Voice Of A Child

VOICE OF A CHILD

Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
look right through me,right through me.
Preacher Preacher yes am I a sinner
preaching to me, shouting through me.
Mother father are you sure you love me
birth you gave me, birth you gave me.
Sister brother friends am I so ugly
u dont play wid me, dont play wid me

And society, do you care about me

please dont hurt me, do not hurt me

4 Im just a child, your child.



 WHY ME.

Why me, why me, why me, why me, why me,
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, please.
I have to tell the truth the reason I recluse
If it were not 4 this thing placed on me
I wish I would be normal like the rest.
But I have this burden, this gifting,its weary
to have the spirit of prophecy and sorry its me
That I am o not ready for the lords will, oh no.
So I try to run away from the calling, I try
if I wasn't so stubborn to see im wasting time.

Not me lord, not me, I cant even so speak well
How shall I convert one 4 u with this stuttering
So I run away and hide my thoughts in Poetry
then decline to speak because im timid & shy.
I have knowledge and feel the winds voice
But I still cannot believe I am your choice.
This time this rhyme is closed I am no more
but a thought of the words I once poured.
Spirit of prophecy leave me alone I pray
Let me sing and dance my merry own way.


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I Am The Child

I AM THE CHILD

I am natures still not seen
I move invisible like the wind
A reason speaks in everything
every pain - its own medicine
every way walks its own road
many gifts shares its own  load
To be friendless is the way I am
As a child I remember this way.

I am the child, I am  the child
I am not old, I am not wild
I am a boy,   I am a  boy
I am gentle,  I am coy.
My hearts a child, a child
walks with me all the while
I am the eldest son, of sons
I wear a childs face in one.

Cause I am the child, the child
I am not old, I am not wild.

This my letter to the cold old world

that never wrote to me not once.

Judge me tenderly o world

cause I am the child, the child

I am not old, I am not wild

I am your child just like Emily.


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I Run From My Calling

I HAVE THE GIFT OF PROPHECY (I run from my calling)

I have the gift of prophecy. I know this in my heart of hearts.
The holy spirit has moved on me and that is my own testimony.
I am a witness to the power of God and have heard his own voice.
As a child I had dreams of revelatory nature. Something was
just different with me. I was just so fascinated with God.

But unfortunately lately I have been...

a very stubborn child.

I have not been dedicated to the word like I should. I have not

been spending the time to be at the level that I should be at.

I have grown weaker than I should be.

I am not 100 % open to Gods will. I want to serve God 100%

but there is something else I cling to. I dont know what it is.

I have a natural knowledge of the word that cannot be denied.

I have a natural ability to speak and an even more natural ability to write.

But I have been slacking towards God. And its a scary thing.

Cause I want to give him 100%. Part of me does.

I am sensitive in this way.My thoughts and intents are Godly

but there is another pull. Have mercy

I dont know what to do, I need time to think and wrestle.

Im run away from my calling cause im not ready.

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Death to Life

DEATH TO LIFE

Look at me an old man about to die
Ive lived a life and took my tests I sigh
Once upon a time two roads diverged
and sorry I could not travel both roads
But chose the one less travelled by.
Look! I have left the crowds & many
Ive long feared this to be my destiny
like a fugitive I disappear from society
to become separate and distinctly me.
See nobody understands the mystery
how Ive translated from death to life
By faith I am no longer in this place
I cannot be found like hidden treasures
I am not, for God has taken me away.
But you say away from what?Where?
Away from a senseless worldly life
Away from death and misery and pain
Away from this lustful evil world
To a world where I can live forever
everlasting life in the here and now
a world of peace and quiet and bliss
a beautiful garden up in the hills
for me to flee from a life of thrills.
For I shall never meet death out there
I shall not die a sinners death, no
I shall never experience it I say.
Cause Ive been long taken away away
And I shall stay away & never look back
So dont look for me you will not find me
Dont call my name truth is Ive never left you
For you cannot go where Ive gone friends
And cannot see what Ive seen friends
Unless you know HIM, read HIM,feel HIM
talk to HIM, experience HIM, love HIM.
I am not, forever and ever, selah.

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WHO AM I.

WHO AM I

Im the reincarnation of Emily Dickinson
cause I love to hide what I have inside
im solitude like natures forever scent
Im the true riddle who nobody can solve
Im a left hander like Barak Obama
Im the Bible and everything written in
Im the history book,the great controversy
Im the face of death as life in disguise
Im seeing the world but not in my eyes
Im Shakespeare without the English sonnets
im the inner man and selfish in thoughts
im the mirror you look right through me
Im live in my head and sleep in my thoughts
im unique like finding gold in the dirt
whoever finds me finds a fee out the world
Im Moses staring at the burning bush
Im the recluse Elijah always was, look
Im inspired as the wind that blows around
im stirred hearing sounds higher grounds
Im the exile brought here as a child
Im a traveler call me air Jamaica
Im a loner call me lo mountain tops
Im spiritual but cant you tell as yet
Im natural like I dabble with nature
Im Mutabaruka without the rasta dreads
Im Semugeshi the son of royal legacy
Im a dreamer and few dreams Ive had
Im Tupac without the thug image raps
Im Marshall Mather without the vulgar
Im the drug addict who never used drugs
Im the alcoholic who utter inner words
Im emotional and sensitive to life
Im Jeremiah and did hear the voices
Im Ezekiel cause I shaved my ugly beard
Im David when I write my poems to God
Im the African child a prodigal at home
Im Ethiopian blood and o yes I am
Im the Poet no one may ever know
Im the writer with plenty thoughts to show
Im a myth like famous stories you love
Im really a nobody who is a somebody
Who am I, I am all these thing and more
Could I have gift of prophecy-not sure.



TALKING TO MYSELF.

Im the male reincarnation of Emily Dickinson
I know I sound obsessed but what would
I do if God never gave me poetry?
I have uttered words without choice
I have written poems without choice
I have been stirred up unusually
This is either a dream or reality
Sometimes I dont want to pray!
...

So I just write my thoughts instead
just like the Prophets did.
And because its from the heart God reads it.
Im still praying, but in a more creative way.
And then am reading David and wonderin if hes
plagarizin me. Silly
Then am reading Ezekiel and saying to myself
I heard a voice like that too. hmm
I got to be a Poet, I just know et.

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On Being A Sinister (Left Handed)

On being a Sinister (left handed)

I expose all the foes who're my friends

Obama, your left handed ways does pays.
My gift is a curse wrapped neatly in a verse
My hand is a trap set keenly with a wrap
My neurobehavioural tendencies are planted
my right brain is a train of deep emotions
A reclusive by nature I fear the sinister
Feeling clumsy and awkward is why I stutter
im a schitzotype with great risk and gains
On being a sinister the way I am--my pains.

 

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Juicy-Notorious BIG Ft M. Mutabazi

Juicy- Notorious BIG Ft M.Mutabazi

Yes Biggy, a, It was just a dream
I use to come home at nineteen
late night studying is no ice-cream!
Ah, swallow test after test
just forget all the stress
I just wanted the best ah
I went college got the knowledge
passed all my courses no divorces.
ah, wow im feeling all important
my degrees, no more acting dormant
ah, now im signing  contracts, yup
employers asking me my contacts wassup
Ye, doing good like I know I should
same person one love its all good
Hey, so if you dont know now you know
Mistaaa

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MY LAST CONVERSATIONS WITH EDWIN

A TRUE STORY
(Not edited, a rough sketch)
 
I never knew Edwin personally.
I saw him first seven years ago, a year before the accident.
I didnt know what to expect before meeting him.

In 2005
We met at the border between Canada and Detroit.
 I knew instantly he was a social kind of guy.
The opposite of what I am--more laid back and introverted.

He struck me as a intelligent man. He was a curious personality
He questioned the whole time, he wanted to learn about us.
He asked about Jamaican politics and the currency
And what I do there.

It took four damn hours to drive from Indiana to Detroit.
 Uncle drove around Detroit City. We ate at a restaurant.
We watched a game. Time was short.
It was not a satisfying visit. It was a hi and bye
Cause we didnt have much time and it was late.

Anyway

We only talked few hours before I went back to Indiana.
But really and truly you cant know a person in two to three hours.
I had never seen my cousins before,
and was disappointed that the trip was so short.
And even though I spent two months in America it felt like two weeks.
On the way back to Jamaica

I was very emotional, but I held it in.

I remember when the news about the accident broke.
It was 2006 around fall.I remember crying after the telephone from Lois.
They said it was a car accident. I dont know. I was just sad.

____________________________________________________________

Here I will describe my last chats with Edwin.
 My last conversations with Edwin was thus.
We talked on Skype we exchanged emails, I liked his thinking.

 I had just joined facebook after many years of being a recluse.

This man had wisdom beyond his years.
He was very sociable person. He knew how to talk to people and make them
feel good.

He explained how he would
love to traveling to places like Dubai.
He likes computers and so he talked about computers too.
He would give advice on what careers pay well

Edwin was kind too. He gave me his movie account Netflix and the password
and told me I can use it anytime.
He wanted to send some technologies to me in Jamaica
like phones and small electronic gadgets.
I never asked him for anything but he insisted.
He was just too kind, Edwin.

We spoke about Rwanda and our family. We talked about what happened
in 1994. He asked about my life in Jamaica. He told me
he was very proud that his cousin went to University
He said that is wonderful and makes him so happy.
He was proud to be my cousin.
He said he would love to have come to Jamaica
because he loves Bob Marley and Jamaica culture
and misses us very much.

He kept saying "a time will come"
He said "God is in control and one day". He kept saying "one day"
"we will all celebrate in one place, I know". He said not to worry
as he smoked his cigarette.
He had confidence and calmness in his voice.
He asked how are my parents and siblings.

Edwin also spoke of his parents. He loved them.
This burdened him alot I could tell.
He said "they work so hard"
He appeared almost sad.
He said "my parents are hard working people"
"Do you know they went to Rwanda?".

I told him I heard so. He also gave me pictures.
He asked if I planned to visit Rwanda one day.
I told him I dont know. I doubt.
He asked why? I told him what would I do in Rwanda
He said, "I think you should go"
He asked "would you go there to live"?
I told him No. I dont think I would enjoy that life
He said "go and see Rwanda"

(This is as best as I can remember)

Edwin was such an interest
He spoke with sincerity and truth, you could tell.
There was something different with him
besides the wheelchair, he was humble
But one thing he said to me that shocked me.
When he mentioned our grandparents and the souls of those who were killed.
He spoke with words I never understood. Which led me to thinking
how does he know such things?
It was almost frightening when he spoke and to hear his voice.
His thoughts were on a different level but I could follow.
He seemed to be very much spiritual and God conscious.
There was such sureness and trust in his voice.

He asked me what I studied. I told him I studied English.
He said that is good. He asked what I do. I told him I teach English
and literature and communications.
He felt so proud.
 So we went a bit into song and music which we share likings.
He said he knew alot of people
who know people, who make music.
He talked about Nneka a Nigerian singer he admired.
He was surprised I knew the singer too.
He said if I was in Canada he would introduce me.

We spoke about world conditions and he told me
 that some human beings are not intelligent. I asked him
what he meant by that. He said, "they are destroying the world,"
"they wont learn"
"The ones who are destroying the world are not wise".

He was very confident of this. He kept saying "we will see them in heaven"
"we will see them in heaven". I asked him who will we see in heaven?.
He told me that everyone who dies who is pure
their souls are with God and they watch over those who remain on earth
He told me that we are all blind, we dont understand
there is another world that we dont see and its real.
He said "their  light shines and keeps the earth balanced".

(This is as best as I remember)

He then looked outside and asked me what time it is in Jamaica.
He told me he was taking some classes in I cant remember what
I think it was counseling or therapy.
Edwin's thoughts were very interesting. He had knowledge
in every subject area he touched and more.


He talked about the sealing of Gods people and the finishing touches
He said right now he is sealing his people.

He had great faith but I never liked his habits. As he talked to me he would
smoke and smile. Whenever he would smoke he told me first.
I asked him why do you smoke? I cant remember his response.

I dont know how he had this knowledge but I was  very interested.
He proceeded to give me advice as he had alot of knowledge.
He took his camera and showed me sections of his house
I did the same.


I asked him about Canada. And how is life there? He said the winters
are terrible, you dont want to experience in the winter.
He said Canada has some good schools I could try.
He said but getting a good job is hard.

He said even some most brilliant people dont have good jobs

They are biased. Thats how they are.

He said some people come here are  so genius

but they dont get the opportunity.

He had to pause to take his meal and thats the last I spoke to him

This is the last conversation I ever had with Edwin my cousin.
It was my hope to see him in the summer, but visa issues prevented.
This is as close to the truth as I can get.
Edwin has inspired this short reflection. I hope it has given some insight
and comfort. May he rest in peace.


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26-Sept- 12

Curse The Day Of My Birth!

CURSE THE DAY OF MY BIRTH!
(My Middle Finger to Life)

Lord knows, Lord knows, Lord
Lord  forgive me my left hand
And let me convert it to right
Or let me fulfill the destiny I fear
Words of my bitter lamentations
That I am one man with one life
To have no worry for tomorrow
No pain and no sorrow in life
Is it not the lords mercies o
Is it not that blessed Irony o
The lord has grieved my soul
has laid on me a weary verse
his own righteous servant, And
yet he keeps me alive, daily, 4
He tortures and makes me wait
for Santa Clause to visit I WAIT
Why is Santa not coming this year
been a perfect little fool for what
what reward has Santa for me
If I  see him I'll kill that old beard

I know not his steps and ways
I cried woeful tears in sight
Silence cracked the rivers dam
My patience broke its chords
The springs of life were dry
despair loomed the atmosphere
Then I reached my pen and poured
All thoughts I could not hoard
My pen spoke the words of old.
Sayin curse the day of my birth O
the day I left my mothers womb
Curse the Month of my delivery
the month I stepped into light
Show me the Doctor on his duty
Where is my pistol give it to me
should have killed me right there
Still bless the day of my death
the year I smoke my last joint
Words of my bitter lamentation
Until the burden removes the sky

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A POEM FROM THE GOD

I hear music in my pipes
my tongue speaks poetry
my right brain takes course
you love to hate me
Im not the enemy
nobody knows my mystery
the world blames me
My left hand is unknown
I fell from the sky above
im down down down
with gifts for creativity
im bright and shiny
dont be afraid of me
I want to save thee
Do you know me
I want to know thee
Come dance with me
Be merry with glee
My side of the story.

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Its All My Fault

ITS ALL MY FAULT!

I suppose it is my fault, right?

4 life keeps complicating the night

confess to every crime since two years.

God taught me to cope with stress, yet

Im sick of this life its ugly & weary

Gotta stay strong 4 the movie's scary.

If im a burden then throw me way

Dispose me like a bin full of shit

Never asked for life, my fault too?

Here let me confess my faults to you

I started world hunger and poverty

the reason why only few win lottery

Im responsible for corrupt society

Indeed I caused all these trajedies

Nail me to the cross for three days

And when Im resurrect thats it okay.

Like I invented the atomic bomb

Like I made the gun that speaks death

The recession is all my fault too

Its my fault I never went to college

Cause I cant afford trillions a dollars

Take me to the court of law I say

Pronounce me guilty sentence me to death

Your system is evil, but its my fault?

This shit is bigger than me, im victim

And so are millions more in the system.

Poor children blood spilt for nothing

go to school and end up with nothing

Doctors degree and still having nothing

Life-long learning and cant eat something

Just put the blame on me like a muslim

arrest me lock me up and throw the key

Murder me, send me to hell if you want

Or send me back to school to feed me lies

Tell me its all okay, tell me more lies.

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I Wont Say

I WONT SAY


Who do you say I am, I am whatever you say I am
I wont say im immortal, life is a candle in the wind
I wont say im smoke Ganja, but im get high of life

 I wont say im Bipolar, but my moods can rocket
I wont say im a drug addict, but I got the gene
I wont say im try, but I know thats a lie, I do
I wont say im gifted, but im willing and able
I wont say im well paid, but I have my reward  set
I wont say im good, then again who is good or bad
I wont say im selfish, is that such a bad thing
I wont say im schizophrenic, I have some symptoms
I wont say Im shy, but I am a recluse by nature
I wont say im antisocial, cause I have my moments
I wont say im unpredictable, but nobody knows me
I wont say im lonely but im still searching inside
I wont say im alone, it sure feels that way to me
I wont say im fine, but I think Im pretty normal
I wont say im a wanderer,I really dont have a home
I wont say im a Prophet yet would you believe me?
I wont say im a writer, but have you read my poems.
I wont say im artistic, but boy I create many poems
I wont say im cursed, but I am left handed
I wont say im perfect, but God accepts me yet.
I wont say Im prayer warrior, my meditation is high
I wont say im special, but Im set and unique
I wont say im quiet, im just peculiarly mute
I wont say im strong, but surely im not so weak
I wont say im soft, Im just gentle with people
I wont say im all these things but they are true.

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This World

THIS WORLD

How can I describe this world, o this world
this world is so full of evil, this world
I live in this world, I hate this world
still I love this world, yes this world
this world is lotto, this world is mean
this world I must survive, Im still alive!
I dont understand this world, this world
what am I doing in this world, this world
to play the game of this world, it sucks
but to survive in this world, good lucks.
Life is hard, ya it will leave you scared
Death must be easy because life is hard
In this world im not trying to fuck around
I got to stay on my guard in this world
This world, my mother brought me this world
one way or another I shall leave this world
Until then i'll be tugging in this world
this world, a soldier will stay on his toes
Cause nothings promised and thats how it goes.


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For Edwin and Family

FOR EDWIN AND FAMILY

This one is for Edwin a Cousin Im glad I met
We are seperated by space not by spirit, yet
you had a good heart I felt from  far away
Im sorry I never got to see you once more.

I wanted to visit you this summer but things
I never got the visa to Canada, im sorry.
If I came to Canada this summer then what
Would you still be alive even now Edwin

I dont understand how things will happen
But I know that God is real my friends
We dont know how he works but believe!
Im happy and not surprised still I grieve

To Edwin's family know that God is love
and nothing happens without his voice
Its now clear that I wasn't meant to visit
So I know that God has something with it

Now keep strong and when the time is right
we will understand why this had to happen
I miss you all and think about you everyday
For there is a reason we live so far away.

Peace.

Picture Me

My meditation is poetic

My mind fertile

I exercise my pen still

Im a walking work of art

 My eyes to the sky

This is dope im going in

Let me go first Pac

Ready

My lyrics are  bullets

and cant take back

How do I start

Ye!
Picture me rhyming, freestylin

word dissecting, microphone killing
using my gifting 4 rappin

thoughts unending, descending

thats how it is

Ha, picture my lyrical, spiritwal
picture me telling it all

picture me poetry climbing tall
picture me writing stuff
still thats not enough.
picture me smoking, no I dont
just kidding,
surviving, picture me thriving
my hopes my dreams it seems
Picture my words fall through
picture me dreaming
visions its seeming
Picture me, envision me
all alone.

Picture the world is mine
picture me a first born child
sensitive and wild
Tell Matthew Mark Luke
Like John im on
Picture me winning, enduring
Ready

im not done yet

Picture me walk on water

I bet you cant

picture me high, kiss the sky

picture me hear voices

picture me money making

prison escaping

using smarter tactics, im smart

not a dummy honey

Life funny

 Picture me fighting im a soldier
dont stop till the war is over
cuz im gone, gone, gone, over

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The Truth

THE TRUTH

O Syria I cry for your dead children
I share your pain Damascus

O Palestine I sigh for your women

I share your pain this way
And Libya and Mesopotamia I weep
Congo the forgotten people I am like you
but escaped many years before you.
The truth is hidden like precious gold
Rwanda, the land of my parents and fathers
Jamaica my refuge and hide away place
India the land of my birth, sweet Maharashtra
The survival struggle continues and continues.
Nobody knows me because im not easily seen
Nobody understand the tradjedy of my life

I shout tribal war from the ends of the earth
from the four corners its bloody I say

Every man deserves a turn to live, why die

Every child should learn, why suffer

Every man deserves to work, why hunger

Tribal war over land and oil and diamonds

Tribal war over gold , copper and precious minerals

The system is tribal war, competition is the game

and survival is the prize.

 The truth, every man deserves a turn

Like the system deserves to burn.

Neither do I understand my existence and place
or my identity and searching still my race
I am a wanderer and alone far from home
I endure much forever and evermore
I am gone, no longer alive, I am dead
And this is reality, and live it I do
That I am so lucky to be alive in this land
But Syria I remember and Damascus I weep you
Mesopotamia im sorry and Libya I cry too
Africa I mourn you and wish you the best
And to the world get ready for the end is the test

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Rejection Bites

REJECTION BITES

Let me tell it like it really is
So much trouble in the world man
aint nobody feels my pain but God
yet I don't treat him right o
Hes the only one that was there for me
Nothing bites like rejection trust me
when you know you do your very best

knocking on doors but dont get through
rejection bites im telling you

How can you reject innocent poor me
you tell me we're sorry try again
Words cant explain how im feeling now
rejected and despised of men, thats me!
rejection bites im telling you

but im not angry, there's one greater with me
what did I do, please tell me, o
to play by the rules and still I lose
Aint nothing fair in this game called life
Still im alright I will get by
Its not the end of the world i'll survive

or maybe
but rejection bites im telling you.

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How I Started To Write

HOW I STARTED TO WRITE


I dont consider myself brilliant much
but what is it about me and words?
I dont understand this flow
My first poem was written at nine years
I dont remember what it was  really

but I could easily rhyme words at that age

I knew how to spell very well as well

My note taking abilities was excellent
Still I never understood my potential

I never knew I would take up writing
Just like anyone curious I was searching
I really had no clue of my ability whatsoever
I use to pray for God to show me my talent
So I guess he did?
Sabbath school teacher would ask us
So I asked God cause I never knew.
To make a long story short here I go
Writing was always in me
Expression always wanted an outlet
I dont know if my left hand played a role

but sooner or later I had to face myself

I held it back , I ran away from me

eventually it forced itself out

I dont do it for show I do it for ME

I am very selfish as most writers r

I always say I never chose to write

I use to consider it very boring in fact

But later on I had a change of heart
was 2007 that I really attempted the craft
It was awkward at first to find my voice
my style had no compass or map to guide

I wrote and wrote and wrote until I realized
this is cake
I kept on writing and writing until YES
I opened myself more and more awakening
I realized my talents were dormant
I realized I had something rare

That I owned  a wild imagination
A peculiar ability to formulate
And an introvert nature fitting the like
I realized that I was the way I was for a reason
I realized my personality was not a mistake
God made me this way and now I knew

It made perfect sense

The reason why im a moody soul

The reason why im very emotional

was all linked to my talent and gift

It was why I always loved music and words

why I loved the bible stories
and would have dreams about Jesus coming
It was that sensitivity that proved to help me

It was why I would think God is watching
I would see things in the clouds  as a child
I worked and worked and worked at it
I got better and better and better at it
Much was going on in my life at the time
I was frustrated with college, almost quit
But poetry lent me a helping hand
I switch my major to English, yes I did
And found other people just like me
I worked on it sorely but hey it was fun
I enjoyed all of my classes very much


Poetry was the vehicle that transported
my thoughts hidden enabling me to make sense
of my reality and situation
Poetry became my companion on my most
lonely days and nights
It found me I never found it
It came to me I never came to it
And that will always be a mystery to me
Poetry has never left me alone, never
It was my medication and strengh
combined with music It lifted me up to heaven
I used  it to fight and defend myself
This is what God gave me
Communication through Poetry
I BELIEVE. 

Sometimes Im not able to say something
until I write it down first,
im not the best speaker in the world
I cant always express myself verbally on spot
My thoughts are deep and locked up alot

Im humble ask anyone who knows me
but when I write poetry im the lyricist
like Vybz Kartel said
I continue to get better as I pour out my mind
 As I write I leave my troubles behind
I dont need pay or money
I dont have to be rewarded I  already am
Just let me share how I started to write.


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For The One I Desire

FOR THE ONE I DESIRE

v1
Someone called 911 on me Im in trouble
How can I let the opportunity pass by?
Ive been searching and its so hard to find.
Im not a rich man and so what I know
I dont have millions in cash to show
From the moment I saw you I loved you
You could be what Ive been missing
But you are precious, more than gold
and you are rear, more than diamonds
 Its the way you think that captures
But its your inner beauty that matches
like a mirror you reflect my soul
Your outer beauty is obvious to see-

you're the only hope for a good man

with you I can see the goodness in me

 If I let my walls come down dont disappoint
This is pure, we have so much in common
but still thats not what scares me most,

v2
Its how can I compete to gain your love
How can I fight to win your heart
What can I offer that other men cant
Except this I promise, give me a chance.
I cannot promise to carry you the world
I cannot promise material things untold
But I promise to give you my love
I promise to care for you forevermore
to never leave you or forsake you
I wont abuse you like other men do
I promise to treat you right always
If you become my queen,queen you'll be
Ill be real with you so be real with me
Ill work hard for you and we will live
Support me dear why should you say no
Believe in me, a reason to keep fighting
I need your help, I can make it with you.
For the one I desire these words are true.

Final

Im a television yur my remote control
Im a light-bulb and yur my switch

 Im a good car but yur the gas
Yur so pure and clean
and im innocent at least to you I mean
So talk to me I want to hear your voice
Whisper to me secrets of your choice
Push me to do my best and I will do
help me, I need you right here to stare at you
All I need is you as my special girl
Stand by my side enhance my appearance
Like a puzzle,im not complete without you

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Where Did the People Go?

WHERE DID THE PEOPLE GO?

Solve my riddle: I ran away from home

but never really left.

Like all the times I danced before

Like all the questions asked no more

Where did the people go?Where could they be?

How did the people fall, O how

Like all the thoughts no more

Like all the thoughts no more

Where did the people go. Where could they be?

All the smart people

The world will bring us down one by one

out there a lonely boy could drown

The answers not here I dont know where

Like all the thoughts no more

Like all the thoughts no more.

HAVE MERCY (Words of a Poet)

Im a wanderer and far from home
but I never really left, its weird
im a alien and stranger on this earth
im the real Highlander believe me
Clark Kent has nothing on me.
you give me freedom to use wisely
you are with me on condition
you talk to me and I hear your voice
How could I have made myself this way
No longer do I fight the way I am

Lord what am I doing right?
What am I to you?
The harder I try the further you go
The less I try the closer you come
Thats messed up!
Father why do you love me so much?
you really are a jealous God
you made me an Introvert, o
you made me left handed, so
you order my steps and pave my way.

Im getting younger year after year
Im a mystery even to myself
why do you give me chance and chance
What special am I to the king of Heaven
today im here tomorrow Im gone
This day I live yesterday I was not
What is the value of my breath in me
So many die so why do you spare me
u have mercy on me u inspire my poetry.
so thank you.

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Why

WHY.

Im stuck in a world not my own

I live in a maze far from home

Im quiet and strange,out of place

Dont even know how im in this race

I ask many whys but not much long

Im lonely inside but will stay strong

Im a riddle to life no questions yet

solve my riddle you cant I bet

May never go home stuck in the game

Trying to rise, make known my name

Im really a wanderer without a home

Forever im running, forever alone.




WHERE DID THE PEOPLE GO?


Solve my riddle: I ran away from home
but never really left.
Like all the times I danced before
Like all the questions asked no more
Where did the people go?Where could they be?
How did the people fall, O how
Like all the thoughts no more
Like all the thoughts no more
Where did the people go. Where could they be?
All the smart people
The world will bring us down one by one
out there a lonely boy could drown
The answer is not here I dont know where
Like all the thoughts no more
Like all the thoughts no more.

 Mythical_Poet

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The Next Step

Ive written alot of Poetry in 2012

what is the next step

-MUSIC

I must make an album

The perfect album

I can do this

Mark Morrison said it... Im an innocent man.

ITS CUZ IM YOUNG

 Its cuz im young!

A A ye Im still young and times going by
Im still searching for perfection gotta ask why,why
and I was never all about this
im always dreaming through the sealing BUT I doubt it
ye, did I do right to go to college?
was it worth it for the knowledge?
Man its cuz im young thats why I stay free
Its getting harder in the world now believe me,

Life use to be so simple
when you young you dont recognize what you're in for
No one sees me out like im always in doors
 I dont know bout you but I know Ill make it through
Cuz I will make it through the net yet someway,
I will rise above the clouds one day
What can I say dont buy what they selling
If I never make it as a Poet,
 at least I found my outlet.

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A Prayer of Thanks (Thoughts)

PRAYER OF THANKS

Let not the prodigal son be vexed, let him express
Lord do whatever it takes, but save me
Yes Peter how hard for a righteous man to be saved
If you must make me unrighteous so I can appreciate.
Praise God o my soul praise him in the darkest night
I lift up my thoughts unto him from the earth below
I lift my burdens to hear sweet songs above, ahhh
water fills me down like a stream flowing with passion
The enemy comes here and there and circles me around
I stand my ground
Blessed be the father that keepeth his own, that loveth
his children sing for joy. Selah

My spirit is high within me and burning slow with fire
and joy filleth my soul when you arrive in glory
but my flesh is torment to me, torment I say, shed it
O cursed is my nature, terrible is the pain.
The thing I desire I do not
The thing I do not I desire, let incense climb to heaven
who shall rescue me, who, except the almighty king. Selah
I fall a thousand times but lo a thousand times rise

O my soul be strong and rest in the lord
surely he has dealt kindly with thee from year to year
Let me reason with you o my soul, let me judge the matter
Let me take myself to court in the assembly of angels
Let me pronounce myself guilty and sentenced to death
If I walk not in the ways of thy admonishons.

Temptations are many and my heart is greedy
still I give thanks to thee for life and health
and spiritual wealth, for food and shelter and material
Lo I rise in the morning to hear thy voice descend
such tender comforting noise you send
such reassuring love I hear
thy warm hug covers my face, I am without breath, strenght


My soul loveth when you come in the morning early
down to greet and my spirit exciteth in your presence near
How sweet is thy presence within, how tender thy warm embrace

I took my vows before thee as a child
my marriage to thee is ordained by the holy spirit
I shall not walk away from thee so easily
the enemy shall not consume me without a fight
I will not fall unto the last blow for blow

The seducing women shall not steal my heart from thee so readily
I shall not visit them like many men do
I shall not be brought down low
I shall keep my honour for thy name sake and my love
Lest I lose my light and crown and be blame
O some women hate me, why, thy holy spirit is in me
They see something different in me, they fear


Then multiply my goods and bless my hands and the works
of my labor
Exalt me for long have I humbled myself. Add to me for
the efforts of my sweat
For I keep thy marriage and I stand alone
And I fight that good fight, even of faith
And I endure much forevermore. Selah.

I give thanks though the journey be slow and the road
be rockyand turbulent and my spirit slugs lazily
cut this out of me I plead and renew my energies
Quicken me like on the day of thy holy visitation
when I heard thy voice and conversed with thee


Lord who am I? Since when have I been special to thee
Since when do you love me, since when do you call me
by my name, Mutabazi,Mutabazi.
What do you see in me, I cry tears of joy
Remind me of thy mercies and love, open my eyes
and let me see thy watchful care
Since when lord?
Since when have I been set aside and called

Thy love is more than any woman can offer
though they be tempting to the eye and tricky
with the tongue and evil with the walk
I shall remain blameless

Still would you be so kind to show me a sign
Ive been searching and its so hard to find decent values

Maybe its my mind, maybe im blind
Maybe its the way that ive been spending my time
Now is the time to speak lord
Thy servant has spoken, hear me
Do not remain silent for long
Do not hide thy mysteries from me
Many questions I have. I wait

Hear this, I feared thy name since the day I believed

even from childhood

And think twice to break thy law

from a child I dreamt dreams but kept my tongue

My eyes see but I kept my tongue

my mouth be shut up like a cage even from a child

Before I knew myself I wondered of you

the mysteries of thy name

Ive always been with thee forever. Selah

In dreams you warn me of danger I avoid it 

you trouble my spirit from time to time, I cannot escape

As a young man I hear thy voice now and then

And feel thy spirit take me over.

who shall listen to my testimony

who shall receive what I say

Who shall believe the things I heard

Surely they shall lock me up and throw the keys

and sentence me to much medications

who will see what I see, its a waste.

Do not send me for I cannot do it.

But you say, I love you, remember me always

But you say, be a good christian and be ready

I say, ready for what?

You say The end of the world

No matter what happens be ready

I say what will happen?

But you keep your silence.This I cant understand.

Something terrible is in the future, some not good

Something fearful is about to take place

For lo I sense danger and lo I smell blood

And lo there is trouble

but you say Be ready

But you tell me not what is to come

I ask thee what is to come!

You keep your silence. Why?

Shall they not say is this not the son of so

or the elder brother of so and so

Do they not see that I am not of this land, but another

And my name is it not peculiar to the ear

and burdensome to the tongue
Look I am rear and few in number
And others like me and are

Am I not a firstborn?Am I not a left hander?

Still even still I am of value to you

Are not my brothers the authors of the Book?
Is the book not poetry?
Are the writers not inspired?
For yes, the whole book is poetry

And the language is deep things
And the word is eaten too seriously 

but not serious enough.

Fot the text is misinterpreted as poetry usually is
And deep things destroy and build the same
And the weapon misleads and employs evil agenda
And many do get killed.

Yet who shall see what I am?

Look, though I be a left hander and destined for evil

thy love has bought me

though my nature be sinister you purchased me

For truly I tell no lie, the curse of the left hander dwells on me

though I be harmless like a bird, I am a danger
my trouble is my left hand and my gift  the same
and my enemy is the mirror two sides within.

And though I use the left hand I conceal my dagger

Like Eglon nobody will suspect my stealth

For my true path you shield from me, even the ways of evil

Even my violent rage and sudden temper

Who shall suspect the quiet man

Still you know all my ways and smile on me

I give thee thanks

that thy grace is a sorrowful pain mixed with sweet scent

thy grace is like a cool drink of water

like the rainfall after a scourging heat

Like a calm day with quiet rest

I love remembering thy grace forevermore. Selah.

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O India

O INDIA 

(words of a prodigal)

O India sweet Maharashtra the land of my birth
yes Poona, yes Ruby the town which nurtured me
O India how I miss you and never knew you too
O Eastland I will see you when I see you soon.

O Africa sweet Rwanda land of my fathers first
yes Kivu lake Kivu one day I'll talk with you
O Africa mother Africa sorry Ive never seen you
O Eastland o river Nile one day i'll sail on you.

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A promise



LIES AND VERSES

Look how the prophet lives a simple life
look how the Poet seeks a simple wife
Look how the artist paints a picture clear
Look how the pastors preach a sermon rear
Look how nurses sweat and bend to heal
look how doctors sit with wit and  steal
Look at that poor hungry homeless child
Look at the young o young going wild
Listen to the drums go off dum da dum
watch as time walks out the door and run
Listen as stories are fed to sleeping youths

poems of lies and verses telling truths

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My Prayer For The Young

MY PRAYER FOR THE YOUNG

Dear Father of peace and love and grace

I pray for the young that you keep them strong

shine on them your light and your peace right now

given them the strenght to go on in hard times

Lord, many of them are mixed up in wrong things

many of them do not have good employment,no money

many of them have dropped out of school, hungry

I pray that you give them the spirit of endurance

I pray that they know you like I know you

I hope they come to trust you like I trust you

Please take care of their needs and wants as well

Grant them the abundant life I know they desire

keep them away from temptations and evils

Help them to overcome and be sucessful in life

But most of all I hope they get your peace in them

Do not make them give up on themselves

thinking that their life is going nowhere

help them to be optimistic and positive about the future

Give them your holy spirit to  stand in the heat

please Heavenly father do not make them accept defeat.

And for those who try to hold them back I do not pray

For those who put obstacles in their way I condemn

For those who would not see them rise like the sun

I leave them to you and your judgment to come

But for all the young give them hope and life

and joy and pleasant success if they desire it

I thank you for all these in Jesus name amen.



 WOULDNT CALL THIS POETRY, KIDDING
I AM POETRY
(Let their be light)

Who am I? U should know already
 I stand alone!.
My poetry is a direct reflection of my character
my way of life, my thoughts.It is my personality.
It is my style. It comes from inside my soul
and heart. It is beyond me. Its my will.
 I am everything I write about.
 It contains my secrets. My very nature.
That only I would know
I write only what I know of.
 I live and breathe my work.
How do I do it?
How does the wind blow?
How do I write?
I dont know- inspiration.
There is no faking this- its real
I am this way, I cant pretend
Im emotional and creative
I really live this- no joke

you cant step in my shoes and do what I do

you cant be me and I cant be you.
I AM what I AM like it or love it
im 66 books strong
Im 300 poems deep
I might lose my mind if I keep this up
The well cannot hold me, the world is too thin
Im the author and finisher of my work
Im the old and the new
I preach what I do

its beautiful the way I express

there only one me  thats how it will be

I dont make up stuff just for fun
"Its my life, my pain, my night, my gun
now that im back you cant sleep im a nightmare, ha?
They not gon like you, I know I know" not over!

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NOT EVEN GONNA EDIT THIS
WORK OF HART- EXCELLENTE

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ITS POETRY, BABY.

Remix to Carly Rae Jepsens Call Me Maybe
by Martin Semugeshi

ITS POETRY,BABY.

V1
I may not know how to sing
im only good at one thing
look what my poetry brings
what really can I say

Im really liking this song
I think that video was strong
but you say nothing is wrong
what really can I say


Man, art is crazy,
and please dont believe me
I never chose this really
my talent is poetry baby!

Chorus
Say I just wrote you
and its kinda easy
is this my talent?
its poetry baby!
and come to thinking
I never knew that
its this my talent?
its poetry baby


V2

This girl I gave her my heart

I dont know how I should start

she made me look like a fart

until she skipped my way

I didnt know  how to feel

except the feeling was real

God knows im still tryin to heal

she took my strength away

her face was glowing

sweet smell, breast was showing

nice lips, teeth was snowing

dont know what shes doing

help me!

Chorus repeat

Poetry came into my life
when I was so sad, when I was so sad

She made me so so sad.
said poetry came into my life
I didnt know that
I didnt know that
so wheres my poetry pad.

Chick made me think twice

I had to think twice
you know what they say

its poetry,baby .

Weirdo Freak

Nerdy looking, quiet and alone, a never talking weirdo freak

Introverted tall deep dark secret keeping humble dude

Emotional, right brained artistic poetry writing guy

Feminine tender gentle kind sensitive creative me

Masculine more aggressive with power-wants to be

Misunderstood schitzo normal friendly greet him please

Naive, open hearted trustful is the real side of him

Woman careful not hateful but simply danger avoid

Heart melting tears tasting life debating thinking man

God loving path seeking choice making road taking goal

Future seeing voice hearing spirit filling soul retrieve

Moody beardy lonely reclusive addictive  personality

for sea danger trouble headed lost coin society

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THE TRUTH ABOUT SUPERMAN

-Believe it or not.

Superman is not a myth as you think
its a REALITY being portrayed under
a mask of fiction. Let me tell you

The only son of Martha and John
kent, had some secrets he kept.
The rabbit hole is deep very very
deep and you might be surprised

at the findings.

Claek Kent meet Jesus, Jesus meet Clark

both superhuman, both came to save the world

except Clark kent is the Antichrist!

I tell you the truth
'Clark Kent' had to hide his identity
to protect who he really was
because of his enemies.

but that is the very reason why
he could not be himself and be free.
Think about it, he had never been
to Krypton, he spoke another
language, lived in another world

but that didnt erase who he was.
just imagine how he felt,
he had to find out his identity
and why he was different and never fit
in. He had to adapt the culture

Still even if he told people where
hes really from they would not get it.
by hiding himself he may have found some
peace, but he was just as lost as the
people he was trying to save.

What a lonely life. People following
him, questioning him, saying something
not right with that young man
he just wanted to fit in

they would have reject him the second

they discover his identity. Why?

that is the nature of human beings

What Clark practiced is deception.

its a self righeousness parading of repaying

evil with evil- its a total fraud.

Clark Kent is a sinner, he needs to repent

doing occasional good works wont save YOU

coming to the light will




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The Isolated Condition Of The Artist

THE ISOLATED CONDITION OF THE ARTIST

Is it the artist who Isolates himself
or perhaps society that has lost her wealth
trapped in a world without meaning and motives
the artist must run to save himself or perish
should he play hide and seek with the grave
running in and out of society's rotten trap
he cries for help o help but nothing hears
and time he fears is bleeding out tic toc
constantly seeking constantly thinking values
fake superficial unreal misplaced surreal
the constant narrative drive that speaks to you
is pain to ignore the voice of death and life in one
to bring the world to sight in ink and paint and light
how can the artist be quiet throughout the night
Who understands the process to the creation of the work
who understands the destruction and depression
except the artist who releases tension in expression.

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