Okello Baloyi Poems

I felt the moment of being broke.
What's life without having to choose.
How could we dwell in possibilities while opportunities are reserved by the wealthy kind.
Anxiety feels like cancer to someone who's deprived monetary.
...

Without realizing daily occurrence of wasting vitality or exertion over unnecessary stuff, and there I was, not knowing how harmful I am to oneself, focusing on what doesn't matter leaving what could rescue my future or even worse the world.

I predicate future of uncertainty, a culture of digital, roboticists waiting for technology to think for humanity, where medicine of almost all dislikes are legalised, without searching for causes already digital has been regarded as life.
...

I'm just another broken pen, spitting ink with meaning, my scripts are of wisdom, but with no use since they ain't reaching readers, with nothing to lose, I fantasize in literature, I just feel as I belong everywhere.

An inhalation of creativity, as I exhale poetry, I'm undefined but winning for my people, how about we bypass the process if my work could be published, my past has no meaning or relation, while the future is still inward me.
...

Strange thoughts inhabit my mind, I blush
Melody in me, as my mind dance fluently
Whatever made cypress to be straight and strong came to me
While the rose open itself, my chest embraced
...

As it was a moment of silence, the music kept playing
The mourners were lost in transaction
I walked in silence as my steps left tears behind
As the warmth of the soil awaits me
...

Fear creeps into me, I'd swim forever but I'm afraid the pool is of blood, imagine one drowning from oxygenated fluids, I rather be a truth searcher than a believer, reality is of appealing than ignorant.

Birth is a remarkable gift parents could have, but precious to the one being given a chance to live, but how could one live while being monitored for their life's decisions.
...

Justice should be poetic
While revenge sounds like a melody
Even rocks clashes to each other
I wanna mind my own
...

Almost everyone pretends to the next person
The level of ignorance is within source of happiness
While the stupidity arises when you're in need
And you're all alone, in crisis
...

Death has anyhow been my next step, been knocking them wrong doors left and right, life has never been good to all of us, my struggles were hidden by big smiles I gave to anyone. Damn, I probably lived my life on fast lane, tryna escape the bullets which were meant for me.

In case you don't believe that I'm gone, this is the only pathway of life, be happy I graduated life than being considerate to everything I touched, so many questions? Well, I'd love to answer them but remember the dead can't speak.
...

Timing was uncertain
Stability was trembled
Same as trust
I fumbled upon essence
...