poets corner 14 ( relapses or corpses)

[the brand®]

its been a whole year since our last poets corner
uhh..wel...err...i really dont know if this is number 14 or 13 or manybe 12 but ill call it our 14th
any way let me start this

IT HURTS

IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT YOUR HERE
BUT I CAN NOT JUST PICK UP THE PHONE
JUST TO TELL YOU THAT I LOVE YOU
IT HURTS......WORSE
WITH A BIT OF FEAR
COZ I GOT SOMEBODY WAITING FOR ME AT HOME
BUT ALL I DO IS THINK ABOUT YOU
IT HURTS WORSE THAN THE FIRST
AND I HAVE TO BE SINCERE
SINCE THERES
NO REASON TO PRETEND
I STILL MISS YOU
I WISH WE COULD TAKE BACK ALL THOSE WORDS
THAT OPENED UP WOUNDS AND LED MW TO CURSE
NOW I FEEL LIKE IAM CURSED
AND WHAT ABOUT HER?

IT STILL HURTS
CHEST PAINS JUS DRIVING ME BESERK
I WANT YOU BACK BUT
I CANT LEAVE HER FOR YOU
AS MUCH AS I WANT THAT
ITLL BE LIKE IM TAKIN A STEP BACK
AND SHE IS A REAL NICE GIRL
NEVER BEEN HURT
AND I REFUSE TO DO THAT TO HER
SO IT HURTS
KNOWING THAT U LOVE ME
BUT YOUR CHOSIN HIM
COZ I HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR KNIGHT IN SHINNING AMOURBUT IMMA
DIFFERENT PERSON
BUT U DONT SEE THE CHANGE
COZ IM BROKE AND CURSING
ITS DAMN STRANGE
SHE KNOWS THIS BUT STILL LOVES ME
AND I LIKE HER BUT LOVE YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOUR LOVE IS MATERIAL
HERS.............SPIRITUAL
MAYBE ONE DAY IT WONT HURT ANYMORE
BUT I KNOW IM LYING TO MYSELF
AND THAT JUST HURTS MORE AND MORE

[Nar8iv]

how does this thread work - do i just post a poem and kla?
or does it have to be in a certain vein?

[the brand®]

post in your poem or some other persons poem
but dont forget to give credit if it aint yours

[Nar8iv]

thanks.

he rained blessings upon us.
brought us back from the precipice.
he sent us a king.you know who he is.
in a space & time where men follow scientists
make gods out of test tubes and theories.
why do logical men question dragons , faires & elves
but never solutions sold by men in white lab coats
in the stores , on the shelves.

we dwell in a space & time where the omen is ominous.
americans want to reserve the right to drop the bomb on us.
its blasphemous
how they declare themselves saviour of a world brave & bold
where even life is cheaper than things bought & sold.
i make men in lab coats cold.
make them drop their cards & fold
how can you be the messiah ...
when we still struggle with the common cold.
the rhinovirus still rules us like cyrus
while they try to scribble up solutions in formulae on blackboards & papyrus.

they put the cart before the horse
because they never acknowledge the source,
judgement is coming of course.
try & ask me questiions like "what came first the chicken or the egg?"
tell charles darwin inc. to pull the other frikkin leg.
through study of scripture i had my perceptive powers trained.
& i learnt that from bondage i'm unchained.

you teach people gibberish , figments of imagination.
fanciful stories.
change your dayjob to shakespeares occupation.
cause those be some immaculate lies.
and they're great works of fiction

[Nar8iv]

in afrikaans:

Birthday Koek -

binne in 'n kraamsaal
het die jirre jou kind ko haal.
rent betaal
van suip en kril nie eers wit 'ie - asvaal.
girl , waar jou vrinne?
jy laat hulle gou binne...

hulle skiet jou 'n pil , jy remind hulle van langhaar meerminne.
geskuilde sinne.
agter it skuil donker dinge.
wat smaak vir verbrande offeringe
innie vorm van sekskringe.

jou spoel jou verniet af vannie saad
want jys 'n jezebel van vormaat.
raak jy kwaad virrie waarheid.
daa's fokkol pil virrie naarheid.
fokkol skool virrie dwaasheid.
die jirrie wag lat jy pleit.
maarie duiwel lag hom binne sy kuit.
jy's spoedig op pad in 'n kajuit.
van verdriet en van ergfokke nat geskuit.

dis sout virre slak.
it brand as jy luister na sulke kak.
ne?
jy was liefde ge-offer.
ma jy stootit ver van jou.
nou sit jy die rooi lig aan vir enige ou.

[the brand®]

whoa

[Nar8iv]

non fiction

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i turned 27yrs old this week,and i thought about a man's role , definition of a man.

Narration:
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bless the little children
once again , yes they need all the hope they can
progeny of father who are weak men
enslaved to snake water & extra-marital hips
engorged with the honey from leaders lips.

yokes of their fathers.
& fathers fathers,inflicting welts, lacerations on mothers
with tongues & even sticks.
no direction, no counsel given
no timely admonision.
now they think it makes them a man just because of circumcision

another story for another time.
but the point remains...
stubborness remains our chains
and locks
maturity resides not in what's on your head
but what's in it...
you need endurance in this race to win it.
lessons werent pa**ed on.
it seems the knowledge is long gone.

lack of tact
in agroup of peers you dont know how to act.
matter of fact...
you're poorly socialized & deserve to be smacked.
teaching yourself about the ways of the world from tv & a comic book.
werent taught restraint so when you speak they look
giggle behind your back.
popular cultur vulture learning
from everything you find on a rack.

you're a man now.
discard your boyish things
how can i , you never showed me
unpretty , salvadged ditty in the midst of bellville shitty city.
we went to beggars & bastars from chiefs & kings.

[Naturelle]

happy belated birthday Scott!
What have we here- the latent poet in the witness emerges!

[Nar8iv]

thx.
(blush)

[RearrangedReality]

whoa! you didnt tell me you write men. you should come to Verses on the last thursday of every month at Zula.

happy belated birthday Witness!

[Nar8iv]

thx man, hope you're having good holidays.
i will check out the verses sessions.
mmmm.i've given speeches but delivering rhymes on stage is a totally different ballgame.

[Nar8iv]

only wordplay.just innocent wordplay.
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CELEBRATION OF THE FESTIVAL OF BACCHUS,
WHEN THE CREDIT CARD FLASHES,
PRIOR EVEN TO THE PURCHASE BEING MADE  ITS ALREADY ASHES
AND SO ARE YOU.
REGARDLESS OF THE COURSE OF ACTION YOU PURSUE.
FITTING THE FITTED SHOE.
TO BOOT.
SPINNING FROM THE FRENZY, LOOT
ACCUMALATION
DOWN TO THE PIT,IT CAN NEVER BE TAKEN
AWAKEN
FALSE CAMPAIGNS SHAKEN
TO THE THE CORE WHEN NASDAQ & JSE CRUMBLE
BEND THE KNEE & HUMBLE
DRIER THAN TUMBLE
WEED OUT CONSPIRATORS & LAUNDER
FEDUCIARY MECHANISMS & SWALLOW SUSHI
TAKE A GANDER AT TALES EVEN WOVEN LOOSELY
A WILD GOOSE CHASE CHASING CASH BOUGHT PUSSY
WANNA SHOW MONEY LIKE TOM CRUISE BE
BUT SHOW CASH AINT THE SHOWBREAD
AND SHOW & PROVE IS SO DEAD
CAUSE IMPROVING THE SHOW IS BEST FED
WITH SHOWS OF SKILL AND LOOK AHEAD
ITS FORESIGHT WHICH SHOWS BRIGHT LIGHT
ON FUTURE PLAYS
WHEN NEW DAYS SHINE THROUGH THE DARK DAYS
FORTUNATE SIGHT IS BACK & FORTH BOTH WAYS
THE VISION JAHWEH DISPLAYS
THE PATH I CHOOSE
WITH SO MUCH TROUBLE ON MY MIND , REFUSE TO LOSE.

[Nar8iv]

i'm just sharing my thoughts.
child - where are you at?
your poem - I'm sorry she hurt you - i have had my share of hurt in relationships.
f*** - the girls want someone to ride i ona white horse like some Mill's n Boon novel
but you bring them flowers poetry & picnics and they laugh.
they abuse you & your kindness.
i hope you find the one my brother.for real tho.

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Title: to be taken seriously
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I'm irie, I'm irie
strangely entertainign like bridget jones' diary (big booty gilrs deacon)
when i get a bad hairday it gets all wiry(crus-ou)
that's when i wear a hatbecause black people's hair all does that (inspired by brick)
we buy an apro, credit cards n layaway
cause our daddies had to work lowpaying jobs - aparthied powerplay(where tornado at?!)
i know colored's who're like super soakers
cause they wet you quick.
but they act like they got hustle but thye dont know dick(isnt it true Mr C?)
I got roaches in my kitchen.(DPlanet dont!)
killem with a flick.
the cops scoop em up & they cant stop bitchin.
i ride for childrens homes n parkjams(you know me by mow)
i ride for shopping days & filling up my food cupboards(what up maddstone!)
f*** an old mother hubbard!
confused , no money , frantic, form port to starboard.
ignored.(hulle vat os virre poes, where's subtopic?)
until the days foreign art exchange programs respect me(respect to eavesdrop & monalisa)
fucj the department of arts & culture
beaurocratic vultures(get your tradeworld reference cpt!)
picking off the carca** of kwaitoget a fright yo
heito potato!graf artist changed to dj , but still named Kato(she still in the game yo! american motherf***ers think there's a club named Soweto!
and ask their travel agents what the going rate yo!
bring big chunks of philosophy like socrates n plato(respect to vexer!)
and excercise tolerance cause some say tomato & some say tomatoe(when he isnt being arrogant there's actually something to be learnt -YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! LOL)

[crus-ou]

awe-ness wis awe-ness

[the brand®]

im actually having a hard time writtin poetry
always tired from work my phone low on battery
thinkin of her..then my psychy battles me
this civil wor got me
fallin off the wagon....bartender another bacardi

i'm just sharing my thoughts.
child - where are you at?
your poem - I'm sorry she hurt you - i have had my share of hurt in relationships.
f*** - the girls want someone to ride i ona white horse like some Mill's n Boon novel
but you bring them flowers poetry & picnics and they laugh.
they abuse you & your kindness.
i hope you find the one my brother.for real tho.

i deleted the B from my life

never no more