you can't give,
As the snake keeps mocking us,
In the clear pictures of fetching water with baskets,
As we lie in naked in our dirty blurry thoughts,
A broad way path in the earth chest.
Our very own!

@kaycvanille

BEHIND THE SAD MIRROR (MAHAMA)

MAHAMA (Behind the sad mirror)

The cries of the kids sounds mama,
Whiles the sound calling the name of mama's love,
MAHAMA! An emotional found pannery,
As the future is set dark in mama's eye,
A soul has fallen in a dirty mud picture,
On the bloody lips of the hyena you see a dead dove,
Whiles streaming innocent blood drips down,
Through the back palms of the wicked,
Shame painted on the walls of the black town,
Where was the love, he said?
The tears of the kids pours in mama's heart,
A warrior who stood for us is down,
Ahooya!!! As the sweat shared in the morning trainings,
Now left empty at the dock worn out,
The flag raised at the mountain has been pulled down,
Our hunger has tear down the unripe mango,
Now not tasty and wasted to our back tongue,
Shame written bold in our empty tongue,
A nice awaiting fruit we can't replace in shame,
In big voice is now over townsmen with our vilfy shame.
MAHAMA (Tribute)
RIP-CAPTAIN

@Jcsonjenuis

ROCKSTAR

ROCKSTAR

On the strings of the sounding hap,
You lying beside me won't be bad,
On the bed of your heart back,
With the little tweets in my ear,
A sound grammar like words of Shakespeare,
Turn me on the strings, heart engineer,
Whiles you make thy heart lies in a cool pool,
From the walking source of this river,
A day, anytime I hear from you,
In a manner I laid stupidly on the dead wood,
All to die in your life for full,
As the sweets of the honey flows on dreaming,
It in the river you did use as a bait,
This heart is for you and yours in me,
On the river preparing this heart on plate to taste,
Not in the test exams we failed,
In the dark clouds we saw the rainbow,
Tied around the heart necklace for today and tomorrow,
Where tomorrow never comes stand forever,
Not the sick paint on the walls it keep reaping,
The rains are not active until June,
Those walls quipped with cement not to break,
When the cattle dies at the anger of the gun,
Why does thy heart lies in fear?
Whiles this crystal heart lies in your hands to stare,
The rattling rifles in the hands of the gangster,
Safer? Or in the murmuring of the sitting gossip?
Whiles the news of this love travel like the Raven and the dove,
Rockstar the queen of this genre throne,
In this castle her royal reigns bells,
In the sights of the doubters subordinates they shy,
An evidence cue in this heart tune.
Rockstar!

@Jcsonjenuis