Sam my Poet

Man made, mistake intent from content of a lost poet, the blind prophet, metaphors recited to incite through puns unguided, contexts from prospects of ancient texts, truth noted, i rhyme often as i write dense content. Ignite grey matters with lines from stone tablets, forgotten writings newly quoted, heads node as jaws lay open, coming to pass prospects like the few chosen. I battle webster with oxfords lessons, remain being like breath filled persons, broke... Maybe but i pay attention, release tension like massage moments, feels good dont it? Melodies unrestrained, maintained through time, i proclaim, insane like sanities gains, close your eyes and let Ur brains learn. I write to challenge absoluteness, rhyme to meditate at mediums where truths is, prudence, like floating microphones i fictionalize these, marry my imagination and find happiness, in true sense some poets hurt my feelings with their rubbish, i believe its rudeness... My queens essence keeps me smiling now thats trueness, love this:-) unrestrained tacticks, this is my tract of black magic, lyrical wordsmith, real fresh like the prince but am no black smith lol... 

 By Sam Moyo

Music healer of my Soul

Thought i would share the music that i like to listen too. Hope you enjoy it.

Deep Dealer Mixed by J-Cue
https://soundcloud.com/jcue/deep-dealer-pt-2

Praise

The almighty has revealed his splendor
Basking in his glory i am drowned in his favor
Serenity over shadows the misconception of doubt evoked by guilt
morning glaze a minor reflection of his promise, his word takes flight
So i will own the day and saw upon the wings of his grace and mercy
for i am his and he is mine.

empty

Life is an empty hike trail, its only once you know true loneliness that you find yourself.
it is in true silence when God speaks.
Silence is Gods language

its when you are truly hungry that you experience fulfillment
am satisfied with nothingness, am content.

i Missed you (ME)

i am who i am going to be!

So come now stars of wonder so i can gaze upon you before the last sunset....

Charity begins at Home.

Real test

Often we settle for less because we didn't meet the best. But when you get the best, it gives you the power to let go of the rest [...] Jesus will not deny you because of your past. He will not scrutinize your every action. He will take you as you are, and give you rest. And He will provide a peace that surpasses all understanding (Phil 4:7)"
-Bishop TD Jakes

Writen in stone

I love you, these wordz hav been ingravd in stone and my heart fossolisd within,
now do you understand why am nt easly broken
, if you love me you will dig me, dust me and uncover me with care,
this kind of love is reserved for thoze who dare,
hidden within tightly held bondz of carbon and clay r remainz of a far greater bond.
The untouched desire so passionatly boned in and ready to be discovered.
Dont try and read me 4 i am these wordz within stone.
Discover me and il lay in stone with u 4 eternity.
Never to be discovered but rather uncovered in totality.
Then only will i b broken inlove, and released from the boundz of fear.
The wordz i love u,will leave my mouth pure and clean. So discover me and lets lay together within stone.like dinasorz will b a good secret gone wrong!

Can We

Can we pretend we had our first fight,
en awake the sun at first light.fabricat liez like false phrohets burnin in truth acid.
this world is alighnd not inside bt aside.for fairy-tales r as common as thives.
so wen shal we colid like commets 2 form life to its fulnes.
u evade me like the sun evadez the artic.
my heart melts 4u as if it was made of plastic..
a glanc of u leavs my heart static..ohh zee the last letter, b my last n neva flee...
complexity wil always inspire me to thee..now u no how i fl abt ur toes!

Stolen thoughts (DONG)

Did you know that your smile saps all my energy and makes me tremble beneath my feet?
that my heart recites linguistic toungues in silence, because spitting may taint it?
that my fears are the only thing rstricting me from allowing me to share my bodys every thought?
Did you know that i like drawing your face with every corner of my brian?
That i fantacise about your laugh, and correct myself when i get it wrong?
that my heart radiates at the slightestthought of you?
Did you know that i know you wonder if i ever think of you?
that your thoughts give me away and you find me sittingthere at the centre of your dreams?
I know im getting agead of myself, but i bet you didint know i could write a storyabout how you make me feel.....that my heart is brave enough to feel for you but my lips too cautious to whisper the words.
 If you didnt know, maybe you will know one day.

My job

I apear dull and pathetic for i am
i smell of fear and wear laziness for i am
i run and lie like a cheater for i am
i stael your time and money like a teacher for i am.

Big thanks to all those that taught me*

hello

it seems every five steps i take i myself drag my feet back 6. so i now take 6 steps bak and jump 7. I guess slow and steady it is. I have lost all sense of accomplishment even that attached to my name????? i have however found something worth living for. is it true that live begins when you give up? or is it when you are 40. Well am getting there somehow. for some reason i have this feeling am going to die young. then i was told the good die young, so thats that amd pulling a Mugabe. The amount of self hate,doubt,guilt all attributedd to sin is revolting i must say even though its not that bad i guess. but who am i kidding whenever you compare your acts or sins to some1s you know its late. so i was told off the other day by my "friend" after talking to noni about it, it seems it was a bitter act shown through compassion. it takes real guts to tell some1 off. i appreciate anyone who can do that with me. got to much wok now, plus am tryintg to get things ryt with me though am floping. I shall soon share what i have been writing. Dark days gloom, hello sunshine jesus strom come......

Mighty love

The almighty has revealed his splendour

Busking in his glory I drown in his favour

Grace over shadows the miss-conception of doubt evoked by guilt

Morning glaze a minor reflection of his promise, his word takes flight

So I soar upon his wings of mercy and freedom

For I am received gladly in his kingdom

Dear life

Its mimicry of slaves as chains fall like autum leaves-HOPE
Errect statues of void shapes with little sentimental blaze i do not gaze-CHOICE
Sanctimonous interlect exposed like glaciers in dubai, poisin character falsified like a phobia-FEAR

I sit in all incomplete and void, the world vivid in 3d
as sand filters through my gaping soul
I feel my flesh detach from my bone as my skin crawls
My life a trudge up this uphill called life

Dear life thanks

love blind

If love is blind, let us gouge each others eyes out,
relocate to opposite ends of the poles and start soul searching.
If then we manage to find each other,
then shall i see love for what it is!

Love does, it has little to say (Father`s Day)

Bitch,slut and whore are wordz he never muttered to me, its true that one would rather be respected than loved but at 9 love was a far greater scheme, i found embrace and dignity in his ways for life was but a game. The totality of which he accepted my growth and adulthood took much practie to master, he did with such patience he outshone even himself, he can never be a mortal being for he understood me more than he understood himself, my world had become his,while he got lost in his. Even when the brutality and dysfunction of life took a hold of me, his lap and shoulders seemed as warm and big as the equator, for in his presence i felt the roth of his furry against thoze who oppesed and neglected me, what a beast to have such a beautiful soul. Mama,ntombi and princess are wordz he now associates me with at 20. I feel the wind of change and freedom carry me to my dream with his care and support as my wings am bound not to fail, now all i need to rmbr is i am daddys little girl"

To all those that have lost fathers and mothers, i admire and salute your strength and courage to push on and live....I pay God keeps you and sustains you....

Unknown-title

"Careless mistakes, careless memories, breaks down infront of me, I only wanted to have fun, why hurt me? Heart hard as stone with hidden fears, I love in silence no one hears, eyes of ice never to melt, locked feelings never felt, spirit of steel never broken, frozen emotions left unspoken.Its dark in this place once filled with hopes and dreams now change to pain and hatred.I don't know how to go back to the sunshine, I only know rain and right now I watch the moon its my only trusted friend .it understands and listens. Though it never talks to me throughout my life. its my last light. My last light of hope,dreams and my one love and that shall never die out".

BAcK tO BaSicS

i had forgoten what it was like to be a child agian.I do not care how old you are, now and then we have to live as a child, not act childish but live like one. Children have no care, they love laugh and share that is the world as they know it. I had become caught up in the world of Adulthood. I feel free now, i spoke to old mates, laughed and smiled without care and even tried to make new friends. The joy of allowing oneself to become vulnerable is far more precious than to protect oneself from the bitter world.

HAving Said thAt i shall continue to strive to become all that i can be and see the world in eyes of a child. Forgive without hesitation, cry when i am hurt love and laugh cause i can.

The path

Woke up feeling unworthy to be alive, a sense of anxiety set in at first light. A new day meant finding inspiration which has been hard to come by. Those reminders ofpast sin and a fading relationship with God added to the paradox of waking to inspire young minds. The fringe of my existance thus far has been based on false love and hope, hanging onto every word and sentance offered to me in the promise of finding solace. my dreams and faers no longer the fuel to my future, guilt and "love" a constant reminder of where i am in my life.
8:am this morning was going to be abit diiferent. I had forgton that i had to share for house prayer
80 boys were waiting for me to inspire and share with them. I was not ready or prepared. i was told on the spot that it was me that had to share.
15 minutes is all i had.
I then realised i had a story to share with them, that i had told people in bits and pieces.
8 years of my life have not made sense to me and so i went on to explian that.....
I was engineered to play sport but somehow life insured i did not.

In summary the path we choose is not always best for us, it takes years sometimes to realsie the talents we have are not meant for self glory in some cases. I have won plenty of games on the field but not as a player but as a coach. Thank God for who and what i have become.

Whenever you find yourself wondering how you got to a certian place in your life becuase that was not what you had in mind. Realise that every path you take is a path atleast taken.
We all have dreams and goals, share them and notice the change in you.

We do not receive from God based on what we deserve, but on what we believe----
When God is not part of the picture our work has nor value or meaning------
those that fall and fail are mere examples of how great God is-----
problems are the sum total of fiath + grace - worry(-anxiety x -depression) = Gods peace

"control"

at full stretch i let go
love as i know it exists no more
the faint silent droplets of hope destroyed
for a lack of faith and truth i obeyed
tell love to swindle me into holistic views of religion
and let’s ask God while we at it, if i can be forgiven
i dial up courage to write for i am not in control

faith a shadow at dusk drowning in sorrow and love a lustful bondage all too clear under darkness
integrity and a smile the amour for my sadness
money i have not but a few words i do
i dial up no courage but He is in control over all.