POET’S AUTOBIOGRAPHY |
01 LIFE IS NOR MINE TO JUDGE...
The amassing, made me old...
THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES
This, is the diurnal...
TOGETHER
I grasp...
SOUTH AFRICA FOUND HIS FREEDOM
South Africa found his freedom...
THE SERVANT
I am, an instinctive slave...
A physique isn't a true person
But a symbol of identity...
So many things come to share their presence
Here we are; comin' behind...
You are heartily chosen
It is not my response to deny...
I know it's done...
Each pain rise from my thoughts...
YOU SHOULD HAVE CONSIDERED WELL...
I knew when you did not love me...
Never let the person you love go; especially if it's thy fault. |
If life is measured by time, then what measures time? |
Never underestimate the things you do not know; because some may be exactly what you're seek for. |