My Confession

[BOB]

I lust for the depression

the aggression success holds

the obsession to truly make

an impression as a possession unfolds

the moulds of a true artist

I let my mind go wandering

sometimes opens my eyes to success

or I go blind from blundering

thundering pains in my head

from words I failed to spit out

I don't do it for the image

but to get that image distorted

unsupported and unstable

living in my house of mood swings

a glass of juice my pad and pen

and i paint whatever my mood brings

I've screwed rings of companions up

friends and lovers lost forever

I'm hoping that like my words,I rip them

then they come back together

my head is the weather

but rains what it often releases

art was my confidence boost

delivered messages in my pieces

it increases my amount of depression

I have an obsession for pain

my mind is on a rocky plain

but far from on a simple plan

sweat assists this pen to the paper

makes my inspiration flow like the Juba river

without it my mind is blank like this paper

allows the foundation to grow

and although this hobby eats away at me

and cuts my sleep and health

i need to be a poet because

poetry is an art in itself

herself and I are attached

simply matched with a passion

of displaying our naked images

in our own label and brand of fashion

we both know satisfaction is a bonus

my body now floats as a vessel

rushing through life nonexistent

from these pieces of papers.

 

Now,Can Anybody Out There Make Me A Poet Please?

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

[BOB]

Dawoco,that was simply Lekker and even more. No wonder there are more poetesses than poets.

 

I flirt with poetry to pour flow from me

fortunately my charm arms me luckily

true I'm stuck standing like glued shoes

a dirty dog lost without like blues clues

never cut class like scissors,not that kind

I go to my own school to empower my mind

when I say this people think I front

I place history books in my forefront

to make sure my eyes stayed covered up

illiteracy plus my fears of failure i battled

my people understand my baby brain is rattled

we get herded like cattle that move on a bell

explain why when my stock goes up I sell

this world is cold and its making me feel old

call the cops because my innocence was stole

giving descriptions never made me feel comfortable

dimly lit rooms with no beds and a table

I can't deny I feel my balls pressed to my thigh

I am aiming for the sky and I am not even high

and again the bell tolls and we begin to roll

not out but over for the reward of academic goals

easy,hold up,stop,think and correct this

stand and speak over the liars, address it

kids get limited responsibility including..let me see

nice speech? naah mate, pardon me

clothing? sorry another fallacy of our being

well certainly there's something that's free

an education is what it must be,now I see.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

[BOB]

I lost track of time and I lost a dime

hopefully my mind will give no curfew

for me to stitch verses into my scars

traffic lights signal my mood for the day

i wait in patience when I am renown impatient

let me tell you about the Red light

poetry ignores the air I breathe

and stomps upon the ground I praise

opinions of my lonesome mentality are extinct

intoxicated with the lies from the heart

fickle minds living life from a dictionary

never giving something a meaning

but always following what something says

to me reality is nothing but opinion

while poetry is my chosen companion

I take a pause in my day to release the stress

through these battered words I dream success

staple my hands together to never write again

paint my fingers red so each poem is never perfect

always something to work for and never something to try for.

 

...And I Still Dream of Becoming A Poet....

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

[BOB]

The life I imagine is so hard to believe

the skies,the sun and the air all pass me by

the money & the words that bring fame is what I seek

my heart I speak but wisdom is hidden

unseen in my image inside you must find

my true soul I want to show remains blind

my feelings are discrete so I write them down

for you to feel the sort of feeling unknown

the thick clouds hover over my head up high

but with the sunshine covered the cloud cries

drips on my head is the poetry of the skies

the darker the cloud the sky hides the disguise

the sadness displayed slides down my face

the drips of rain remain as the clouds feel pain

it shines when happy as it warms the earth's core

the floor in rooms,sun shines through windows

when the clouds clear I start chasing poetry's shadows.

 

Peace,Love & Unity.

[BOB]

no words, my mind on block

no creativity and no key to unlock

my trusted inspiration disappear

restoration,oh my thoughts unclear

self expression so hard I try

confrontation of the mind I shy

which way to poetry kingdom unknown

the right path not shown

pressure causes a painful headache

my brain screams.."choose a road to take

artistic values I got deep inside

constantly in a battle to release I try

pessimist or should I say skeptic

mind process is surely hectic

light is near because of that i'm sure

the darkness I can't and wont endure

creative is what I am soon to become

wall on vision yeah that's soon undone

I finally able to see now, detailed art

poetry flowing from my happy heart

my conscience tells me everything is resolved

the lack of creativity problems solved

soul is free and no more mind block

for I finally found the keys to unlock.

 

 

Peace,Love & Unity.