Caught,
Sinking in lies, suffocating in life
All a trap by a thought meant to wreak
Meant to bring awe in those who felt blind
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We make decisions which are influenced by our conditions
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We let powerless diseases and sicknesses command our happiness
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A dream flying like a bee
Buzzing in the ears of my soul
Hope at last defined in darkness
Fading so fast my tears falling slow
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The beginning and soon to be the end
Money we love less of them we spend
All untold and clearly fold
Unused in the lives of men, all 'cause of gold
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We thought,
As we brought,
Hell in the mind of which love as a disaster
To and from the mind of nature we breathed
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See me through,
Through the valley of the unknown
The valley where the old used to talk
And flames would burst out vigorously
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We all seek the truth,
Face to face we gaze away
Depart my soul and leave me astray,
In God we trust
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Stupity,
Hidden in terms of humanity,
We still think we are the best of everything
We brag of power,
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A battle fought inside my head
Earthquakes causing my psyche to crack
Each thought i come across, like Jesus my mind is on the cross
Battle cries are no use, i shout no word comes out
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The souls that driven ones melody
The angels that caused the lives of many
High we think as we pray
But no word drive us astray
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We smiled and laughed in happiness
Talked as if we read each others thoughts
The way I had courage to gaze at your eyes
The way I didn't shiver when I neared by your side
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We are living free, not in the world but in the mind
We are living rich, not in wealth but in heart
We live in a senseless harmony, where people die
Where people breathe in hunger, they see, they hunker
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Just an infant to those I've thought of love
Just a boy in the war I promised to fight
An infant who sees the darkness that crawls under the night
A boy who the heavens in two depart to form a heart blind to man unseen by light
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Remember our words last night before bed?
I hope you do,
Your eyes were completely concealed by ecstasy,
I smiled, you giggled, I laughed, you cried
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Bow and eyes shalt be opened
See and in words your mouth shalt flow
Dare not to disobey as your faith is broken
Live what is given, leave what is never meant to glow
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I am to lay my body to sleep
Your word is my life and mine your voice
A day closed in bliss your glory done in joy
See my eyes concealed by faith
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A mouth as smooth as the stories of heaven
Words soo mending as the voice of the Lord
Eyes blue and pink covered by a heart full of dreams of many mam
Body well made by gods or men the movement comforts them
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See me in the wilderness,
Leave me blind in happiness,
Dream no more of my love
My heart forgot yours and mine to him above,
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Poeticrae born Raynolds Moseamedi, South Africa, Limpopo, Tzaneen a graduate of Tshwane University of Technology, I found poetry at a very young age or perhaps it found me to make matters simpler surrounded by grief and feelings of change, loneliness and self discovery it filled a gap I never knew existed and from there a pen and a pad have been with me and all that is me ever since.)
Capulate
Caught,
Sinking in lies, suffocating in life
All a trap by a thought meant to wreak
Meant to bring awe in those who felt blind
Hope in those who felt lost to despair
A fighting chance to those who were about to desist
But I'm caught, caught trying not succeeding
Caught going but not arriving
Life is now my captor
And despair is now my home.
The heart bares more love than all the hate bared by the mind and still all is from the mind...
death is a fool who skipped school and now stealing from those who made it.
Life is not your friend but the best of it, feel what it brings not what is in it.
Pain is not to be endured, we just have to look at it in an adventurous way.
My idiosyncracity defines another me hiding from the open world, when time set revealed a Kho-kho bird shalt pop out.
'The greatest memories are those that are hard to forget and easy to remember.'
Instead of hating and rejecting our imperfections, we should embrace them for they are the diamonds of being.
If no heart can accept you, Do yourself a favor, And appreciate your heart for Appreciating you.
I've been deep enough of love to be allowed to give myself to the practice I've always readied my soul to be given away and here again with me it lies.
Do I deserve myself sometimes? I wonder
If the poets were to save this earth, it would have long perished.
We are yet again necessary and again, enough.
When does a poem stop being a poem. When it has been read and felt?
Sometimes you realise when you're old enough that only the roughest roads make the toughest of men.
You sit down and you take time finally to read your old self, what a complicated mess.
The only love I've ever felt Was when Eddy Maake spoke to me He was what he called himself. a poet. With a tongue wrapped up in poetry His hands were possessed as he gestured paving the heavens He would whisper an entire ocean And call upon the moon
Good work...keep it up.