Balance

What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.

Zig Ziglar

I am not
more grateful for my pen
that bleeds its blood out, to talk about
practicing to perfect practicing


Then i am
of my paper


Where i wield words
with a will, inspires me to hold, my quill with a skill
dazzles damsels distressed not to stress
and torn man not to morn, when there is less.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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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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