IM SAYING

100 PERCENT OF INNOCENT

who's 100 percent innocent
who's 100 percent pure
whos 100 percent perfect
who's 100 percent sure
who knows 100 percent
of everything there to knows
who can say 100 percent
thats the way to go

 


IM SAYING

Its easy to write poems but very hard to get paid for them.
To make songs is cool but you'll have a warm time gettin play
I dont care I just write, not cuz I want to, I have to

 

HIT-LIST

There,s a hit-list for all young people of the land
listen to my words children and try to overstand
you're in danger so this time try to know your maker
for they're out to get you unless you change that number
I know times are harder, just gotta tough it out
but if you believe you'll find some water in the drought
we are young so we cant let them win
don't give up my friends,you just go...tta look within
there's a hit-list out with your name on it
if you don't mind it wont matter no worry's about it
don't let them get you, just be strong and do you
their time is already over, so keep going & stay true
the question is are you gonna go down by swallowing
what they give you to eat?
Or will you rise to the occasion celebrating their defeat?
The choice is yours

Martin m Semu
12-May 2013

If you are sick then say it. If you know it not, am sorry.
If you are tired, then take a nap and come back soon
if you are weak, then its better to stay out of fights
if you are strong then dont admit it, someone is watching
"A Poet confessing to mental illness is like a weigh lifter
admitting to muscles"-Roddy Lumsden
why then are Poets not able to seek help openly
society can take from the pages... of Poets
after all didnt Poets write the greatest book of all time?
To admit a Poets name is to identify with the street madman
To call yourself a Poet is a serious thing indeed
Can you jump off a cliff? Can you swim with sharks?
Are you nuts enough to join the Poets tribe?
It is a lonely road and one without a definite end.
take it from me.

DIRECTION

Where is my direction? You have to know.
Giving up is easier than giving in.
Dont give up!
Give in
When you give up, only place left is down
When you give in you can give out your best
I dont give up, I give in
forget the odds keep counting
... dont look down, look a head
it will take a head to keep you going.
Give in, just give in and start living
no matter what comes dont give up
give in and then give out

Today ive been thinking about all this we do
are we moving in the right direction
or are we going with the flow of things
Are we living or just surviving
There is much confusion between the two
If you are surviving it means you stay alive
if you are living it means you are alive
If you follow the flow you go down stream
if you follow the sky then you're above it all
Id rather follow the sky for I was made to fly
and Id rather do it alone than walk with crowds
crowds will take you where sheep get slaughter
sky's are where eagles reside and do not hide

Martin M Semu
12-May 2013

SILENCE 

Why do I keep silence? it is safer. Why do I stay to myself? I cant help it.
Why do I think these thoughts. Its the way I am. Why am I the way I am?
Because God made me so. And I love him for that.

Why don't I keep much friends? Its the same reason I write. What is the
best thing I ever did? Accept the way I am. What is my worst fear?
That there is no cure for my disease. What is my painful pleasure?
Everytime I pick a pen. That is my medicine

 QUESTION

Are there good girls left they say? Worry not for that. Rather is there any such
thing as good. What is good? What is bad? Is it possible to be bad and still
be good. I don't know. perhaps. What better way to be good than to admit
you're not.

 WHAT IS LIFE

What is life without friends, not all friends are friends, so better to have one friend
than ten friends who are not friends. Show me what a good time is?
There is no good time except NOW. NOW is the only good time we have, so
spend it wisely and keep the change for later.

 IGNORANCE

If ignorance is the start then knowledge is the end

but opinion is the bridge between the two, that is true, that is true. 

You can prove your knowledge by showing your ignorance,

 but you cant prove your ignorance by knowledge. knowledge 

will protect you like a warm coat in winter, 

but ignorance waits to chain you to a life of hard labor
called he say she say.

Martin. m semugeshi

 SOCIETY

I question society and this thin line of sanity stretched by humanity
called reality; could it be fantasy that we take so factually
to be reality while rationally forsaking opinions for opinions?
Prove your opinion as sanity without prompting an accepting
of a possibility blindly and then we may know the better theory

Martin M. Semu

TRACING A PROPHETS PEN

What pains do labors pay for pleasure
such times are there for a Pennys work
much sense relies on words of spook
the tracings of Prophets poetry fits truth
do deeper like wells dug for living waters
so higher than kites flown in summer knights
Such madness is words such insanity is writing
tottering on the edge of glory my pledging curse

damned for a life of verse, a moody trust
the opposite of times line after line in rhymes
the sickness of joy and the wellness of tears
lo, do not try to understand these lines of mine
tracing a Prophets pen nonsense, nonsense then
sweet ecstasy in silence, pay for your highness
double edged lines of mine constantly trying
look up for your showers,eternal towers of youth
ta ta children dried mouth victims of savagery
chirp chirp clock speaking revealing humble truth
mighty men bow in lions den, all victims in them.

Mythical_Poet
draft 1- 11-May 2013

POETRY'S SECRET TRUTH

(here we go again like
epics of Gilgamesh)

Wordplay
This like an epic of Gilgamesh
trying to treat the sickest poem
but where to find the words
my skill level is still a baby on

the breast milk of her mommy
all I need is the mic of inspiration
to put pen to paper properly
how can I say whats on my mind
when the words I cannot find?
But im sure I'll sneak a way
to steal poetry's secret truth
record it in my mental booth
then play it back to the youths
yet,
nothing I write is good enough
reason to keep writing stuff
the truth she kept it silently
I raid my thoughts so violently

Mythical_Poet