Rooting for success while the rain keeps damaging what's left of the roof that I call my sanctuary, sometimes a heart can be cruel because life has only taught one to survive and not to be loved, the only happy memories I have in my mind are of me as a minor, smiling for sweets.
The only time hands were clapped in my home, our eyes were glued to a tv screen during wrestling episode, I haven't done much to regret but my life feels like a tunnel of regrets, you'd be surprised how could one drawn in debts while having better financial education, everything will be okay has replaced our daily prayer.
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Naked truth can be unbearable, it should be traded with intimacy
I failed to stop taking off my cloths to strangers until there's evidence
Who could've thought, a child in my name?
What will become of me? Or the later
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Women don't know the evil they might do
My child was denied the right to life before birth
With respect to our ladies
I won't tell you whether to give birth or not
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Unfolding expansion
I learned the currency language
And my flows ain't nothing but wind
Arrogant was once on my path
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Wind making sounds, moving anything that could be shaken
Skirmish always grow to be a real big deal
And there I was chasing the speed of water
Without nothing to live for
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I'd say you've stolen my heart, but can an abandon heart be stolen? while no one else seems to care for? I'd be a man who's clueless when it comes to unconditional love, if you didn't love me dearly!
It's funny how I ended up with my fantasy, we share the same affection which can't be measured but our love grows every breath we take. Where no time waits for no one, we collided in a circle of emotions and emptiness be filled with love and joy.
Not always I've met people who understood that I never had anything that I can call my own, but when it pours you were next to me. Your love is the only thing I can hold on to, no matter what! you'll always be in my heart!
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When your soul leaves your body, I wasn't aware, but I heard your footsteps deep in my heart. All I wanted was to trade my life for you, but the decision wasn't mine to take. Why we undulating acquiring belongings and grooming ourselves if it won't be needed to the other side.
What's death to life? when roses appear to be beautiful at first hand but eventually die. I was that kid who would only cross the road when held by hand. As I once bear the burden of crossroads, surely my grief won't take my life.
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Both had lovers of their own
And she knew, she was his mistress
For he felt it too
Who would have known
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We used to have a tale of dreams, then those who first licked the reward of their sweat, made us to feel less than what we were, not because we didn't mount to anything but because they have fear that we'll be greater than them.
My future was judged before I unveiled my desires, terribly by someone who inherited nothing from birth, thoughts visit me 'why should one compete with me, don't I deserve better' but I guess greed works in mysterious ways.
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I speak of black child, attached to downside history, with nothing to live for but my work is tremendous, as my whimper is taken for granted
How likely do you heed a person who has no commercial value? , I went all out and still I'm unknown, as if my words perish within my inner self
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In the morning my heart bleeds tears of love, I'm actually afraid of waking up and carry on with life without you. My happiness is beyond self satisfaction but mutual love
Where one doesn't offer resources nor material, but with affection and ambition we drove to future before noon.
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There were no friends, the moment I needed them, the road was too long and darkness occupied my eyes, and the rain poured all over my body, as I walked alone through the forest and hills.
Some friends didn't stay around, while same pretended as they were helping me, while they were putting me beneath the burning woods, just to see my life turns into ashes.
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Oh, and when I die
Do not sob for me
I've walked among the living
And when I die
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In an unpleasant transportation we met, the gentleman in me didn't realize the holiness in her, for a moment I felt like a tourist in my own life, until I knew it was all the gravity of love pulling me to her, while we were both unknown to one another
The second time seeing her, it was my first time exchanging words with her in person, and I said to myself 'an earthly angel is in my path ', for a moment it was as if I'm tormenting myself while my heart is blind-drunk inlove.
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I was born in a war zone, some call it survival of the fittest, but we're just led by corrupted politicians, seeking help from greedy prophets while our people turn into ignorant Christians, ladies mistaken feminism with self-justification.
While violent crimes against our sisters is an uninterrupted series, as our brothers have no purpose to live, in our forefathers' lands, the other race walk's free and own every little thing they can lay hands on, and I'm expected to turn my eyes blind, in such hell.
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Non premeditated series of error, there's no justification to the wrongness I've caused, as my transcend's are purely selfish, before I regret, already someone's swimming in a pool of tears resulting from my actions!
My eyes are full of remorse and the war of my wrongs ain't over yet, even though I usually rejoice for success, but does success stay the same even after violating someone's movements or rights? with no justification?
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You got my feelings running out wild for you, as it said I am always complaining about how I love you, I'd walk from here up to the ends of earth and never find such love I have for you.
I'd really like to know your intentions of me, but again, I don't have much to offer than mature affection, as my heart is an orchard of the love I got for you in this bizarre world.
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Love is just a transaction, we present what we can offer to another, I tried looking for it in my heart but my mind been popping out clues, alarming my feelings that love is optional to oneself.
Step by Step, as long as the road doesn't lead you to the same destination always, I wanna find myself in another country as well but how could a bird fly high with one wing, my surroundings were not always friendly but I turned out to be something.
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My heart leaks out love I have for you, while my veins ain't loud enough to spit my affection towards you, my body can't deny what you are, as my organs are in duet admiring the person you are, while my love for you evolve with time.
You're my lovebug in a crowded world of cruel kind, while I stumble across mistakes and wrongs, all you saw was an innocent man, I wanna give your heart the satisfaction of companion and tenderness, you deserve the notoriety.
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Born on September 9,1994, at the Clinix Lesedi Private Hospital in Soweto, Johannesburg, Okello Baloyi is a dedicated professional and a gifted self-taught creative. His journey from the vibrant streets of Gauteng and few years in Limpopo to the academic halls of South Africa's top institutions reflects a commitment to lifelong learning and personal growth. Educational Foundation Okello's academic path began at Hitekani Primary School and Boxahuku Primary School, followed by his secondary education at N'wanati High School. These early years laid the groundwork for a robust academic career characterized by a focus on legal and business disciplines. Higher Education & Professional Development Okello has built an impressive academic portfolio through some of South Africa's most prestigious universities: Tshwane University of Technology (TUT) : Earned a National Diploma in Legal Assistance and an Advanced Diploma in Business Administration. University of Johannesburg (JBS) : Completed a Postgraduate Diploma in Business Administration, further refining his expertise in corporate strategy and management. The Self-Taught Poet Beyond his formal qualifications in law and business, Okello possesses a deep-seated passion for the arts. As a self-taught poet, he has never attended formal classes or workshops. Instead, he has honed his craft through intuition and observation, using poetry as a medium to express complex emotions and perspectives. His ability to master the written word independently showcases a unique creative discipline that complements his analytical background.)
The Broken Seed
Rooting for success while the rain keeps damaging what's left of the roof that I call my sanctuary, sometimes a heart can be cruel because life has only taught one to survive and not to be loved, the only happy memories I have in my mind are of me as a minor, smiling for sweets.
The only time hands were clapped in my home, our eyes were glued to a tv screen during wrestling episode, I haven't done much to regret but my life feels like a tunnel of regrets, you'd be surprised how could one drawn in debts while having better financial education, everything will be okay has replaced our daily prayer.
I won't die begging as my thoughts are similar to the ones of criminals, just that I lack action, it feels like I've reached my destination, but the driver is not satisfied with my location and the only thing left is to round around corners hoping a familiar face will cross my eyes
Not everyday you wake up to a smile that is genuine, reality has scars.
The end is a myth, just like the black book.
Just like Popcorns in the same oil, pan and heat but they pop at different time.