Man up to a blessing

 

Besides all locks and shackles

Halls, boarders and constituencies

Rise to your duties

Rise

Rise like you rose on the night

This time rise on your feet

With your fist in an eternal battle

Fatherly battle against all odds

 

Lay off the excuse

You were not invited the holy second

Seek know invite to your holy duties

Remember the night you saw your seed

Bless it with responsibility that a man should be

No excuse is good enough

Rise for the offspring’s of your divine hunger

 

Shake your body like you did before

Be a blessing you are designed to be

Never mind your pocket

Take time to be a blessing you are.

Times are changing

 You could have been panther

Tiger or cheetah some time in life

Look down carefully

Roar with care

Listen to the sound of your voice, tiger

Careful with the spear

Hands don’t shake by themselves

Beware what the night-lights tell you

The shadow in the eyes

Talks to your instinct

Listen panther before you jump the street

Careful it might be a very huge bridge

 

Sing, yesterday a panther I was

Careful the brawl you stand for

Wisdom is the friend of time

Time is changing, the fresh of yester year

Is the forgotten memory today

 

Careful tiger

African scales are changing

The mud of yesterday is the rock of today

Rivers have turned to footpath

Panther sniff with care the rise of a new day

Slow down mountains are rescaling

The morning is here a new day is born.

 

Down across edges in all side

I have been down  across edges in all sides,
Smiled when I shouldn't  and laughed to keep at ease.
Lost my senses in search of my soul's comfort.
Like a Sun sliding a distance round in circle I kept going.
Going till the going fealt still, static and stagnating
The enjine in me whines like a hungry child
The melody in me feels no rhythm of lies anymore
All temporary matters begin to shed their skins like snakes in winter
It's all empty now...
The time can't  lie anymore
Byebye my yesterday.

Exceptional

Exceptional beauty

Oh, that beauty, a beauty with a vibe of the morning sound. Like the rise of the sun over African hills, a beauty that say I am beauty and I know it.

A smile miles of joy, like the Nile river, says I am home and here to stay. Beautiful.

True beauty, says make me home, So beautiful it feels like love. It shines the room with its smooth sense. Leading to dance, leading to life,

Beauty is beautiful, it can only be. A reminder of the artist behind every breath of life, master piece by the hands of life. Oh beauty u make me beautiful, u make me happy.

Wake up and rise

Feel the engine bouncing in your chest
Feel the flow of blood running in your body
You are probably human if you can read

Listen to your soul
The song wants to rise
The soul likes to sing
Let the feet feel the surface of the earth
The rose in you wants to rise
And shine for a new day

Break the prison
A smile belongs to the atmosphere
It is meant for the sight of those in your life
Rise from the grave
Wake up, the life is in your attitude
The pave is your emotions
And everything is everything
If you let it be

Fire on my soul

Fire on my soul

Some eyes are made for love
Some can make you love
Others will ice your heart
Or leave fire on your soul
Like the fire on my soul
Burning deep in to my fears
Blood rising
Heart thrilling
Beats still leaving in a moment
Setting down the beast daring to scare me
I feel the fire on my soul
About to rise into air
In war against insanity
In a mission to burn the burden
And raise room for my smile to grow.

BITTER HISTORY

Eyes thrown up above
Looking at sweetly dressed land
The mountains that sings of joy
The horizon in a golden dress
All turned the years at once
The past knock on my memory
My eyes felt tears
I lost my happiness at a glance
Poverty in my hands turned
Extremely a shameful sorrow
My consciousness lost,
no more standing
Sailing over the beach of sorrow
The past bitter and beating my presence
Chasing away my happy day
Singing high and loudly for the truth
The truth of my yesterday
Old news more bitter less sweet
History, cold as the doors of hell
Harmful as terror
I fear the bad past
more as the past drive away my today.