~IT'S TIME TO GROW~








Fertile soil put me there.
Glitter like a star as I stare.
Manhood something I wanna
share.
Some things in my eyes are not
yet clear.
My father should have handed
a key.
If only he knew about me or
took time to know me.
Better life goes on and I remain
as a child.
I don't wanna remain like this
until I set bald.
So many souls and heart crucified
from the pain I have cursed.
Some wish I die before time
that why I say it's time to
grow.
I been over acting devastating
as if I got something I know.
Pride pushed me as I walk it's
so hard to send HELLOW.
I have acted as if everyone knows
my pain what I feel daily on the
same pillow.
Seems like I have ran away from
the main success door.
I don't wanna be a kid no more.
IT'S TIME TO GROW.
Until my hair reflect the snow.
With a walking stick as I walk
slow.
Without a theory of being a man
my dad was never there to enlight
my journey.
I should have grown easily.
He was gonna be a bee just create
my own honey for me to get busy.
He chose to walk astray silly.
WELL IT'S TIME TO GROW.
STOP ACTING LIKE I KNOW.

~IT'S TIME TO GROW~
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POEM BY|DaSoulstriker
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YEAR. |20|4
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~Even if I die~








Even if they don't mention my name.

Remember I lived amongst pain.

I been not good as much as none perfect.

But I tried playing my part.

I failed to bring rain after removing cloud.

The promises I made when you couldn
speak stays vowed.

The prince you are but don't reject that even
when I am far.

Just like a bus live the life of loading and off loading.

You'll always smile when the morning comes.

Even when comes with daily sun but smile
through blessing from sunday sun.

Cause I know you're Ilanga(sun)brighten every part of life.

But daddy couldn stand of being a door mat.

Lost my dignity,integrity couldn be more patience whilst my face was full of tears.

Even if die tonight my son never worry about my death.

I lefted the net for you since I know fishes will exist even out of my presence.

Live like a soldier always expect the war.

What I didn become I know you'll tomorrow.

Be my Solomon as much as my hands are too damn dirty to build the temple.

Stay humble respect every size more than what you wear.

And that will take you somewhere.

Even if I die tonight tell my son every part I couldn play cause I know there's a way.

This path comes into an end as much as I am the only one who walks it.

Stay fit as much troubles might roar along your jungle but I know you're more than beast.

If you were near dad would have ask for a kiss as we gather fist.

Your mama knows it all but not the end

Be king and lead this land.

Even if I die tonight

Please live the life to the fullest cause I know my pain won't last forever.

You are always loved please remember.

For peace I live and for piece I won't leave

Even if I die tonight.

Solitude I bring as the soul set

Tears could be the start for tomorrow as the sun rise but stay strong warriors.

For this pen shall not run away from pen even

if the ink can run dry but I know I lefted tools

Even if I die tonight

Poets shall pay respect to the presence
Neither not my absence.


~Even if I die~
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POEM BY|DaSoulstriker
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YEAR |20|3
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J|Z POET|ART WORK INC
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VINCES THE SOUL STRIKER
                &
JOZI POET
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~DEMOCRACY~

Freeze don't move

Sick and tired of excuse

Remove that mask

Fallen with tea flask

Your heat is over

I now end your crawl

You're under arrest

1st for your fake identity

Plus the disorder

For empty promises

As you entered our premises

You have a right to remain silent

For your no more to prove this 

moment,

Common people with strength

Democracy there's no living legacy

What works for you never worked for us

On your judgment day in court

I pray one word you rot

Even in soil just to bring fertile to my land,

I swear you'll regret the day you released Mandela in Robbin island

Didn you see?

Street kids,Abortion,Poverty,Crime death a swell,

So many giants has fell

Demo cracy that crazy

~Democracy~

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Poem by|DaSoulstriker

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Year. |20|3

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Jozi Poet Art Work Inc

~Ghetto poet~

Life of thugs around me
My vision sinking like a titanic
As much I look outside the window
I see starvation through words and sorrow
Still I beg the create of a creature
Who can see the future as he picture
God come save my words
From the ghetto place that I live on
Illusion over confusion
Still I wish to step aside
But I'm a shaking like ground devil can't stand on me
As the wind blows my shelter shakes
Ghetto poet with a vision
Population step aside from my thousand words to build this community,
Jumping electrical extensions wrapped with plastics
Still I survive
A president is like a dream over night they serve over distance living with no chance
But still I climb the ladder so harder
Without jumping like a grasshopper
Wanna shine over leaves like a butterfly momma will never cry as much as I try
From the ghetto I forget step my foot to the path
Reminacing past that never last
In my freeway like a truck loaded I'm loaded over vision that needs to be certified.
On the sideline wanna be in on the game
my chance will come to strike through
Life of ghetto poet with a vision
But still I search without signal
Hope of survival
I am a star around ghetto whenever I go
Knocking to success still I wait on the door
Maybe tomorrow I won't let go
Imma ghetto poet with a mission in hand and a vision in mind
Next generation wanna be like their pants falls like mine
They hail on me when I pass who they will moan when pass away since I've pave the railway
don't throw stones on me

~Ghetto poet~
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Poem by. DaSoulstriker
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Year. 20\13
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Jozi Poet Art Work Inc
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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

~I need a baby~



My patiently has turned into impatient
Counting drops
Making prayers before taking dinner
Through comforts crossing figures
O Lord I need a baby
Such wills to be lefted for any
Riches by riches
I've set up everything
All I'm asking for now is an offer
Waking up at night counting stars
Sitting over balcony watching moon dance
With my open hands begging
On my knees praying
Seems like I'm asking a jackpot while I have not dream numbers,
Categories being called at church even mine mentioned everyday,
But still I feel like it a delay
Snickers shoelaces tide
Day by day my wishes melt like an iceberg
O Lord I'm loosing faith
If I've sin right now I'm asking for forgiveness
Since a baby is my happiness
Garden prepared yet it not giving fruits
Through my prayers I've lost signal
Like a loss of frequent meter over a radio
I'm loosing it
yet still choosing it
Either I kick it nor eat it
Switches trip while I'm trying to smile for future
Dear Lord I need a baby
Abortions, take action and put it into my position
Please fill my application
I need a baby I've passed sewerages over ages
Kids stuck inside their souls not resting
How I wish one day my chest could cuddle one

~I need a baby~

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Poem by. |Bongani V Shinga
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Known as. |DaSoulstriker
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Team|Jozi Poet Art Work Inc
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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)
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Prophecy

His words has spoken

His mouth has shaken

The grounds and mountains

Barely in mind he made it all

Prophecy have mercy

Thick words with their meaning

I don’t even need dictionary,

I can hear his voice on the playground

Shaking trees over degrees

O holly love well increase

Oil in my ears hearing this waves

Over ocean

Hand me a wine

So that I can sip well

His will last thousands and billions

Year by year 

Month by month

Day by day

Hour by hour

Minute by minute

I mean it

His prophecy

Have mercy

Second by second

His glory I second

Bible keep the record

Cereal over meal

I’ve ate your meal still not starve

Guard me through all

Allow me stand tall

Prophecy have mercy

You’ve spoken mountains have shaken

Let me take your words like taking a pill over a meal,

Control me with your fingure point me any where you wanna send me

Feed my spirit with any of your powers

Send angels to guard me through night

Prophecy

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Poem by. Bongani V Shinga

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Known as. DaSoulstriker

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Team Jozi Poet Art Work Inc

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Young Star Production

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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)

Jesus piece

Hell has turned to be a place called home,

Shouting they on fire

Jesus higher

Just like they never knew they have started burning as well.

His flesh

His blood

Over a cross they nailed him

But they didn slaughter him

So where did we end up finding his pieces

Heads over necks

It was painful if he knew we'll be fool

Jesus pieces nowadays media tool

I know he died for the whole entire living humans

That why I chose wearing rosary with romans

If I had to honor his death

I was gonna put his face on the bank notes

Even on my flat screen let him play his role.

His words on my cell phone

Let his voice speak on my ring tone

Jumping bob wire

Just because we wanna be higher

On my veins I wear Jesus words and on my mind I let the crusification plays actions before I move on this position

But he wanted me to be free

I bow to my Jesus thee never the Jesus piece

But my Jesus peace

North east west and south

Amen than I close my mouth

Jesus piece

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Poem by. Bongani V Shinga

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Known as. DaSoulstriker

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Jozi Poet Art Work Inc

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Pneumarella Society of Art (PSA)