Reality spills

I was hoping to see you last night when I closed my eyes and folded  into a fetusal  position,hoping you would see how miserable my heart was from all these wars hidden within these walls,how my eyes were filled with tears of a dead man who has cried out his soul and his happiness,and how my smile is so clearly drawn on,am such a clown,I guess it makes me feel better,just like cutting arteries in parallel lines and starring at blood spills,your pain is in the heart your arteries carry spiritual malady,reality spills your agony sings.

death is quite and life is loud,am trying to be a peaceful soul,without causing a riot that awakens historical pain,like how we are now taught who we are by western professors,we such lost souls,how does someone who wanted you dead and treated you like dirt automatically wants to coexist with you,how do you forget so fast about your uncle who was molested by gas and electrical chairs,remember your aunt they left her to rot in that jail cell,your grandfather was beaten up to a numb state and still our mines,land and wealth are a debate,don't you forget your older brother who was diced with pangas by anc comrades that mandela orchestrated while in jail.

"words are a secret weapon to discovery"-abucus

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Dreams of a dead man,light up the skies,child wish upon those stars,they were created by the great gods,the zeus did not bless the creation,now slave fights master,I don't trust the pastor.

Things you do when you discover a snake in your kitchen

-prepare your camera

-call the security

-take pictures

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as i decay.......

kids

Their things you can't do when with kids

1 do not over dance them

2 never get into a candy store to buy airtime

3 do not give them coke 

i hate loving you

         picture by :abucus canvas
                               

                                    Chronology

I fell in love with you and started hating you,stars entertained my pain and the moon kept me sane,I was searching for happiness in haunted walls and hurt hearts,I followed your steps on the dirt,the wind was messing with my now turned navigation machine eyes,

I had painted a beautiful picture of you,but disappeared as if I was drawing unto a puddle,each stroke of my paint brush turned into a lie,I guess this is why we do not remember most our dreams,I swear I would feel your touch,I even tried sleeping with my eyes open,little did I know that sleep is the unconscious movement.

We finally met,maybe I was not ready,darkness had taken over,cold hearts clustered the streets,lights twinkled like man made stars,your eyes were just mere holes,your skin did not glow no more,your voice was filled with so much sorrow and sadness,

the pure being

young and pure........this world is no place for such a soul

my art my pain.......

                           A THOUSAND WORDS

They spoke with such rage and anger,I had allowed monsters into my head,gave them homes in the caves of my skull,I read books and researched to feed them,demons and angels in one soul,a thousand voices in my head,they too want to be heard.

I capture the world with my eyes,every second the is a point of view,voices shut up,no you shut up,shut up,you all should shut up,speak up,shut up.

Headaches have became a norm,the echoes have turned into a classical melody,such a beautiful malady,my thousand voices,we will one day be heard by nations,confront presidents these dead walking animals,rest now my darlings.

my life begin

i was once told life begins at 40, i dont really care if this was a metaphor.......it just does not make sense

sunset

my conversation with sunset............