Nauseated, illed by this worldly words. Can’t get them back once you’ve spat them out. As the nose intake digestively and discharges air. Why can!t words be swallowed after emitted. To speak freely, does one really require permission. In addition to listening as a skill, everyone’s all ears as your words spill. The grins, show of disgust, enlightenment, disbelieve, understanding among all others shaped on the listeners faces. It’s as if you’ve made a suggestion for a trip to the sewers. A total imagination of all kind of feaces, around gathered are but a celebrative gathering: lets call it a mob of flies. To tame when used right they can work wonders, for the right words interms of conviction. “Its easier said than done” they say. An sales persons skill, why not ask a spokesman. Stage fright; talk of phobia when it comes to public speaking. Its alright in refrences to motivational talks, guidance and counselling?
Plunder away, as we fools cheer you on for a hand out in your guzzlers which we’ll never come even close to owning.
As you and you golf buddies request for a cold one at the country clubs after teeing off, families out here no resources are wondering why their tea is off.
Squander the countries resources to your fill and throw an empty promises oh Mr/s. politician, we’ll just accept the heavy taxation mandated to us so you can live life as we focus on survival as squatters in our very own homes.
Extend your hands for more hand outs and continuously borrow from other countries and sell our last shirt off our backs as collateral, for we do the same though we spill our neighbors blood for you for we believe you are the change we need.
Pass on bills ment to safe guard we the commoners, stay mute for 5 years and take naps at parliament for your sitting allowance is not affected; but when your salary increment debate is on you’ll always stand unshaken claiming hardships and how worthy you are.
Fuel the tribal wars throw in shade to catalyse the masses anger, for your style of leadership is founded through division, instigation and hate.
Arm your community for a pool of blood is about to flow, while you and your family jet out of the country on holiday for safety reasons watching it all while relaxed floating on a bubble in an infinity pool somewhere.
Bite off the hands that feed you, for we the people who put you there and are taxed to pay you are just lazy layabouts who you insist should create their own employment.
Suck up to foreigners as is do most men to a pretty lady, yet ignoring we who’ve been there with, for and by you; just to come back to us seeking more to impress your new found hobby.
Kill the messager, set ablaze the message, destroy all industries and while at it run them to the ground for a government bail out.. oh forgive me the tax funded bail out will always come in handy.
Spew shinanigangs at our peoples funerals and cause chaos as is the norm. for a last send of is for the rich, your fellow political class and their family member,
Break every law you so hold hostage to your people, if it so helps your businesses and lifestyle advance yet prosecute a man for feasting on His neighbors dog for claims of hunger.
My life is in danger, extra security you claim; Do you know how dangerously we are working & living on a daily just to secure you that position yet end up as bro’s who are broke and broken.
A battle of words against your colleagues just because of difference in opinion, yet calling for integrity from us while yours is just intent on greed.
Feel at home when visiting other nations as you take in all they have to offer asking “why can’t we did it?”, yet you forget the rising havoc and mayhem is as a result of you and your cronies way of bagging another sit a campaign promise for a fix.
In the wee hours of the night without warning/notice you’ve bulldozed people’s homestead, failed to develop the said projects by looting it’s funds as your zooming past traffic on the wrong side while a whaling ambulance is just but none of you concern, silly me your health/living is a better countries problem not ours [we are but your office and eventually cemetery].
A lot more to say but just know one day we’ll wake up sick and tired of being sick and tired, the arms you’ve handed us will be aimed right back at you and not to our neighbors but as for now stock up,
This is not a call to arm’s, but think it’s free before it’s no longer legal; stand back but do stand by for a mental revelation is here and the revolution is now.
WE LIVE AS THE DAMN, WE DIE FOLLOWING THE DAMN A TRUE LEADER MUST LEARN HOW TO FOLLOW
Where did we go wrong training animals to behave like us, while we disregard a moral decaying society? Whatever happened to loving humans and using thing instead of the opposite. When did we get busy enough to ignore the waling morns of a dying soul¿ Whats this we a creating AI structures to act as humans as we act robotic while we claim to be growing? Who is to blame of all those time spent away from fellow creatures as we exploit mother nature? Why is it a game setting humanity a blaze and calling it fun? Competing to kill each other is but a famed superiority game. Patriot who die, gunned down fighting fellow men. Discontent and jealousy, Paining with empathy. A distorted mind, controled by the tele via our vision to be programmed. A people in a mission, untrue to others and themselves.
She”s like an angel, embraced by the fully clouded wings. Cocooned by nature, blissed in stature. An undiscovered jungle, nurtured by mother nature. A rainbow in the horizon with glittering sparkles of the last rainfall. A true gem, what a miners tale. Shinning like the sunlight, such is her glow like the moonlight. A vision in the daylight, a pilgrims quest coming to a tented night rest. Like a mist-full morning she lingers, like smooth beach sand she sways with the waves at the shore. A melody to an artists ear, a symphony to the lovers and haters. For a taste to savour she is, a sense of fresh air it is. Nothing but a dessert to a coronary master chef. A painters motivation, a Rambrant piece of art. Master piece per say, in need of a kiss I say. A time portal to the past, a mission with change to embrace the future. A piece off puzzle to the gamer, a complex theory to those in-search of education. A carnivore to the young, oozing with beauty to the lustful. Go to sleep for now…………………..
A drag in time the drift in seasons A sprint towards success In this circuit of life Shift on the ready with the well timed clutch
Halted by the Red light In amber of thoughts As the raving engines growl Left behind is a glowing green light Wailing sirens fill the airy atmosphere ”Pull over” met by a “catch me if you can” response
Age being but the checkpoints A bump or two let them not derail us Speeding past it all Screeching tires with a smoky after burn Everything still intact despite the road rage All but mechanism of human as a race
I crave clarity, a yearn for sincerity Am looking for stability and all the success that accompany peace of mind Somethings seems to elude me Other matters seem to want to split me into two A flickering flame that won’t die down Molten spirit that’s stuck on each other keeping me going I seem to lack one thing or rather another, though positive for I am whole and not weary Ave grown to appreciate the spark that twinkles deep inside those smiling eye, underneath that worn out wrinkly face. Settling for less while working to the last ounce of strength, just to make someone proud and feel the sacrifice. Acidity levels choking my insides as I salivate at the thought of a meal I ones called a pass on. The fear of consequences, that seem to have me place myself on others shoes. Dehydrated body beat up as the air that’s freely given to us flows in like hot soup and out my nostrils dry Day dreaming of the day I’ll take a vacation from myself, at a sand beach with a beautiful view, while the waves sway like a Latin lady’s hips dancing to salsa. I seek answers to questions unknown to me Staring at the horizon and always alert at the slight startle, as if expecting something or someone who’ll change my days perspective. All isn’t lost for life still flows through me, despite the constant thought of that unwelcomed sprawling bullet making it’s way through my now hollowed skull.
So full and zealous with life ,but tired of it. Constance is that thought of a sprawling bullet entering mines skull. Like a cue stick striking the white ball all in the aim for the 8. Hate it when am always right , for it drives a wedge splitting me into two. On a corner at an edge am sited contemplating harder. My situation is nothing but abit sadder , but whose isn’t? Self empathy nor sympathy won’t work this time. For the lord Almighty whose called you and I has fully shaped our said destiny.
In conclusion though it never ends Needless to say, but forget to place a full stop for what’s said after indeed needed not be said This comes from a a place of love, why does it have to be accompanied by a hateful or rather bitter words Let me not lie to you, hold on ” so I’ve been receiving half truths all along?” Since you you started it you’ve forced my hand, just relax and let it end there I just want to quickly point out that…, well well well someone is social distancing themselves just Incase it backfires No offense but… A spew of offenses ensue I don’t know if I we’re you I’d.. well we differ and so does our approach Let me be upfront with you, clarity is a great way to make things easier I must say Wether on or off the record did somethings have to be said? I had a dream that you and I… Am sure most of it is purely thought out not dreamt Don’t take this the wrong way but.. which other way should one take it? Let’s not beat around the bush, it’s already beat and the outcome is but a few words away Slow your roll you have your whole life ahead of you, substituted to you have a few good yeaes Listen I don’t know how say this but… here goes nothing Personally I don’t know how you do what you.