Biography of Bieze Josphat
I am a person who isn't afraid of the fog of reality. I walk through it but with care.Since I know that every cloud has a silver lining. In every situation, there are lessons learnt and windows of opportunities.
Bieze Josphat Poems
Those who plant seed On every fertile hole Then run at high speed Oblivious of hurted soul,
The Wizard Of Politics
The wizard of Politics Is the lure Of the tongue Is the bag
She is focused Drumming her naked lap As moving Feet thud and flip flop clap
Guilty of what he did He joined his friends To a drinking spree Hoping to set
Dews Of This World
Am the morning dew Some call me morning stew I water your fields at dawn But the bare-feet frown
On valentine's night Under a moonless sky Their eyes shine bright With charm of love pie.
A Poor Lover's Wish.
If tree leaves were money I would pluck NOT TRILLIONS To be the RICHEST But just two or three
I love to hear My earring sing Beside my ear As it swing,
I wonder of your shortness Yet my words can't Circumlocute you. I wonder of your puzzle
All day, all night, List of chores await. Monday to Sunday, Is tiredness.
No One Knows The Secret In Me.
I stand on this shelf Awaiting you to pick Me and undress every page And listen to me speak.
Don'T Look Down Upon Me.
Why look down upon me, For what I do. You say its inferior But to me its superior.
Wash Your Robes
Great tribulation awaits, Those with dirty robes. Who suffocate under the weight Of their heavy lodes.
Choke me like boiled sweet potatoes
For even flies
Fear her to touch
Those big but not too big
Strike me like lightning.
Her white strong teeth