The Mystery, Motivation and Mastery of Life
Poem about life, love, grief, politics
When you're lost in the mix of life And you're thinking of how to fix your life To break the jinx on your life To make your way out of the matrix While trying to find your rectrix And planning your emergence like the phoenix, Get yourself adequately prepared for the remix [Click on the … Continue reading POEM: LIFE 011
When they read their manifesto It always sounds like presto Suddenly they lose the tempo We get the expo Everyday we hear the same thing But we never see a damn thing [Click on the title to view poem]
They want to be the pillars While hiding in their cellars Amassing wealth in dollars Under the guise of white collars Acquiring mansions in diaspora With views of the panorama [Click on the title to view poem]
Do you remember How you neglected Those who never blended? Do you remember When you descended On the undefended? Do you remember Who you defrauded And went undetected? [Click on the title to view poem]
The mastery of its history Is the mystery of its story The reply to every query is a story The rules are obligatory You conceive that which you perceive And receive that which you believe [Click on the title to view poem]
They are up there in the loft Looking down at the pawns in the croft Watching as their fate drifts aloft They say this game is not for the soft Who mostly end up in the undercroft [Click on the title to view poem]
Every nanosecond Every microsecond Every millisecond Every second Someone is called to the great beyond Leaving others in despond and desolation [Click on the title to view poem]
If you think you've won, Why aren't you swoon? If you want it to happen soon, Why do you still moon? If you were born with a silver spoon, Why become a goon? [Click on the title to view poem]
I saw a bimbo Posing by the rainbow Arms akimbo Dark elbows A bizarre outfit combo With a head bow Looking all mumbo jumbo [Click on the title to view poem]
Let us examine Those things we undermine The prerequisites for staying alive They are all intertwined And without having them all We cannot truly live [Click on the title to view poem]
