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Aug 2013 · 1.3k
...to never forget.
Nhlanhla Moment Aug 2013
Don't forget that I remember that you
have a memory. Gay yet mellow
knitting this momentous tapestry,
embracing moments of you and me...
And I will remember thee
Aug 2013 · 2.1k
The Association..
Nhlanhla Moment Aug 2013
And now... The coming of the Pleaidian
order. Some call it call it the Second
Coming. The rapture or ascent to
heaven. It is said that in the
constellation called the Seven Sisters,
the planets are highly advanced. There is no money, pain, suffering, division or
confusion. They use tubes to travel
much like railways. The influence of the
Pleaidians on Earthlings has been long
imposed, from the Yahweh
Consciousness (The Deluge times) to the Messiah Projects. On Earth the public receives the picture
spread by the holders of the Media. In
truth there is a psychic war that has
been going on for millenia. From the
time of the gods down to present
human idols, be it Kings, presidents, athletes, celebrities or politicians and
vicars of religious institutions. With the Matriarchy uprising, men have
been have faced with a destructive
challenge. It can be said that men have
done women a lot of harm and it is
now their chance to hurt men. But then
that is vengeance and not justice. Which brings us to factions
representing Councils positioned in the
Galactic Federation of Councils. There
are forces of Light and there are forces
of Darkness. Which would be apparent
with the way things are on Earth. You have the Dragon Queen network and
you have Daughters Of MA and time-
travelling agents. There is a chaos
manipulated from above. There is a
divine connective power of ******
*******. This power creates a third energy which can be used for good or
evil. Which is important for dark
magicians to increase their power and
effect psychic manipulation. This power is encouraged to be kept at
a low-vibrational frequency, hence
have we lust. With lust the bond of love
and its frequency is affected. And
hence we have meaningless
relationships, heartbreaks and separations. This is because ******
******* at high positive-vibrational
frequencies will create an energy that
will uplift the consciousness of the
planet Earth. This is only half the story. That's the
metaphysical perspective. With
Capitalism on a high and matriarchy-
vengeful rising men have been feeling
the pinch. This is because the point is to
keep us apart. Money makes relationships very complex. This is why
nowadays there are more women who
love money rather than love itself. You
can imagine how it must have been
done behind the curtains; you put
members of influence on the forefront and you dress them up, teach them
how to think, behave and carry
themselves; these members become
prototypes for multiple avatars. Yes
brainwashing techniques, put women
under sync mode and simulate behaviour and then this builds a
consciousness. It is said that when the
human hybrids were made by the star
people; genetic engineers, they were
implanted with crystal chips,
programmed to make us intolerant of each other. Back to the consciousness,
with women already wearing a deep
hollow wound of being mistreated and
dehumanized by those called men;
different forms of zeitgeist can be used
by the powers with a promise to heal those wounds. So woman would now become the
new enemy of the two sexes. In the
future men would have a *** change
just to have the benefits and the right
to feel human. Now, these avatars
would be recruits of The Association, unknowingly, they called them
working girls. The order was basic,
wear the suit; make-up, loud colours
and tight clothes and market yourself
through the various social portals.
Every weekend a working girl would get free drinks, drunken *** (if she
wanted), she'd have a bf just for
security, and then stand in's for basic
expenses; food, cosmetics, hair-do,
and clothes). At the last levels of her
missions, she would choose a tamable guy who can afford her, this guy
would be too submerged in his ego to
what's coming. To secure the deal, the
objective is to have the guy impregnate
you. Then it's pretty much inevitable
from there. She plays good wife for a number of years, brings children, not
too many though, then when she is fed
up comes the divorce and alimony.
Done and dusted; game won. The game was fair in the beginning for
it was intended for bad and abusive
men but then it got corrupt and it
spread from world capitals to citcies
down to towns and even developing
rural areas. To make matters worse, the recruits were now found in girls who
were only in high school. The vision
was to tame girls from an early age to
use men as *** slaves and money
outlets. This was the order of The
Association. Vengeance or Justice? Or just plain manipulation. The
Association...
Aug 2013 · 1.4k
How Can You Be A Friend?
Nhlanhla Moment Aug 2013
How can you be my friend if you envy me?
How can you be my friend if you have a heart not free?
How can you say you love me when love you've yet to see?
How can you tell me you support me when half the time yourself you cannot be?

And memories there are
chuckles and deep thoughts shared
Now situation delivers pain and tears are shed
A friend you'd still be when nothing's said
But insecurity has to intervene
oblivious of the fact that you do not love thee
However it may seem you have issues that are real
However it may seem I have scars and wounds that are deep

Given into negative emotion, our friendship would be over and seem like a dream
over like a dream for your self is all that matters, how are we a team?
You talk behind my back about my flaws
all the things that you secretely abhor
Out you go then, there's the door.

How can you be my friend if you use me?
How can you be my friend if you fear to lose me? Rather than cherish to have me
How can you be my friend if you continually bruise me?
How can you be my friend if you find it hard to fuse with me?

I am my own friend in my head
Hence have I the heart to find comfort in giving
Often reluctant to be on the end of receiving
Tolerant of impositions perilous and demeaning
I am the strange guy whom to most has no meaning
Who is a diamond once I start winning
I have been searching for fungi repellent
To avoid parasites that feed on a heart excellent
Our friends can be enemies, that's rebellion
If you cannot treat me as friend, like I would, goodbye then.
Jul 2013 · 894
Best Shot
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
to love, to hate
to have, to lose
a twist of fate
the chance so blue
and I had you

The shine so bright
and the drama of the night
How we argue and fight
Flaunting each other's might
Talking and trying to be right
it is a ring filled with ***** of flames

I touch and love you
you go the other way looking for another to rub you
perhaps secure you with money and lies
beautiful lies, lilies and sparks
And I am unjust to speak the truth
Cold for being myself
-Unappreciated- I'd rather be by myself

and you're hesitant to give me meaning
and you are reluctant to make me feel worthy
for your ego gets in the way of your judgment
you become political and refuse to give me "power"

unaware that the only power is the bond that we share...
Which has those longing for love stare
and the brave care to dare

So you make me feel helpless
that you are wanted by others and that they are better
that they can have you and I will be left with "I" the letter

If only you knew how your smile threw me
made me feel like love is all there is
and that beauty is,
and not a programmed picture caused by a chemical reaction -
Inspired by soul and mind interaction,
if only we could connect like that
away with adultery, I'd rid that hat
... But you choose others over me
keep me waiting, uncertain and wondering
I am an ice block burning in a hot ***
and the cook has intense energies
he could let me burn to vapour
please save me and no more "call you later"
without you I'd be a lonely ellipsis, only a full stop
But you take me for granted, so leaving you is my best shot.
Jul 2013 · 704
Midnight Lover
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
It is late in the night,
you gravitate to this place without a fright
you become my midnight lover
are you a being of light, elemental, witch or vampire?

As you come, a thin whirl curls and hugs the air
your essence whispers to my soul and I know you're here
We go to galaxies and beyond
I remember the time we got mischievous and watched a Big Bang
Such a moving and disturbing sight, a blockbuster vision...
Would it be a block at all if it wasn't a molecule stored... Deep within the prism of the mirror of creation
glistening and transforming taking different forms as it becomes matter.

After the cosmology comes the fusion:
Your waves hooked on love strike my mind energy field like a lightning bolt
The smoke clears and we're in a new world again
We make love and do it justice
Stimulating Beings in Varying Dimensions
Soon after, with the vision comes conception of new worlds;
our paradise
We spend eternities gracing the beauty of light
Moving through past, present and future

Forever is ours... But for the hour, linear is my time, oh so sour
the night has to end
and soon the sun will rise again
and then you will disappear, and I will be lonely for crystal won't be my tears
I will remember you even if you were a dream, However it may seem. Oh Midnight Lover.
Jul 2013 · 866
sometimes
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
Sometimes I feel broken,
illiterate when no words are spoken
sometimes I feel bitter and cold when my demons start choking
my neck til' I'm half asleep
and a weakening vibe runs knee deep

Sometimes I feel wounded when the hurt is out in the open
sometimes I weep tears of ice,
for they froze before I could show the world that I can cry
sometimes it's easier to frown and harder to smile
sometimes a single step seems like a mile
sometimes time asks me why I'm late and in time I answer; I don't know why
sometimes the pieces of me feel like the whole image of me
sometimes the sand feels like water when the sun shines
This is a view that makes me feel like I can fly
this takes me to a state where I want to die

Sometimes I forget the things noteworthy
Sometimes I remember the things never noticed
am I fool or a genius to notice?
Sometimes the weakness in me is all the strength my soul can feed
sometimes the hope I hold is the only dust I can bleed
in office as always, serving positivity
sometimes it's adversity, other times frivolity
It is a continual duel and I cannot let time wrestle me.
Jul 2013 · 1.1k
I am a Wreck
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
Broken and wounded, I am a wreck
I am the shadows of dust
the sands of lost worlds
The pauses in rhythms constant
the gaps in words spoken

I believe in change
I see evolution with a revolution
only just with trust invested and not confusion
Poetry is my refuge when facing mind pollution

I slow the chaos and feel constriction
I Spiral in a twirling wave, repitition my addiction
I am mopping the dirt of my own flaws
I am a slave to this dictation

I believe in breaking free, like a tender worn leaf
I whisper to nature and speak to trees
The sweetness conveyed sends me bees
I fly to the ocean skies and wish a cloud bright were mine
I break a hundred times, this then of success a thousand times - a sign

I am a wreck looking to work
I believe in chance and romance
I remember honour before fear and cowardice
some believe in Jesus
some believe in Science, calculations and estimations
some believe in Satan, accepting that he is a victim in this whole situation

some believe that you shouldn't believe, but that is a belief outside of the common belief logical complex
I am a wreck searching for repair
a broken lover looking for a heart none can compare
I swallow the smoke wild in the air
I am a beast of Samson's hair...
The star running on ground when cheerleaders cheer
I am a wreck looking to share, a breath of vitality with those who may dare.
Jul 2013 · 2.8k
Erotica Epitome
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
Janet Jackson - Let's Wait A While
2. Ralph Tresvant - Love At First Sight
3. En Vogue - Waitin' On You
4. Meshell Ndegeocello - Let Me Have You
5. Jade - Give Me What I'm Missing
6. Janet Jackson - Anytime Anyplace
7. El DeBarge - Love Me Tonight
8. Michael Sterling - Lovers & Friends
9. El DeBarge - You Are My Dream
10. Floetry - Imagination
11. Tevin Campbell - Shhh
12. Keith Martin - Never Find Someone Like You
13. Meshell Ndegeocello - Soul Searchin
14. TLC - Red Light Special
15. En Vogue - Everyday


Erotica epitome, your lips so soft, I am standing on my toes
Beautiful and ******, sensual sensational music playing in the background
and with a kiss we were
high and turned on, submerged in ******* tones
Beeping and aroused *****
But then the songs ended.

May the memory melismatic in every sense that permeates colour and oozes flavour... Live on, long after the songs have ended.

Erotica Epitome
Jul 2013 · 349
...and let us kiss...
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
I am not crying because I am in pain, I
am crying because it's raining in my
heart for you shine so bright. Now let
me water our love with a kiss. You fill
me up.
Jul 2013 · 405
Send Me
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
Wall build me breadth
Spiritual soldiers save mine breath
Trials strengthen me to solid stance
Positive energies lead me to Light trance

Floors carry me that I fly on these ruins for ground
Beautiful and lovely leaves send me a breeze sound
I hope the emotion created will condense in my soul
Comfort me that warmth may be my own
So I can quickly forget what it means to be alone
Healing me that I may know home
Jul 2013 · 1.4k
Hell Had Me
Nhlanhla Moment Jul 2013
Laying on the columns of hell
waiting for my turn to get molested by demons
I am being warmed up with fire and metal
The grotesque ****** is sharpening forks

I am in the Black of Inner Earth
The lowest point, not much life or vitality
Yesterday I was a man, the day before a woman
Now I am androgynous
They sent me intellect, had me believe I was genius

They traumatized me with images of evil
They eviscerated my chakras
Disintegrated my soul
they told me torture was my destiny
A working demon is better than a burning soul
You trust it to inflict pain, a burning soul uses you for its gain

On Wednesdays we are made to watch Minotaurs have *** with MothPeople
Now and then we are fed ants and swallow burning coal to digest

The Chariot comes and they transport a few to work in other galaxies
where planets are dense,
manipulation rampant,
loneliness a melismic  tune
The only Light is the burning eye and the lava beneath where it is a tomb.
Jun 2013 · 2.3k
Life at the Theatre
Nhlanhla Moment Jun 2013
30 days in. Now, after, out to the market theatre.

People idling, few wondering who pulls the strings
few investigate who paints the streets
who constructs the buildings
it is a show if you slow your vision you will know

You go to a shop, you pick, you pay and go your way
Calculated activity
Prolonged elasticity
And money extends and circulates the sensitivity
the physical defying relativity
Schedules and plans, maps and structures of time
a defined life as I write

You go to church
the congregation settles, the pastor preaches
the congregation responds, "halleluyah" "amen"
songs are sung
tithes paid and progress of church displayed
soon the bell rings and away to our cottages
Cook sunday lunch and a day blessed by God
and sunday after sunday after sunday

You go to school
there's a teacher and students in the classroom
the teacher teaches, questions are asked and notes are taken
Again and again the routine iterates
until tests and assignment dates
how hypnotic this academic tale
promising a better future, a positive fate

And a mall is a town in a cubicle
a church is a social uprising theatrical
a school is a place of worship for the tamable
...and the World a jungle for those who oppose
a haven for the ignorant, a pacific abyss for the survivors of evil. All in all a theatrical play which is a story telling itself in rewind...
Jun 2013 · 5.5k
Sensual Geometry
Nhlanhla Moment Jun 2013
We can do mathematics. I'll simplify
your reasons to kiss me, subtract
doubt, add charm, multiply seduction,
root hope and equate your ****** with
mine.
Jun 2013 · 3.4k
Love Is A Science
Nhlanhla Moment Jun 2013
You comfort me, my cover my blanket
Shocking how our electric bodies met
Interesting how I took you travelling
Overwhelming how you became a sheath of warmth
an epitome of hope

It is a mystery how people combine
Whether it is a case of conflicting individuals
Or the mere phenomenon of how souls pair
I need you before I meet you
I miss you and yet I forget you
Once with you I know I have what I've been looking for

My portal to higher worlds
My partner in creating new energies
It is in making love with me
How the physical eyes close and the ethereal open
Your etheric body glistening as mine charges yours
Joining the divine in creation, where those watching - entertained -
whisper words of motivation
In this centered point of fusion, lust is an illusion
Our vibration high and muse sinking as voice does sigh
Some advanced life-forms jealous and aroused
attempting to possess your body to have a piece of me
The low beings trying to possess me to evil bring

Drenched in sweat but not too wet you bring me closer our bodies frisson set
We dive into wormholes and white holes
The doors of the universe if not windows
Playing hide and seek, hearing vortex points beep
We make fire and plasma lights up
The liquids surrender to heat and speed
a connective energy created
and ******* juices exerted

This would be the end but the physical must be converted
We take a breath and sparks fly passing through the foggy smoke in the air
love is in the air and our chakras dance to rhythm adore
trust then flows and insecurity -jealous- abhors

We then talk about the nothings to avoid this wonderful something
Learning about each other we do not wish to lose one another
The Venusian Tesla would be proud of how we've done electricity justice
This science, this drug, this philosophy, this state
Time has nothing on us we cannot be late
In our future we were dreaming of our past to remember the present
so to figure out how time went

These tongues and curls I speak have me bent
Admiring the cosmic accents
Acknowleding the galactic language
Now I know what the words, "I Love You" mean
for it isn't only a noun or common thing
But a lifestyle in astral streams
A pronoun when brought to the matter world
A verb lived like a movie
A story I will never forget.
Jun 2013 · 1.3k
Losing People
Nhlanhla Moment Jun 2013
It began with a question
the question was in the holy bible:
"Let us make them in our image"
the question became the answer
who are they and what are we?
And whose image is it?

And to the stars I went and back into the oceans
all the while I was losing people
close family and friends
they were dying while I was flying

How life can be unfair, when we lose people and death cheers
These images of us transcending
The image itself Reminiscing about the beginning, the nostalgic tears flowing
Remembering the dysfunctional Creation family
Where brothers fought, a mother caught - in between - the father sad
and evil born thereby polarities - negative and positive
Worlds fell And an Empire rose, of deformed and malevolent souls
In death do we find home?
Or do we gravitate where we focus our consciousness?

ooh-wee! How can we trust then
with a world not promising of peace-men
The beloved being the scornful
wishing you evil and failure
the one you'd die for behind the trigger

how far does it stretch then?
Do we forgive ourselves when we die? Can we inform the living of the world's lies?
Do we get swomped in occupations; possessing mediums and manipulating situations

But here have we the living, live, funny how live is an anagram for evil
so alive would then be "for evil"
trapped in space, time, matter, religion, bodies and uniforms of the system

How can we know that the dead have gone to a better place
Death a strange thing, if you're alive and you're conscious - it's the same thing
the borders of trust wear thin
as you get betrayed by your loved one
you lose the dead and the living
you learn to appreciate those who love you
you learn to see beyond and psychic you become
you see the traces of one's soul
you acknowledge those you can trust... And you stop losing people as your loved ones become everyone.
You find divinity in tranquility, oh the little things - how gigantic they become
You learn that we are a construct of prisms, multiple selves with compartments that we call bodies
You learn that we are a branch in the atom
the closer to the core
the clearer the mirror of who we are and more
... The little things, the root, the essence, how prose and poetry clap hands___
music dancing and karma chanting
oceans ululating
> Joining the Divine
looking with Thee from a window, a view of Thee like that of a boy looking outside of a basement-room window at sunset...
like that of an old man looking down on a garden, sitting in his study
this the construct of the worlds as the tree of life would have it.

Do we truly ever die?
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Watching
Nhlanhla Moment Jun 2013
I am the guy outside the window
Wondering what it must be like to touch,
to feel...
I am the guy who appreciates a few seconds of kindness
Wondering what it means to live in a perfect world

I am the guy who finds success in defeat
Digesting just how strong I must be
Often finding failure in victory, if victory means I sell my soul...

The hours are long and there is so much to do in a second
it boils down to a single act
right down to thought and the moments in between
and the way you perceive the world as you stop thinking
without falling asleep
Reason takes sharper frame
there are so many questions and evident half truths
So outside the window you analyze the grey

and see the curves and spirals
and everything physical becomes an illusion
people and things become props
and life becomes a play
soon enough you reach a point of high epiphany
becoming clairvoyant, pictures and sounds transmitted along the web
the web that connects us all
and temples you see, many sailing in boats
Slaves and Masters, Kings and Councils
and Earth becomes a mirror of everything the verses unison

You deviate from prose and read the poem
a song starts to play and your mind begins to sail
thinking at high wavelengths
what is chaos here, is a planned order up there
and you transcend from dimension to dimension
picking up thoughts, incarnating as a walk in on other realms
taking part in Strategy plans of the Universe
you have a chair in the Federation
all races meet talking about their human and hybrid children

You learn that out there is not too different to in here
there are Spaceships and exhibitions
Aerial restaurants
Cosmic *** in a theatrical sense
the end point being the creation of worlds in voids - worlds absent
And you learn that there are Watchers, they are watching us
Learning about us, taking notes and samples
Sometimes they send telepathic messages
Sometimes they video-mix our dreams
Other times they take you travelling
From Egypt to Mars, From Mars to Konder, Konder to Lyra and back
at this point chaos down here, is a planned order up there
perfection becomes ridiculous as you see evil conducted
Mountains and vortex points, tiny dots on the screens of planet-ships

You wake up and you don't feel quite the same
You can sense vibes of having been through wormholes
Time linear starts all over again
you have to constantly remind yourself of where you are
One thing remains: the memory and They, that They are here and They are watching.
Jun 2013 · 589
Edge
Nhlanhla Moment Jun 2013
L ive
I nside
F iery
E nthusiasm

A lways
T  ake

T ime
H arnessing
E arnestly

P atience
I nspiration       &
T olerance
Jun 2013 · 435
This Feeling
Nhlanhla Moment Jun 2013
To be loved
to be held
to be missed
what a feeling

to be thought of
to be felt
to be dreamt of
what a feeling

to be the better part of
to share memorable moments
to be without when not with that person
what a feeling

to weep because of intense emotion
to tremble and weaken
to sacrifice and give all
oh! what a feeling.
May 2013 · 905
Buried!
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Six feet and thunder
where I'm under the bolt and the surface
finding refuge in a hollow hole knowing not home
Six feet under yet alive and death of me wonder
how it could miss me?
thereby chance would frisk me
find me worthy and whisk me
away to not-a-north unearthly

Cascading in the bright holographic shadows of the horizon
Learning about this fairytale
Y fair tale or furry tail
Will it ever end? Will I go back to my hole?
Playing chequers with moths
using rocks for marbles, shooting away to pipelines
the rock finding its way to tunnels
I play relay but I'm still here
The rock is gone, it the only thing I can enliven,
the closest I can get to freedom - for now.

It's dark, I'm all alone
weakened, betrayed
ask me I will tell you all about despair
so far away is cheer and merriment...
Winter comes and it will pass
its the coldest time of the year
I cannot wait for Spring so the flowers can grow and give me hope
I'm here in my tomb, begging, crying, pleading:
somebody hear me, somebody set me free
this cannot be all I can be

Would mystery fool one to take a shovel and dig me out? Would it? Can it?

Six feet under, buried by the thunder
carried by the moments of impact
where the world hits and the winds clap
Wondering if I will ever shine again
even suicide would do me no justice,
you could hand me a rope and I couldn't hang myself upside down
and my fellow skeletal inmates wonder why my heart doth frown
Sand we once were, now as dust we linger
Waiting for the next wave
hoping for sunshine, if not then heat waves.
May 2013 · 616
Whatness
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Searching for something I do not know
Dancing to music yet to be composed
Where are the heroes? To send me home
Show me the way to be all I may

What is that whatness in the whatons waiting to be whated?
Can't brace myself for the coming
To know what my evolving self is becoming
Should I fear or should I die?
Do I lie still or stand brave and look into its eyes?

Whatness in thee the of that where whence wet then hiding cat does gaze
Few are the lights in the dark
Do I trust the bright eyes of stray cats
or the lighters lit by a crowd of hobos?

What is this thing constricting me in this invisible ring?
Perhaps the future knocking and my eyes popping
I hope it will be my prime where I'll be rocking
rocking, frolicking, bonking, djs jocking, fingers and tongues locking
in thee the of whatons where whence I find the what of my whatness.
May 2013 · 1.2k
Do You Know Evil?
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Have you killed in your dreams?
Have you been attacked in your
nightmares?
Have you ever seen Reptilian ETs chew
babies?
Have you ever seen hybrids swim in copper liquid?
Have you ever heard the Dragon Queen
giggle as evil spreads?

They **** people in some
underground bases
Have you ever imagined that you could
turn androgynous?
Have you ever been brainwashed and
programmed to work for the Shadow Men?
Have you ever witnessed messages
being sent to the silicon people?
Have you ever seen how handicapped
people are genetically engineered?
Have you ever read about how diseases are manufactured?

Have you ever seen a home break?
Have the tears of fallen women ever
dripped on you?
Have you ever seen a heart of
unconditional love tear?
Has it ever occurred to you that we are locked in 3D?
Has it ever occurred to you that we are
mind-controlled slaves?
Did you know that poverty is
manipulated?
Did you know that wars are a way to make profit?
Did you know that our lives are
planned and we work for mob and
royal families who own banking
cartels?

Have you ever shared giggles with the
devil?
Have you ever seen how humans are
used for scientific and medical
experiments?
Did you know that advanced life forms feed on the energy of humans?
Have you ever seen witches at peak
hour?
And the cat cries like a baby, and you're
crying out somebody save me
Have you ever been invited to hell and cities of gold?
Tell me, would you be a soldier bold
when all these evil stories are told?

Do you know Evil?
May 2013 · 664
Tellaby
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
"Born in a brothel, raised in a tavern, rode in a coffin, died in the streets" - Warkos Diméaus (Nhlanhla Moment)

Tellaby Tellaby neater than me
Tellaby telling me her guy I cannot be
She is a girl that all desire
She kindles the day like fire

Tellaby Tellaby she be a queen
Telling me I am not fit and ill-willed
I sought to hold her like the air circles in the wind
I need her like wool and sheep are twins

Tellaby, Tellaby I wish guys could see
This unsurmountable beauty that she shows me
Tellaby tells me I can only wish,
To have her as mine is like sands that have fish.
Not a thing but a telling wish
Tellaby, she has a heart so rich.
For: Don Warkos
May 2013 · 642
purely clandestine
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Your glistening eyes surprised by
fear's demise... You're ready to engage
your body, I must lay you and enter but
not yet... First I make you wet, kissing
you from lip to belly. Your ******* get
hard and your heart starts beating heavy.

You are getting hot, I am stroking you
around your ilium crest, the juices start
gushing and alive is the zest, I pin my
finger on your venus. Move it in and
out, in and out. You breathe tenderly,
musical rhythms... And finally I enter and our bodies are one dither.
This poem was actually a chat.
May 2013 · 1.4k
Ode, to You, Love I Say
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Such ****** and passion,
intricate pictures we cannot imagine
Devoid of self, utter surrender
plunge into the streams of your soul
Finding the hot wires,
forming strings so we can find home
Not having a memory of what it means to be alone
Ode, to you, Love I say

It is not so much the words posted, but the context condensed
How you unwrap the figures textual 'til they make sense
It is not so much the touching and cuddling
but the invisible electricty of extrasensory connecting
It is not so much the breath on my neck as you reach in to kiss me
But the etheric messages of wind telling me you miss me
We have had a try to attempt to twist this style
To find the spiraling curls in prose
To dissect the detailed aerial strips of the scent of a rose
Ode, to you, Love I say

Poetry is forever
pottery forms artifacts of clay but do they stay?
This sweet ode paints a picture that will remain
in the drawers of eternity...
I cannot lie, it has been something of a frailty
my pursuits of love have quieted my frivolity
I have since been calm, playing an instrument imaginary
Waiting for a tone that will help me find my tune
You are that song that ends too soon
Ode, to you, Love I say

Just echoes and epiphanies
voices and mellow claps singing into me:
Ode, to you, Love I say
on this day a heart will not break
but will be strong and find its way.
May 2013 · 3.1k
I Saw A Falling Star
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Was it luck as I was awe-struck?
It is said that these gleaming falling stars are UFOs
It is also said that at times when UFOs land they then become IFOs... They come to fetch a king as the king dies
Sending him home to distant skies

OR was it merely a sign that the Pleiadians have landed?
Or other races beyond, from Lyra to Procyon
not to mention the bellicose Orions
we wouldn't see this of course
as all that would be would be what isn't and what isn't would be what it truly is
Living in Alice and her wonderland
We see politics and earthly government
but the point is to hide exo-politics, Councils and Houses

We would be asleep when the unseen god is an emperor of just one constellation
We would be asleep as the centre of the Universe serenades Gaia
We wouldn't see as Nihahua engages Sol
We wouldn't see as Tiamat rises to the fourth dimension for we would think we are asleep

We would think of raptures holy as they are protocol to transport souls to other planets
Yes advanced some are as they are 4D others even 5D
and a means of exchange not being money
so that makes our planet a child you see
These things you wouldn't know as they are cleared by the MIB's
These things you wouldn't know when mediums or channelers form religions
These things you wouldn't as hybrids and starseeds form religions
These things would seem ridiculous for you are programmed
You wouldn't know what to believe for restricted are tools to examine
You wouldn't know what to concoct when access to information is limited
It said some serve the upliftment of humanity
I'm talking about the Andromeda Council and Christos Council

From Babylon to Rome
Or was it from Atlantis to Mu then Ur? Before the Annunaki went to Sumer
From Rome to the whole world
Was it Nibiru which heaven was?
Are we really living in Star Wars?
Are we ruled by Star Lords?

Are we humans trying not to be aliens?
Or are we aliens trying to be human?
The strongest angel ever created, the weakest
a sad day in heaven
the angel of light then brought darkness
Not a mystery why light is sought after and its essence

I saw a falling star
Some are abducted, sexually indulged and barred
They are ridiculed in society as they are told that's how insanity starts
There are people who go missing in caverns, not knowing that they would be genetically manipulated and brainwashed
There are communicators of divine knowledge
They are called lunatics who feed ludicrous knowledge
We wouldn't know the difference for we are trapped in matter
We wouldn't care for the physical is all that would matter
From the Els to the Yahweh consciousness
From the Serpent gods to Sorcerer kings and Priest kings
Do we know where it all started?

Religion would be coded astronomy
The movement of stars, astrology
if we knew the galactic anthropology
We wouldn't think we are alone
Science fiction would present technology
Linear time would be no more
Wormholes the doors
The Ark of The Covenant a device used as a good weapon
We would know all and more of this if we saw more falling stars
We would know more of this if we weren't kept busy by the masters
We would know more of this if we stopped thinking we are free
Then we'd know who we are and where we are going
to that place of all knowing.
Listen to Niribu by TaMarah #np on #SoundCloud
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Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Designs and Equations

Was it the ****** Void filling
or Pandora's box opening?
Was it Victoria's secret
or was it the intellect of victors?
Was it the prowess of Hector/Hercules was it?
Was it the influence of Arthur or Har-Thor was it?
What shapes this world?
Ancient Egypt, Pyramids and the Sphinx?
Stonhenge and oblelisks?
Mystery Schools and occultism scrolls?
Crystal technology shifting poles?

Perhaps the hips and curves of a voluptuous African Queen
Perhaps the fall of Atlantis
or the secrets of the Bermuda Triangle
Perhaps the enthralling dynamics of the Photon Belt
Perhaps the mystery of Shamballa
or maybe underground bases where vortex points are
Perhaps the missing Eyepods
Maybe ancient and present advanced civilizations
Maybe it was the fall of Mars or the destruction of Maldek
Maybe the hope of Terra par DOMA
Or a design from distant super universes
or the amphibian watchers of myths
Maybe you, maybe me, maybe we
The I I I I I's of this world
however our eyes blind for we ruin this world
If we looked long enough at the light would we burn out?
If we truly listened could we hear the music of the verses unison - universes created by the Divine Creator?
would we join it/him/ness? Would  we hear then Sophia being played as a harp and worlds conceived

Would we see a billion pictures as the cosmos are breathed?
and Karma come to be...
Would we learn of all life forms? Would we learn that there is more structural design than form? Would we learn that there are other mediums of activity apart from life?
Would we learn that structure is part of a larger paradigm of concentrated design?
Would we learn that universes are gardens and that there are worlds beyond the multiverse based on a hill and mountain orientation not dependant on planes?

Who shapes the world?

Our Souls from the ocean of love reincarnating?
The keepers of sacred knowledge at the temples of Golden Wisdom?
Walk-ins and starseeds? Cryptids and hybrids?
Wars or the Sun? The Peoples of the Moon or the base in Venus? The underground bases of Mars or The Order of The Phoenix?
Maybe royal and mob families?
Maybe government with all its true lies
Maybe the networks sustained by the simple minds of you and I
Whoever or whatever is responsible, either through sonic beams and energy manipulation, it is not so much the power of the Empire but rather the power we surrender.
May 2013 · 6.9k
The Game Of The Lords
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
And after the last Galactic War, those from the stars came and gods became. They indulged in the pleasures of the Earth. They created and mated. Over time they got bored and got innovative. They created hybrids to work for them and adore them. This hybrid had a confused consciousness. Once this hybrid was one (whole) but because he was too god-like and powerful, he had to be separated. Male and female were born. Because this separation caused a void in each and a longing for freedom, laws were made and temples built. And the world as we'd have it would be As It Is In Heaven. There were different civilizations of lords and they contended with each other as to what the best way to rule man was. So each sect had its belief system. However this didn't build a bridge to close the gap between male and female. These laws of Conduct and Engagement became integrated into what is called the Game. If you were a man you had to court a woman in order to have her company but because of intense ****** activity and interbreeding you had to marry before having ****** *******. The women were encouraged to make the men trail, suffer and earn to have ***. This was effective to the lords for man would concentrate on the illusion of the game rather than the divine art, mystery, sophistication and connective power of ***. So *** outside of marriage was ridiculed, the participants scorned.

There were brawls and arguments about who had the right to court which woman. The highest honour was laying with a goddess or god; as it gave you all knowledge and ability - This was forbidden by other gods as it would amplify the mobility and authority of man. It was decided then that those of the genetic line of the dominant gods of the time or the empire with the largest influence had a birth-right to marry the fairest women. It was at this point that kingship was born, the MacGods of pure blood. They would then be the intermediary between man and the gods. They would see that the game is carried out  as well as other affairs. This new style of relationship conduct caused much conflict, hate and intolerance. And as the ages went with man defending himself with passive oppression; as division was succeeding with language, culture and tribes... Those who were in resistance sought to restore or imprint the liberty of humankind; they were known as the Rebellious Liberals. In those days if a man fornicated without being married he was hanged. These acts of tyranny and Authoritarian dictatorship led to man hating the gods; yes man hated his selfish parents. So the wars against the gods began. And the kings sought to protect the dynasty of the gods. The gods that were conquered hid in the underground, others fled into other galaxies and planets and colonized there. The beauty of love had endured a grotesque wound. Man helpless continued to submit to the rules of the game. As the world fell from 4-D to 3-D man was taught that he would communicate with his ancestors in the afterlife for guidance, as well as when asleep and in trance states.

However the game survived under kings, although peoples separated and new tribes were formed; men held on to rituals and believed it was the will of a god or another. This consciousness tore the heart of the Earth and the insecurities of self expanded, an incessant feeling of fear and an imbalance of self-love. This led to many looking to and aspiring to kings... Over the ages the glamorous have had an upper hand to court and lay fairladies. The indoctrinating dogma that is religion sprout patriarchal homes.

This bred insubordination and woman became the place of weeping. The ages passed and men grew arrogant, women bitter and helpless. The institutions of the game, marriage and religion were now attacking the love they claimed to protect. The world grew careless and bitter, male and female drifting so far apart as though they were never one. Consequent to this there were poets and liberals, there were also charlatans who were lackeys for the game. The male charlatans giving advice to men, the female charlatans giving advice to women. So psychotic ideologies were passed from father to son, mother to daughter - father to daughter, mother to son. A new age sprung with the evolution of man, or rather devolution of man as mystics would have it, this was the age of Banking. Not that there weren't enough troubles. Now money grew itself an ego, an ego to be protected, protected by the very descendants of the gods-MacGods, they were the gatekeepers. It was expected that bank-robbers would be heroes and the new face of man. All this in effort to uplift a self long wounded. It wouldn't be long that gangsters would be overthrown and police the new heroes... But a crazy world it was as both faces would grow to be corrupt with no one investigating the source.

The source now devised Feminism, this would bring justice to women on the face of it but rather vengeance to men. Men would wear a new garment of infants and senseless idiots. What happened to the justice? There was no justice.

Women would replace the face of old obnoxious, selfish and abusive men. With better jobs, equal opportunities, better insurance; the sky was the limit for women. Men faced a new threat either than themselves or the threatening boundaries of the game (which leave you a public fool if you don't follow, a player if you do) - and players were cool - the threat was the wounded vengeful woman who was now given the power to run the game. Judicial systems protected woman, Education systems, Banking Systems, Insurance Systems and Media and Industry; all protected woman. The game promised self-esteem if its rules were followed but it only led to folly, sorrow and despair. As women have wide coffers, power they can bear and power was given to her by the source. Justice became vengeance, impatience became resentment, being broke meant loneliness. Institutions of poetry, art, fiction and even the white magical arts were under attack. The new god was money and everyone would be made to bow, his guitar would be love, esteem, health, cognition and consciousness; and masterfully play he did.

It was now up to the few descendants of the liberals to uplift the consciousness of the world once more... That there be love, peace, harmony, hope, equality and human liberty. The 144000 Pleiadian Warriors led by the General Immanuel who fought for humanity promised to return in a burning, blinding and stormy white cloud. Hovering in a ship of space (spaceship). And the liberals and poets of old from the ashes would rise and the Game of the Lords meet its demise. One again we shall be, whole and eternal.
Various sources or references inspired this story... In effect love is its destined glory
May 2013 · 790
Our Song
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
By chance comes this luscious bliss, has sadness finally hit the twist? Are you mine for the while? Am I a fool passing by?...
You believe in love and magic, you fear the reality tragic, You are open to things new, catch you a drifter where winds blew, you sing me a song brand new... You are a shining daisy, only hoping to be treated like a lady... By chance comes this bliss, has sadness finally hit the twist?
Are you mine for the while?
Am I a fool passing by? Do you believe in the glaring heavens? Do you know of blazing trees? With you I wish to share memories, Here is our song sing it to me.
May 2013 · 832
Heaven in My Dreams.
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Pick, prill roll at the sound of zest and
awe... Sheets and tinkling - clinging
things as bells and stars

Rogue and vast as things razzmatazz
Almost flaccid like in between *****'s
sheath

Wrapped in a web of cosmic dreams

Delving on delirium and dimensions

undevilish on translucent streams

Finding the void coined hollow and incomplete

****** and pure as elvish leaf

The gates and doorways to a kingdom
of infinity and divinity

Cast shadows hover over covert cloudy
linings Protecting this pilgrimage of hope

a place where truth lives Showers of abundant waters roar and
caves embrace to rhythm adore

Hymn peculiar to simple notes

A surreal anecdote
plastered in an outlet of breathing walls And beyond the darkness you find the
essence of humanity

There past the dry and empty do you
find a hoard

Which houses instruments that play the
gospel of life divine Blessed by the meandering strings of
air, you glare into space and see faces

You look up and it is almost unreal as
you see fantastical places
You march and gallop

Drop and drop as you are drenched
and your body breathes

A sudden cold shakes me and I realise I
have been in the heaven of my dreams.
Another of the 100 poem series.
May 2013 · 1.0k
Confessions of a Sinner
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
I'm a nice bad guy looking for redemption. I'm the weird guy looking for attention.
I'm the ruin looking for significance. I'm the underground hotshot looking for remembrance.
I'm the dreamer who never lands on the shallow ground. I'm the beast in chains who knows not freedom, always bound.
I'm in the way of pain. I'm the help to the sane.
I'm a lover with a crazy heart. I'm a heartbreaker to all my sweethearts.
I'm the cold and ruthless prisoner. I'm the hero who is a soul healer.
I'm the child in confusion. I'm the adult who has long been chances refusing. I'm the decision when there are multiple options for choosing.
I'm a killer for not living. I'm alive because I push myself to keep dreaming.
I'm the demon who has been bruising mortality. I'm the angel who has been bringing life to this soul that has been dying.
I'm the height that planes fly in. I'm the depth that ships sink in.
I'm the question that stands to reason. I'm the answer that is vague and displeasing.
I'm the life and light at the end of the tunnel. I'm the dimmest darkness before the end.
I'm the human that works with hand. I'm the one blamed when there are helpless children who are not fed. I'm the one blamed when there are poisonous programs on television and children have not gone to bed. I'm the last option when I could've been the first choice instead. I'm the weight at the top, I'm called the head.

I'm the sinner when I've done something amiss. I'm righteous when the good things I do not miss. I'm wise when my ways have no twists. These are confessions of a sinner that are refined in Heaven if on earth they are crypt-ic.
I wrote this poem late last year, it was part of the 100 poem series.
May 2013 · 3.5k
Candles in this Light
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
Do you enjoy sunlight?
or do you prefer the moon bright?
There is a breeze that lifts you up at sunset
There is a cool in the night when your breath rests
This is when I pick you up and take your breath away
There is a groovy vibration when our bodies sway
Holding each other's hands and cuddling
or do you prefer the space and distance?
That will have you dissect and appreciate what you have for instance
Do you look at the time, pushing away the minutes?
Or do you ponder on the breathtaking moments?
Moments that we've had, memories in your diary
or do you wish for more and think that this is only the beginning?
Are you saving up and collecting for the dowry
Establishing a bond that will live on in the pages
of you diary.

Something vintage to be remembered eternally
Do you leave your door open for the love of me?
Or did you time me to come to you before your feelings flee?
do you like romantic candle-lit dinners?
Or do you prefer junk food on my bed and a movie?
Do you enjoy ****** funky music?
Or do you enjoy blue and slow jams?
Do you like to dance?
Or do you prefer trigonometry in bed?
Do you like ice cream or yoghurt?
Was it sweet and smooth then cold when you got hurt?
Will you ever trust a guy again?
Or will you shut out every guy who tries to come in?
I bring you an offer, you make a decision
I intend to take you away for a ride
I am prepared to instill in you a lady's pride
I am willing to go swimming in waters blue
I am devoted to say meaningful words that are true
I wish to make you smile and glow
I wish to take you to theatre shows
Our relationship will be the stage
Love will be the play
The audience, our exes and all those who say nay
We can be the producers and the actors
Inspiring the man above to shine his light upon us
Convincing the cosmos to make our time a big bang
... and finally our composure igniting with the white and giving your eyes sight
Now with wide and broad view, do you like the candles in this light?
May 2013 · 1.4k
Waters Well
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
When I woke up to my sobriety, I found the people drunk
I tried to love and be romantic, I appeared as a punk
They say there are many fish in the sea, maybe the ship has sunk
Maybe the wine spread all over and left them all drunk...

And now to eat fish you have to drown it, submerge it into alcohol
Having no money to purchase alcohol leaves you in a dark cage; without sol
In this cage you attempt to distill yourself so to love again but no one comes along
You are left with melodies blue; lonely songs...

Sing your heart out until the tears gush
You are alone, no one there to brush
The tears fall down on the hard ground with vehement boiling touch
And you see yourself, pitiful and wounded hoping for lightning
Praying for the hope to grow like flowers of spring

But you cannot wait, you must get laid
So you find a means to an end and get paid
Only to have them laid
Trying to play on both sides of the fence to find the balance
But you lose a sense of purity, you've been played
You were falling in line with the rest of the herd
But this doesn't heal the places where you've been hurt
But sail on, you go for there is no one to hold
You try not to think about your broken heart or blackened soul
You submerge yourself in the loudness nonsensical and girls coiling poles
Wherever you look you find the hollow
you feel alive only when asleep for dreams reel you in the deep
You try your luck at hotties and find them shallow
You are stuck, half fastened and cuffed
So you begin to investigate the truth
you find myth and evil facts
you search for magic you see long-bearded men with pointed hats
you learn that the participants of the game are unaware of the game
And in time you identify the source
Where the strings of rivers are
where the squashes and foams of waterfalls reach
as you witness manipulation down the coral reef
who are these men, malevolent men or thieves?
Stealing pure bliss and romance
Denying the chance for love to soar to mountain top and have chieftain stance
and then you're back at the mirror...
You see the dirt on your hands
that you aren't as innocent as righteousness demands
so you think back to when you've been wrong
All the lies you've told, the people you've robbed
the hesitations, the sudden stops
The denials, delusions and proud decisions
And you find comfort in the fact that there is no perfection
Only moments just, and bonds of trust
overshadowing the appeals to heal when bowing to lust...

And that's when you know that you continue to journey to the beautiful
Cowards would have no claws, to hold on, the fake perfect people no flaws, to hide their true nature
At the center of it all, ****** and coarse artefacts, all you think of -
is what you've seen. You must be mad if it's not a dream.

You row with oars, on a small humble boat, you start anew
knowing that the wise can be fools
and that the minds of fools can be liberated with learning tools.
May 2013 · 2.9k
Amusement Park Theme
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
I have always wondered
who makes the fire
who cooks the thunder...
I have always wondered where sound comes from,
the vibration within noise
and where it all goes
As I swallow the smoke circles of chance
I **** romance
Take a look into my soul, it is a light-glance
where are the rivers where it floats?
Where are the people my soul knows?
What is the path my mind chose?
Imagining worlds, seeing buildings in the sky
no more cars only people who can fly
Enchanting a young girl child,
having her sigh not die
inspiring her to play the music in her lullabies
It's a roller coast, a slippery sliding post
the dancing the singing
the chanting the giggling
what game is this?
Are we winning?
Is it truly us who are playing?
Do we write what we read?
Or do we read the written?
do we plant seeds or do we recycle apples long bitten?
A ride a vision
a thought, intuition
do we glide to combine or do we consign division?
A lover's quest: harmony
a soldier's motive: justice
laws written, can we trust this?
Tied by the tiresome trials
covered by the dynamic patterns of veils
consumed by the hypnotic controversial tale
promises to send us to glee so we do not wail
tricked by tick tock
Tricked by time, the ticks-the tocks of time.
May 2013 · 1.2k
Dirty Doubt
Nhlanhla Moment May 2013
You rigged my heart
and robbed my soul
you stole my purity
and denied me home
I have nothing now
just my empty chastity vows
I wish to see you no more
it is not the sight of you I abhor
it's your tendency to provoke war...
My inconsistency to pay attention
my reluctance to play your games
your loose ways with men, you know their names.

Your lies and secret life
Your senseless hope to make me alibi
when the judges of love come
to question how well romance you've sung
I draw the dirt you breathe from your lungs
Twisting it in my throat, swallowing bubbles of surrender
The fresh air of freedom and care at its tender
On the return showering you with brewed saliva
Where the tiny sparks that swim turn into divers
Searching for the jewel of purity
extinguishing doubt in your trembling knees
Parading the sound of an awakened leaf
Played by the Autumn wind
Catapulted by the spring drizzle
The leaves and the wind then fiddle
And the dirt is gone, a brand new kiss born
all new vows sworn
Past occupations left and torn
And then we'd watch the evergreen from the surreal lawn.
If only... I was your lover alone.
Apr 2013 · 1.0k
Juicy Fruit
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2013
I went to the garden of love
I found a juicy fruit
as I indulged it oozed syrups of bliss
as I tried to talk, my words sounded like music from a flute
I looked into her eyes
I saw the tainted mind due to lies
and her body, with romance was written
She remained pure even after being bitten
she left my hands sticky and as I licked the excess
I felt my soul swimming in honey
This was her dew, broad was her view
She knew about erotica but I was something new
I then blew her away with blown kisses
I showered her with comfort and poems and she'd listen
She was very inviting, as I entered her essence would glisten
We would take walks in far distant lands and realise we had been dreaming
Many envied and found this love demeaning
This is the juicy fruit many search for so life can give them meaning.
Inspired by MTUME's Juicy Fruit
Apr 2013 · 881
Did You Ever
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2013
Did You ever dream you were telekinetic?
Did you ever dream you could juggle the moon?
Did you ever dream you were in Royal India but woke up too soon?
Did you ever dream you were physically in a dream?
Making friends and conquering enemies
Did you ever dream your future self was giving you advice for a bright tomorrow?
Did you ever dream you could gallivant in space?
Did you ever dream you were multiple selves?
Existing in varying realms
Living different lives simultaneously
And when one self loses the other wins
One self a noble another a  king
A king with several queens
A noble who courts well but to have a fairlady can only dream and swell
Did you ever dream a dream within a dream? making love and having soul ballad *******
Have you ever dove into the thick streams of puddles?
Have you ever smoked the steam of vendors' cooking in winter?
Have you ever danced at the seam where world elements meet?
Did you ever? If infinity wasn't it would be nothing, and eternity not then never!
Would you ever try to endeavour?
If there be perfect weather and a present to treasure,
Then you'd have a past of adventures
a future to measure
and a life of never-ending-ever's.
Apr 2013 · 1.5k
The Invite
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2013
A rider's quest, ****** reverie
The colour of your soul invites me
The essence of you humbles me
The smoothness of your skin makes me melt
Your eyes glow and kindle my darkness
We sparkle, we shine as we undress
Dripping oils, Burning incense; ****** chemistry
Your body succumbs as I stroke your waist with my keen thumb
I wrestle you and you take whiffs at my neck
I collect your scent and
pinch on your ******, biting on your ilium sect
There are colourful and organic effects
This passion inspiring unprotected ***
STDs, *** a child to pure serendipity
Raw and coarse, hissing and grunting
Panting and rhythmic crying
Warmth all around
Bone to bone, close and bound
Music playing in the background
The day is bright and shining
The ocean of love deep and wide, let us dive in.
I wrote this on Valentine's Day to signify that ribbons, ponies, cups and hearts are mere metaphors under the shadow of *******.
Apr 2013 · 1.7k
The Ladder
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2013
Would it matter if the solid was ethereal?
Would it be real if eyes couldn't see?
Would it make sense if systems of knowledge didn't exist?
Would words have meaning if there was no language?
Would there be telepathy if silence was all there was?
Would there be colour if there was no light?
Would there be waves if there was no sound?
Would there be electricity if there wasn't magnetism?
Would the sky fall if you walked on your head?
Would you scale the underground bases if your feet could think?
Would worlds be dreamed by higher powers if thought wasn't?
Would reason breed perception if the beam of knowledge was narrow?
Would you understand if there was no essence?
Would you be if you weren't passed from a tether?
As you learn about the degrees of light, the frequencies, and leagues of the seas, the moment you sieze, time is lost and you are at a point of entirety


As you concoct the architecture and manipulation of all that is; you learn about the ladder, the prism of cycles, you learn about the source of all creation. You learn that you are connected to the essence of creation, you embody the tether, you connect as you climb up and down on the wisdom ladder.
Apr 2013 · 988
Broken Rose
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2013
I remember the day when love you'd say
Embrace me and take me to the place
where we'd both engage... In love filling the dull and pale page
Inspiring the knowledge of an ancient omniscient sage

I remember the scent that showered my senses
I remember the nuzzle and the puzzling glare
When you'd stare wondering if I would stay
and from this buzz magic we shared
And laying you on my lap studying your soul's map
Searching for the destination of your heart
healing the wounds along the way where the wolves marked
Will I ever succeed mending a broken heart? I wondered.

So many pieces didn't seem to fit
How do you survive going about as a wreck?
I guess you go on for there is ever someone next
Oh! Only leaving you more lonely
Your heart crying: "Somebody hold me,
Burn the sour of my throat that chokes me"
And honesty and loyalty you know no more
Only a cognitive matrix that has you feel like *****
You lost the battles but won the war
You are the monster of your love sore
The pieces leave wounds unrepairable and
inspires a behaviour unbearable
Leaving you in dramatic peril

But love you still have
Settling you know not, always quick to dance
but so many malevolent composers are there
Can you please them all?
Will they sit beside you on your bed after *** or leave and close the door?
A sham a shame, who to blame?!
Once red, now a black broken rose
squandering pink minnows
Sweet cheerio! And money band
Heart of gold and hands of sand
Will you ever find form?
Will you ever heal from the storm?
I hope the poetry of the moments keeps you warm.
Apr 2013 · 812
Lost In It
Nhlanhla Moment Apr 2013
No present, past or future, only the moment
only fusion, no this time is not time only a continuum of here and now
This love glowing and growing
It is real?! No it cannot be confusion
This bliss that makes me hiss cannot be an illusion
For too long my feelings have been hidden, secluded
It's time I let you know, it's time I let the feeling go
Enchant me and sweep me away
Grab me and let us sway
Hello serenity and erotica, bye-bye pain
Lost in a world we do not know
Not minding how far we'll go
Touching each other's parts
Stimulating each other's heart
Tell me that you are here in the present-the future-the past... Tell me we will never part.

I shut my eyes and let my soul rise
I feel the waves of the sea, I can feel us glide
There is no captain in this love boat
Only the motion of the ocean making us float
Lost in it, however deep we may go.
Mar 2013 · 481
Breath of Eternity
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2013
Music in its truest and purest form makes you believe that in the end it's alright, that there is forever. It quells uncertainty, shuts downs fear, heals the pain and feeds the soul... And your psyche excretes delight and you shine the light. You are born from wombs of worlds unkown, be it the void, the mist or the passion; you shine and you live.
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2013
When I reached in to clean off the glitter on your face,
Did your throat ache because of the unheard voice?
When I said: relax I won't kiss you
did the unheard voice say: "I wish you would!"?
This then music that was denied

All the times I didn't touch you,
did you shiver and get chills?
Did my wondrous breath caress your hairs then?
Did your follicles once wake?
Leading to yawning pores
Inviting the warmth,
of a touch, and the moist excretion of the connection
thereof

And your dry lips with lines dividing symbolizing the walls of your soul yet to be broken
and your bright eyes when the right words are spoken
Or the nerve-wrecking look that had me choking
I was myself and I truly was, maybe you thought I was joking

Was it the distance or questionable persistence?
The fear maybe, that had you critical of what you should feel
Perhaps the vicissitudes of fate that have a stationary couple reel
Or the gravity of occurrences, where I had to keep up appearances
Maybe just you. Maybe just me. Or the doubtful We.

In all reason; logical to think that perhaps the feel
that keeps me away from you
and you feeling like a slave when with me
if you believed and trusted, we could have eloped
Escaped the prison of doubt and insecurity, uplift the hope
Use the ladder of surrender
climb down the 'chance' rope
and then we'd elope

But you stayed with the other guy who says what you want to hear
who drives the car that has them cheer
who sports a profile that gives him credit
Never minding your heart's merit
I leave and enter the wild
I am a wolf from afar
And a die-hard romantic at heart
These are the melodies that live on
Unsung hymns of love lore
May they be heard deeply and penetrate as the sound of spores.
Mar 2013 · 577
Vehement Appeal
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2013
The fire that works, shows sparks in the sky,
that disappear once they reach the Earth.
Your heart is the fire that burns, my surrender my flawless pearl.
Go Not.
Not even ever, Apart Never,
Ever together, drifted not never,
not not ever then we'd be close together forever.
Mar 2013 · 721
The World By Devil
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2013
The Devil Said:

Hey Dave your eyes are burning
Done seen hell haven't you?!...
The hate and pain filled your heart
I have oysters to roast, give me that coal of a heart you have there
I have had you, took you for a ride
"I am the devil"
World ain't so perfect is it?!
This is all the work I've done
I curse pure hearts, I darken souls
I feed on the negative energy I emit
I know no light, no positive
Keep away, keep it away from Satan
I deceive with lies and a smile
I claim to be all I am not
I get paid while you rot
I am nought.

I know no love
I know no happiness
I breathe fire and inhale hate
I dance to ecstacy and chaos
I am the illusion but I will have you believe you are
I take because I am great
So many worship me and some don't know it
Five millennia on Earth, all mine
Renaissance tried to shut me up but I talked back
I give texts to the world and have them practise rituals
I evascerate the wide and spherical conscience
I instill the narrow
I am the darkness I serve
I am the devil and if love lives in me I love that I am as evil as can be.
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2013
Sharpened blade
colourful bouquet
Do love heroes come on this day?
Picture, what a moving picture on display
So loose the hoop
Thought I caught you but the misses loop
I may appear as though to not be trusted
That you cannot risk being with me
afraid that my madness might swallow thee
and for all the times I wasn't with you
All the times I didn't call you
When I wasn't there to hold you
To be your guy but rather appeared as passerby
I hope you will embrace the butterflies that did fly
Should I be and will I remain?
This thought hovering over your mind
In truth I was **** and would always be the same
So you go to that other guy for comfort and security
But you miss the danger and serendipity that you shared with me
And now I am here with love notes in my hands
You are with him closely in his arms
And for the times I wasn't there
For the times I never seemed to care
And when you thought I didn't take you seriously
You should know that you were dear to me
I would only like to know,
for all the inadequacy:
Did I make you smile?
Did you feel alive for a while?
Did I dazzle you?

My mission was to make love, I have succeeded if you did love.
Mar 2013 · 717
If just We
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2013
Njunju boo I adore you I do
Was it all written that you'd have me smitten
The ugly beautiful shows me the lies and deciet
The beautiful ugly shows me naked pictures of your body covered in sheets
How can my hands touch the hologram of you?
Is your heart a see-through?
Can I walk in and fill the room?
Shower you with warm aura and clean off lust odour
Busk in the moment of being in the ocean of love
Swim in the constellations, we'll be the stars
Our souls singing, music coming from our hearts
Journey into the far away, never see the end of day
Make love in eternal sunset
And sleep well in the colours of romance
Carried by the muse that keeps us in tune
I, me and you.
Mar 2013 · 1.2k
A Love Unrequited
Nhlanhla Moment Mar 2013
I blow sweet kisses
all I receive are punches
I write you cosmic poems at night
I receive silence while you're in another's arms
I root for you to hold on to this
You quickly run and show me this cannot be bliss
How can I trust you when you cheat your heart?
You disrespect me and spit at loyalty
Do you love me at all?

Am I in love alone
Do you think of me when those men take you to expensive dinners?
Do you remember my warm and pure embrace?
Am I alone? Is it a truth I have to face
You never call but you show me that you care
Perhaps it is mere deception to keep me there
So I can comfort you when those men are cruel
Perhaps I am a guard of your precious ego
Securing your vulnerable self
When you do not see that you are more than you bargain for
That no money can buy your worth
You do not see that you are a pearl of Earth
Misled into thinking the skin of you is all that beauty has to offer
You get lost in hollows and get caught by the shallow

If only you remained on the plane
Between the sky and the surface
A frequency that vibrates the heart
A place for the fallen
The fallen caught by those who reciprocate
The frequencies collide and it's magic
I'm talking about love
Maybe if you knew this place
Maybe if you weren't betrayed
Then this love wouldn't be a love unrequited.
Feb 2013 · 554
MAMA!
Nhlanhla Moment Feb 2013
I imagine the depth of your labour
My soul is wounded when you shed a tear
Where you would never leave us in despair
Mother no love can compare
I am at the pit of grace because of the love you share
Your love is the thread that saves us from ruin
Let it unfold and form a tapestry
That is the fashion of all things good and true
I am thankful for your love and the union
The support and conviction that you have given me
You are proof that God exists
You are the fountain that heaven does miss
And in your arms I can reminisce
Thinking about the time before I came to Earth
I remember when we bonded in your womb
I remember the kisses before I went to school
You have been a giant
They say that 'woman' is a place for weeping
I say your heart is a jewel worth keeping
Home is in you where I go when the world is unkind
You are fair and open so that we do not go about blind
How can I express the worth of you
I dare not lest I go into a trance and get lost in fantasy land
You wake me up and tell me to stand
You teach me that being a man is reflected in the work of one's hands
In your comfort and presence I am free from any prison
If I am a slave I am naive for I have your promise
The promise that dreams are true
The declaration that prosperity starts on a day brand new
MAMA I LOVE YOU.
Feb 2013 · 448
Away
Nhlanhla Moment Feb 2013
What dare do I say?
When you are silent in that way
Nothing at all
Nothing at all dear
I walk away with my heart pierced
Even if I healed I do not know if you would be here

Where do I go with this pain in my chest?
All lore leads me to love's rest
I best tread carefully
Lest I lose a fine sense of bliss
What do I weep for as I ponder
Maybe that I never kissed her
and shared my secrets
Maybe that I never cared enough
Perhaps the other guy was tough
Perhaps I quickly exposed my edges rough

It left a stain, that rejection
Was it denial or mere hesitation
Should I hope that she was scared
Or should I believe that I was too dangerous
All the while being myself, frivolous
I should stop scolding her in my head
Nights have gone when I wanted her on my bed
Now it's over and too late for tears
To the future bright and her friend it's meet cute and cheers.
Feb 2013 · 728
The Turn
Nhlanhla Moment Feb 2013
Sigh*
What good am I to have one
How terrible am I to have none
Rusting in loneliness
Here waiting on chance
Love is a war I lose
The feelings as spoils are mine for keeps
It is the truth I choose to seek
A sucker for romance
A victim of circumstance
Climbing the walls of cognizance
I search for the horizon of justice
I dwell on the imaginary perfect world
A world fair for both our hearts
Mine and hers
A world of bliss and wonder
I remain in my youth and idle
I am a rebel to the powers
Supporting the beauty beyond
I find comfort in the unearthly breeze
The fair winds give me overwhelming chills
I die and live again
I am a soul in its rightful place
A free world where passion and truth dictate
A world that hosts the ruins of the earth
I am a victor
I find true love and feel no doubt
I float on the waters and land on an island of magic
What was once tragic is now comedic
The joke is the key to the streams
The streams beyond that connect the constellations
It is some breathtaking journey
A conscience's Conversation
I find my rhythm and find peace in the wilderness.
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