Thursday 30 October 2014

Poetry play that turned into tears

nice body
lovely lips
look at those curves
what about what is inside?

people are being raped, killed
our daughters are being taken in front of us
and when we see the news we saw how could they?
what do we do?

society has failed our people
we sit with our plasma and get glued to the screen
what about those innocence children?
that who;s freedom has been
taken away from them?

how do we call ourself fathers when we sleep with our own daughters?
how can you say i am a mother but you are sleeping around with boys
your last born age?
how can i say i am a free generation when i sleep with somebody the same age as my grandmother?
how can we say we are a community when we can handle our own children?

are we lost as a generation?
is the hope for us a human race?
how do i feel as a grown man we are go clubbing when my son is?
 am i a father when i date children my daughter age?
do i smile when i call myself ben 10?

how will i feel when a man my age is dating my daughters?
will i find peace in this world if i encourage abortion?
will i love when i have devasted the nation with kids?
this justice system has failed our people


written by oscar stuta
inspired by Pacofs play called (poetry cries)

Monday 27 October 2014

please call "its over"

you had the audacity to drop this bomb
with no words exchanged
you fell i was the one who deserved to be blamed
you had to run away from a show down

after  i gave you keys to my kingdom
you enjoyed it to the fullest
then you spit it out like a chewed gum
after the tasty flavor satisfied you

like a  small child you hide behind ancient mistakes that took placer
you could act like a mature person i thought you were
you craved for the riches of my world that i could gie you on a silver platter
so the media could offer solution/

what happen to communication?
where did the loved we had for each other go too?
where is the choice to expressing our feelings gone where?
instead please call its "over"

if my heart problem could kill me
those words set me free from bounded chains
although we hurt each other in a long time
imagine what you wanted from me i could have given you
your heart is still beating i could be yours
all though the world wanted to share me with you
i denied tgem that opportunity

Thursday 23 October 2014

Troubled conscience

cant smoke cant cry cant drink
every night is pain and empty room
missed you crying at night and comforting you
tears have dried out from my eyes

one stupid night turned to ambush
the blade that cut you pirced me inside
the night that you run away from me
has turned me into a pscho

eloping with some i thought it was you
has left a barren in my soul
i drunk my sorrow away but my mind is not at peace
i pretend to be fine but something is broken

they came and go but my mind is on that fatal night
the food taste like sand in my mouth
my thoughts are all in dispair
nothing can change the past
the future looks in vain

my eyes are filled with blood
my shadow fills like a stalker
who to call?
who to talk? to for i am troubled
by my conscience

Saturday 18 October 2014

Borrowed Time

life is like a changing weather
unpredictable as it is
apologize for keep waiting for decades
sorry for not caring for your needs

i was so lame and could expect you will go someday
it was like a lie when they broke the news
i wipe out the tears from my cheek
i pretended to be the one for you

it begun as a playing thing but did not know it could hurt like this
that not loving and carring for you could torment me
i was a fool to play you like that
now that you gone i feel the emptyness in my life

now that you are lying in the waiting room for the next life
i see the void that  is left in me
how i wish the clock can turn back again
how i wish our song "crusin" was meant for it

life is a borrowed opportunity dont waste it on dreams
used it for benefitting out of it
is an experience that wait for no one
love and cherish each other while there is still time

Saturday 11 October 2014

Desired

that life was like a tv game if you died you start again
that woman and man were not complicated
that we learn and take responsibilities
stop being childish and decide what we want

you cannot say we are friends but deep down you want me
you let a knife cut you down night and day
after years looking for my things i see a letter written
you can be miles away hopeful you will end up on my door step

i stare at your eyes seeing the flame of love still burns
i could see that you were in love with me always regarded you as a friend
we man are blind if you say we are friends thats all we are
but woman are confused why decide to be my friend in the long run
you are expecting a fantasy that happens in your imagination

lets stop hiding behind friendship and express our feelings
we can kill fear if were are true to ourself
lets desire something worth living rather than dying
lets kiss life we hope and joy
let us enjoy the harmony of love