By My Hand Poem by Thabani Khumalo

By my hand I want to win.
Once I lost everything:
I lost a girl who had a rate;
I lost a Mistress - a Queen;
I lost a Lady, and ladies are hard to come by

But in life I want everything and an unthinkable most. A queen was not enough, even though I had everything in a queen. It was time to go, not a time to marry. To go and find the thing that I mostly love. I know I scab for it to give me the slickering shine. At the very most in life, I love invigorated fame.

I want to be famous in the category of Jesus the saint; to have many people under my care and exercise my power over their minds, cleanse their brains to open for the new and the brighter light; to spread elucidation onto their darkest night; to spring a clear thought into a brighter sight, and bring the power of God straight to the peasant man.

I want to be known as the one who knows everything, and one who teaches it to the listening mass, which is why I want the biggest platform the universe has. Human race is in danger of extinction and if there is any good in the evolution into eternal life, then one good man has to stand and teach only the truth.

The answer is in the minds of the people reading from their universe: man becoming a colleague of his supposed maker; man rising into being his own creator, for the very least to become like the holy almighty god. I want to preach the gospel of righteousness that, Self love and wanting the best for yourself is the beginning of righteousness.

I want to make a promise to build a house with many mansions in it for my like companion, to allow cenergy of the truth into the life of the world and leave the greedy to profess a library of stupidly crafted lies. I want powerful fame because by my hand, I want to heal.