Kind Of Love. (K.O.L)

I think I need the kind of love we both imagined
I mean the kind of love they barely mentioned
I mean the kind of love that makes February 14 just a date
Because every other day is another chance to spell love from fate.

I need this kind of love that is never understood in Latin or Greek
I mean the kind that barely cares how much I wear all week
Whether the finest from the dollar tag boutique or the recycled from bend-down boutique
We compliment each other for looking perfectly unique

I mean the kind of love that makes the artist in me careless about fashion
Because it's only her I find worth impressing
And I do appreciate my audience but surely don't wanna give them the wrong impressions.

I need the kind of love that gives your ideas an audience
Place a kiss on your forehead as if in acceptance
And whispers into your ears how they barely made any sense

I mean no need for pretense but what I seek has never been.
Only hoped, told, dream of or most probably inspired by a movie scene
You know that very one that filled us with so much dreams when we were teens
I'm probably just saying if not asking...... why define what we share by what they expect we be......
When actually what we share has never been?

Pampanaa

L.A.W Abiding

A brother serves jail time for a crime he did one time
One time or most times I'm never saying he's right
But he's guilty of stealing bread to save another man's life
Yet the police brought guns to arrest a man unarmed
Jabbed and slapped him down unto his knees
And all he could whisper was..... please

Please, I'm just a broke man trying to survive in these streets
No one to help and I've got younger siblings to feed
For lack of honest jobs I even turned down selling weed
But what's that worth anyways when it's only a condemned man you see.

On the elevated platform sits the man who upholds the law
Or uses it at will to hide his deeds and flaws
Today he doesn't bend the law because he's never been at fault
And even when he does he can afford an attorney
Or just wave a dollar bill and the police does his will

Who knows if the mallet he so upholds came out of his wallet

Crimes and laws will fight all day and night
But crimes will always break laws when they have the right
Because you are only condemned when it comes to light
All the laws you left broken in the shade of night.

So choose a side whiles you have a choice

But if you break the laws,...

Just don't get caught!

Pampanaa

Unique Creator

Happy is the man who trusts in Jehovah
Righteousness will walk before him like Noah
No matter your tongue, be it Ewe or Xhosa
Remember you are dealing with a merciful and compassionate persona

Put your trust in Him and you won't have to look over your shoulder
His word  is Truth and no mere propaganda
So you there reading this sipping your coca cola
Do your best, push hard, contribute your quota
Spread His name from Oklahoma all the way through the Arizona
Tell people He brought fourth the earth, promises Paradise and over
You can do it anywhere, even in your Toyota
Not forgetting you there smoking the marijuana
And your friend beside you inhaling the aroma


Remember He is grand and awe-inspiring to all who surround Him
He is truly good to all who are pure in heart.
A perfect example is our very own Aunty Hannah
You can - just like that man Saul
Who literally changed his name to Paul
Make known His faithfulness to all generations.
                                                              Kandlelightrhymez
                                                               Mothyrhymez

A weird girl I met today

She sat next to me,
The bus was not that full,
She took a palm mirror,
Her hand went straight to the hair,
Dark and well curved face,
I thought I should compliment,
But she was repulsive,
The face that looked abusive,
So through out the journey,
The silence wasn't broken,
A spasm of infatuation ,
I felt with such an unwelcoming bus mate,
But that was my today's fate,
A weird girl I met today...

#mothyrhymez

                                                   A Life's Work

Life is nothing more than a poet's words
 written on a scrap of parchment
Pen to paper, mind to reality, 
We are all stories created
What lies in your pages?
Darkness and pain or flourishing color and life? 
Look within and the pages turn back
Read the works of your author and smile
Whoever you may be you are perfectly you 
And that's all you can ever aspire to be.

#Pampanaa
#Nino Brown
# Nonfa crew

Poetry jux got me thinking?
Doesn't have to rhyme always.

#mothyrhymez