Born to Die | Die to be Born

If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.

Napoleon Hill

Oh Tell Me!

Bold baby born into a world so black
It lacks the ability to be bright.
Where in every bad trade there is a mad jack
Ready to steal your smile in the night,
So that he can hide it in his room-
Where everyday he plots your doom.

How in your ignorance you have the sense
To be happy and not like an old man tense
Because he will soon step into his grave
And enter back into mother natures womb.
Whilst you many a year have to be brave
To save the hearts of ladies from the tomb.

I’ll Tell You!

Old man who’s weak hands hold me in his frail arms
Who’s back lacks the strength to stand tall and straight
And who smells of the stink that shall always bait
The lovely lady death to come your way.
As she’s been attracted to all your charms
So she’ll make you for your long life pay.

That i’m happy because long have i been dead
In our mothers womb that’s also a tomb
And i’d forgotten how much life has to give.
Until now when i was born again
Into a world in which there’s much to smile for.

Lazarus Shatipamba

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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A Torn Man

The question isn’t who is going to let me; its who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand

I am
A torn man.

Caught in the tug of war
Of three really beautiful ladies.

One tugs at my mind
The other at my heart
And the other, pulls at my penis.

I do not know
What to do

Do i extricate my mind?
And leave my heart blind to finding love,
And my penis burning with desire?

Or do i unclasp my heart?
From the grasp of the lady holding it
In exchange for a crazy mind
And a pissed penis?

Or do i follow where my penis points
And forget about making art
With the lady holding my heart?

And where shall i sow my seed
If i let go of the one my penis needs?

Such a dilemma i find myself in.

But i’ll have to choose, and soon
Lest i find myself being torn to pieces.

Lazarus Shatipamba

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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Gone Back

If you do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten.

Tony Robbins

I have gone back to the old way
Of writing poetry,
With a pen and paper in my hand.

I spill ink on my canvas
Hoping it has the answers
To the questions captive in my mind.

Like how do i reinvent myself
Into a poet that pens poems on paper?

After composing many on a computer
Gave me the ability to edit
My work without tossing a single page.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Lazarus Shatipamba

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Being Aloof

The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime. It is never too late to become what you could have been.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Asked the dog why i’m so aloof
Like a wolf in his youth, on the roof
With no proof of his preys hoof.

So jumps off to land on the boxes that go
Boof boof boof when you land on their roof.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

When the dog asked why i’m so aloof
I knew i had to tell the truth truth truth
Like a lover in the truth booth booth.

So i made sure i have all the proof to prove
The truth of my words in their youth, youth youth.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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