Wild Poem Poem by Lungelo S. Mbuyazi

I might be not Goodenough,
But, who wanna be the beast?
I don't wanna be the beast,
That diseases cannot deceased;
With no heart I can't be deceasead;
Penetrating through the mist,
Kissing the sun's rays red,
Licking all the clouds dead,
Swallowing the lights dead,
Leaving the oceans dry-dead,
Leaving the blues sky dead,
Be the king with no servants,
Serving all the corners of the Earth,
Breakin' the thrones with bare hands,
Touchin' the sun with bare hands;
Squeezing oxygen with bare hands

No carbon dating can exist,
No heart, no love, no hates,
Everything cease to exist.
Who can be that beast?
No one can be that beast.
I cannot be that beast.

I wanna be the beast,
That loves his wife
Until I'm death;
Kissing her mouth dry,
Until I take her breath away;
Stamping my love for her
Until nights flies away;
Unleashing the love I have,
Until no one seems to exist,
Every stress cease to exist.
I can be that beast.