LIFE IS IMAGINATION

LIFE IS IMAGINATION

Don't put me in your little box

I was meant to rise to the sky above

don't trap me in your reality

I put no limitation on myself

In poetry I soar the seven seas

I imagine things when not on knees

My thoughts are wild and free

I created my world to be what it be

I live on earth but thoughts travel high

I am the God and there's no need to lie

you cant take my word and recreate me

I am  light, I am love, my thoughts live above

When I close my eyes- all kinds of thing

worlds you've never dreamed off is within

I seen other planets and contacted moons

travelled on spacecrafts with sonic zooms

the trees and lakes of life is my creation

and all it takes is a little imagination

Mythical_Poet

SOMETIMES I WONDER

SOMETIMES I WONDER

Sometimes I wonder whats the point of this

then I remember to never give up

cause I got this gift and it saved my life

the gift is poetry and shes my wife

whenever im down I express my self

I am the God with pen in hand

I pour my thoughts on clear white sheets

then I remember to never give up.

LIFE'S LIKE THIS pt 1

Life's likes this- you come and see

and be all you can be

and you take what you have

and turn it into something

LIFE'S LIKE THIS pt 2

Life's like this- you let it go

to get some more

and you keep giving thanks

and it will come to you.

LIFE'S LIKE THIS pt 3

Life's like this- do what you must

but cope with the stress

and get the job done

cause you got to survive

GET IT GOOD

Get it good friends- life is hard

ain't no way to say it but life is hard

life not fair we know that's true

the question is; what will you do?

When you get this truth you will sail smooth

let it go and accept the truth

that your life is hard 

ain't nothing you can do

for everyone else the same is true.

TELL THE TRUTH

tell the truth and tell it all

everyone hustles great and small

everyone works, everyone plays

live and learn- these are the days

THIS FOR 2013

THIS FOR 2013

2012 a few hours to go, 2013 a few hours to come

this for 2013 may our dreams and hopes be seen

this for 2013 and success is what I mean

2013 will it be just another year

I wait for 2013 with thanks that im still here.

TRIP TO THE ISLANDS

How can life be what you want it to be? Some days are happy, most days are
sad, few days are angry, some can be mad, no day is the mood too much to
handle. No words can express this feeling of my heart, no experience can
equal in height. This is like a picture of writers block squeezing my heart
for comfy words, squeezing my brain but nothing came, I huff and puff
to write some stuff- a picture is really worth a thousand words.
A gentle stranger took me by the hand and memory never failed.

My trip to the Bahamas was one I will always remember as long
as I live. Nature left me breathless, she hugged me with a thousand kisses and
spoke sweet things to my ear, the very life of me she nourished.
What have I been missing all my life? Why have I hesitated to make
my move? Time has been calling me to come and dance but I turned
by the road most travelled by. I wasted it all just to watch her
walk through the door. My tears are bitter and sweet.

The sunset is beautiful. She whispers to me saying "if I could have
you heart, we would never be apart". But I refused. I turned
away and said to her another day. I lived my life by the rules
and played the game called fear. I stayed at home
even though I never wanted to. Dont cry for me cause I
wasted it all in my younger years, I shed so many tears.
The truth is I kept my distance because I feared. I feared myself and
choices untold. But choice is that voice calling you to chart roads untold

Now this is all I have of a memory, just a picture of my passage through the
halls of time. The beach called my name from where I stayed and I
leaped to the rescue. A lone traveller carries zero with him, miles
away from home where no soul knows me, all by myself with nature
as a friend. What a friend she is. I never married but now shall I
take my vows from where I sit, where the coconut trees are tall and thick
like some long necked creatures familiar to my travels, more like tall
sticks but very elegant and curvy.

 I could live here forever if time permitted, but no man can. Is this
a dream? Walking these shores im forever young. Now time is moving
now she is racing, no longer do I wait. Had I stayed out of the sun more
just another day, I wonder the outcome. Im thinking thoughts of joys
that kill. This is real life, how it should be. Not like sheep and zombies
rolling around on four legged creatures chasing worthless paper!
The sun falls gracefully until it is no more only to rise again in an endless
cycle. I could stare at it forvever and perhaps go mad. I must be
 mad cause I abandoned the highway of sanity and rational living for
a wild and carefree solitary existence.

Now I can rest from my weary life of constant toil of buying and spending
of borrowing and lending, of saving and earning and worrying and the
disease of debt. Oh how did I get here? A gentle stranger called
me out from slavery to freedom. I must be mad or perhaps not.
We spoke at first some years ago, I heard his voice as clear as snow
a comfort voice, a  comfort thought he brought. He said "get up and go
go far away. I will show you where to go". So I went and never came
back. I became a ghost for no soul has ever seen me again.
This is paradise. This is heaven. And I dont have to wait. I am
no longer dead but infatuated with beauty and serenity.
It is ironic, the blessed irony. Ive travelled home to sanity
the masked irony- no more to wander.

It is the flow of life and it never ends like a river it is deeper and
thicker, it was always there, I never had to, searching was a waste
of time. We're just wasting time. Cause I never loved her the way
I wanted to, having to run to find what was not lost. Now I there is no
place better than here. Its ironic that life is funny and time is a
clock that ticks life away, second after second and
day after day. She is forever, never desert or forsake.
But wisdom will call so give ear and have no fear for the
rest is still unwritten.

I am the painter with brush in hand, I am the poet line after line
listen to this picture I am trying to paint and draw your own.
Standing here I can hear, hear her more clearly than ever.
She is right beside me. And always was. She never left me
but I chose the road most travelled by- the road to hell
and that is the problem. Now night is crawling upon the scene he is
tired and needs his rest and I must do the same so I say my goodbye
but no for long, closing his eyes he bids me do the same

There is always another day for some and not for others.
Cause life is not guaranteed said the philosopher. It is all useless
Dont be too good and dont be too bad. Live your life and enjoy
of saving and earning and worrying and the disease of debt under
the sun while it shines because you wont be young for too long.
The only thing a man can do is eat and drink and be merry
with the useless life God has granted him. It is okay. Go ahead
Cause naked we came and naked we shall return
and what good is life if you dont enjoy it.

And we reap what we sow cause karma is a judge that works without
pay and there is no difference between the good and bad, the evil and
the just. Everuthing happens for a reason so be carefull how you live
And the camera of life is always rolling you only get one take,
one shot, one kill. Hence make it count. We take one more breath
to the last and one heart beat away to eternity. Dont be afraid!
For now I understand. Perfection is a road filled with potholes of
mistakes and obstacle. Failure is success turned inside out. Life
starts everyone with C- even the ones who score A
There is much ,more for you to do, dont be slave to the game
called fear. Got a mind? You must use it. Understand
theres alot more on the other side and we dont have to run
we dont have to hide.

THOUGHTS

My poems belong in the Bible with king David
thats why I keep them. Africa runs in my blood
I cant erase the history. I am my ancestors- I have their DNA
and I'll never stop writing till inspiration goes away

They called my name and protect their own. A
child of Africa I am. No matter how far I go I cant forget
my history, constantly reminded of what and who I am
ROYALTY.

The spirit of truth guides me, comforting my way,
this energy full of truth
I hear him, he speaks, he tells no lie
I am a first fruit, im not my own.


Friends cannot travel on my journey
I am not like many, I am a son, a child of the most high
you may not say what I say and do what I do
nor can you see else its given to you.

You cant go where I go, I walk a different road
a peculiar creature I am. Let the shaking come
let it have its full like due rains falls on me
and quenches my thirst, I prayed rain and now am wet.

THE IMMENSE KARMA

THE IMMENSE KARMA

The irony of things, the great disappointment

You that are wise- hear the words of this poem, 

which is a parable great

whoever owns an ear must listen to these words

these thoughts are mighty and large, and before my time

let him who is deep and rational overstand them

I tell the truth as an innocent child among children

I declare my own innocence this day- do not be caught

In what are the mysteries of life, who can overstand the

meaning of existence- I tell you my mind in a parable.

There were seven people who could not agree on a thing

The first two did not beleive and did what they pleased

Three more beleived but in partiality on a thought,

being one foot in and other toes out. The next one beleived

in full, did his duty and layed down to rest.

The final one, the seventh one, beleived with all his mind

and heart and soul but did nothing and so gambled

on the thing unprepared.

Here lies the mystery, disaster appeared in the sky to

test the perfection of the seven saying who shall survive 

this test? With both hands he came to the first two and 

found them asleep and lacking, but because they had 

no fear they escaped and were left unharmed.

Following he arrived to the home of the partial three

and found no root so he uplifted them completely

and went his way.. He went to the single and found

him asleep and ready so he passed him on to the next.

Now to the final, the seventh child, woe to him.

He beleived the thing but was over zealous without

proper knowledge of himself- he too was removed

and destroyed.

Here is wisdom. Know thyself. Know what thou knowest

and walk in all humility in every doing under the sun.

The first two were no fools, for as they did, they knew

as they new, they did, in what they pleased.

The other two lacked proper knowledge and

knew not their own ways so the wind of disaster

took them out.

The sixth was complete and after he loved

he also rested and went to bed on the seventh hour, he

had all he desired because he did the work and made

his plans long before disaster arrived. But to the seventh

'the perfect one', he overprepared and was cut down

before his time as faith without works is a dead thing.

Let him who owns an ear to hear, hear! And let wisdom

know the truth for himself because no one can tell this

for no one knew the day nor the hour, not even the seven.

WATCHERS ANTHEM

WATCHERS ANTHEM

We see the dangers, we watch the game

we hear the music, and know its near

We want to shout, but who shall hear

they're all asleep and thats a fear

they want us killed, the alien race

securing votes they hold their place

I see and know their call has gone

the 12 tribe list is not that long

12 times 12-just hope the best

the force is here and thats the test

Watchers everywhere lets meet as one

lets raise the level to come up strong

lets shout the news, prepare a path

hide in nature from the masters wrath.

Poetman 1

WORD NINJAS

WORD NINJA (last poem 4 the year 2012)

My mind lives everywhere and anywhere

way too many ideas for one lifetime

I had to write or perhaps go insane

that's just how it is with me, this gift

this my life I express in words my own

maybe ul read me when im long gone

but im just a thinker, a watchman, a bard

the thoughts just come, not very hard

yet some things cannot be written

naa you wouldn't understand

so silence is the best weapon in hand

Its not my will, im doing what im suppose to

Before you ask me why I majored English

take a second or so to reading  this

English is bliss and creativity in one

Now ask me how many poems ive birthed

or how  many stories ive penned

how many thoughts Ive composed

and how many ideas left to dig

Then look at me like a word ninja

tearing up syllables like splinters

then go question those scriptures

a peculiar people-words like pictures

Before you ask me why I majored English

give thanks for the songs of interest

the hits of singstress, words of poets

say  thanks for sacred words on tablets

Before you ask me why I majored English

Mythical_Poet

MY SKILL

MY SKILL

Nobody knows my skill

my rhyming skills

nobody knows my name

a poets name

Nobody knows my origin

neither do I

Nobody knows my struggle

I wonder why

Nobody knows me

cause Im not seen

except my poems

they know who I am

Im unsigned and unknown

I chose this way...

im good, a poet with skills

my verbals flow with thrills

like rivers

this gift is given and mine

I pen the nicest poems ever

but nobody knows my skills

Nobody will know, until im dead.

PoetMutabazi

STREETS PRONOUNCED ME DEAD

STREETS PRONOUNCE ME DEAD

The streets pronounced me dead cause Ive never been ahead

The streets pronounced me dead so I hustle hard instead

The streets pronounced me dead go tell him what I said

The streets pronounced me dead and Ive never been ahead

Im just starting to hustle im making money so im in trouble

the streets pronounced me dead, Im not used to the struggle

Ive gone from zero dollars to making tens of thousands

now I want more cheese how will I ever manage

The streets pronounced me dead becuz im not from here

im used to having things given, now I come prepared

Cause once you make this money theres no turning back

you get addicted but still the streets pronounced me dead.

The streets pronounced me dead cuz I never lived it

I may have walked around on feet but I never filled it

I make my money corporate, proof on my certificate

better play it safe 4 life im not desperate

PoetMutaba

LONELY DAYS

LONELY DAYS

My lonely days are the best days
days when I'd talk to the mirror
Its so lonely and slow as time fly's
but I was formed from dust and yet
My lonely days are the best days

Days that I would stroll solo
no cares in the world,myself and I
then why are my lonely days so shy
I walk the lonely road by and by
there's no other way-I walk alone.

Mythical_Poet
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MEDICINE IS GOOD

MEDICINE IS GOOD

Medicine is good, medicine is bad

some medicine I wish I never had

Medicine can kill, Medicine can cure

Not all medicines worth fighting for

The house is burning, burning down

the tenants are crying, crying frowns

the peoples panic and pray for cures

not all medicines worth fighting for

PoetMutabazi



Because I desire eternal life and peace with God
the sacrifice I make is to let my ego die and
allow humility to reign in my life. Humility is the
only way to attain what I seek-- the good

PoetMutabazi


THE MYSTERIOUSNESS OF THIS INSIDENESS

Smiling all the while, happy as a child
singing soothing songs, bubbling bounties long
giggles that I feel, wondering if its real
then comes crashing down, smothered by a frown.

 This chemical reaction bursting brains to fractions
stomach walls eroding and butterflies exploding
mouth steady running, pockets empty spending
then comes crashing down, smothered by a frown.

YOU ARE SPECIAL TO GOD

YOU ARE SPECIAL TO GOD

you are special to God all the time
you are original no one like you
you are unique and valuable- a pearl
you are worth alot to HIM-the world

Other people may think not much of you
God thinks you are extremely wonderful

You may think God couldnt love you so
but HE -Christ died to let you know

You feel alone, forgotten and forsaken
take him at word and open your heart
then in time your  love will grow
He doesn't love you cuz you loved him, no!

He dont love you cuz of what you do
he loves you cuz he created you
others may not think much of you
but surely your heavenly father do

Hes been watching you all the time
helping you as much as you allow him to
you are Gods work of art, a masterpiece
he wants you to make him your centerpiece

So why resist his love any longer
call him in and let him win
Jesus wants whats best for you
blessings in every area of life its true

God desires the genuine all the way
he doesn't like to force, you're free
to accept him or reject him is up to you
stop waiting on him, he waiting on you.

Whatever you decide always remember this
God loved you and wants your happiness
you are original and cannot be replaced
he payed the price, so dont let it waste.


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Inspired
PoetMutabazi

INSPIRED

INSPIRED

Every hand can do a thing to earn a living
Anyone who does nothing will never get something
Every man has a skill he can use at will
so he can see all he made and say "it is good $$$"
A truth we reap what we sow thats the way it go

so if you dont sow you'll have nothing to show
Its not rocket science- just plant a seed
we all have something for someone in need

Happy Sabbath

HOW I HATE SIN

HOW I HATE SIN

Its like poison all you need is to swallow

Its like pleasure all you need is a touch

Its like pain but all you want is more

its like medicine except its not the cure

how I hate sin her smell is nausiating 

her charms consuming, there is no fighting

but I fight sin, im not lying

though its tempting, im not stopping

Sin is elusive, destroying always recurring

never ending 

how I hate sin, sin in me

how I hate sin, sin in others

it leaves me mourning, always sighing

but I fight sin, im not lying

I seek perfecting myself each day

im hoping she would go away

but she never will so I stand my guard

though to resist her blush is very hard

but I know sin, I know her very well

its tempting, but dont fall for her spell

sin is danger and its all around

watchout might just go under ground

how I hate sin, sin in me

how I hate sin, sin in others

but im nevr giving in, i'll keep fighting

just to keep up righteous living

cuz sin will never get the priviledge to know me

will never be a victim to her sorcery

she strikes her blow, I strike two in return

every seeking always trying to learn

Cuz sin is corrupting, soul salvation spoiling

keeping people locked in, shacked in chains of sin

I keep on avoiding the presence of sin

I keep dodging anything with sin

but sin is everywhere its so scary

the music, the moviez, church or school

on television on radio its all around us

lord help us all!

Sin has entered the home, found a seat at church

shouting halleluia while sitting on her perch

I think im paranoid, sin I cant avoid

sin got two feet and two hands

and dresses nicely in suit and tie

sin is so bad she makes us think  we cool

we smile at the mirror but its she who rules

to talk about sin I havent even begin, sin, sin is in

Sin is in fashion, she wears the latest fit

all she asks is just a little bit

How I hate sin, lord knows,
sin is evil, and evil it shows

sin has to end there is no other way

whats in the dark will be revealed one day

Sin is a germ that leads for the next

I chose the good nature, I dont want the bad

I chose the light features, I dont want the dark

Sin is all around, how shall we escape

we need the blood of Jesus to keep us awake

Better be Christ-like and come back resurrection

than be poisoned by sin, her terrible infection

Mythical_Poet
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A POEM FROM NOWHERE

 A POEM FROM NOWHERE

What blissful sabbath ended the moon
antennas of joy flying ka bloom
tempers resting weary hands and feets
until next light in our eyes to meet
A kiting day and thrillers play meek
what blissful sabbath ended the moon.

Mythical_Poet