Death within Youth

So young in the dark
Like young night
With few stars.
Death strike the streams.
Oh! Death overcast.

Oh! So young
and ambitious.
Multi talanted and blossoming,
Like peach trees in spring time.
Death flashes that,
into the drain strain.

Leaving parents strained
and drained.
No powers to even join the leaps and pray.
As death prayed on top of the Youth.
Death shades the dark cloud on the Youth my friend.

Dying so young
Leaving this world unexpectedly.
So cheaply, oh! Death so evil like evil dirty deeds.

Youth turned to be doomed youth in the southern region,
Due to world's evil spiritual they smuggling
And sniffing on this dirty air, dirty oxygen they breathe outdoors out there.

Seashores full of life threatning event,
But yet we turn to fall into that sea and swim in the deep part with devil himself. Drinking his evil champagne and chew his  stinking goodies.

We turn to swallow our pride, where it don't matter.
No wonder we suffer these consequences of swallowed youth pride.
Yet our parents remain with pains suffering these consequences of swallowed youth pride.

Parents showed us the way.
We agreed to follow,
but yet we suffer along this life journey.
As we turned to follow wrong ways instead of revealed ways.

Taken away from directed routines
Blinded buy goodies of devil treasure my dearest friend. Today we die so young and get old in our graves.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya

Precious life

We were given live
without directions,
Directed to thee almighty
Had to move all over
Inbound and outdoors
Around and overseas
To over see over planted
seeds on this planet full of weed seeds.

We so special
Even thought we cant see,
Like John Cena
God says, you can't see me.

So many intersections
On these sections
So we lost and stuck
in the mist throwing
our life searching rods
to find our live's directions where we hidden directed indirectly
Mission is in version
But not visionaries
to lead us directly.

Instead we direct each other indirectly,
We turned to be selfish
Like separated puzzles
pieces.
Our lives surrounded by nightmares and fall apart creams on top incontrol.

Moving like ants
up and down in summer season, even though we running non stop without a solid sweet results.
Am so speechless.

The reason behind that
Is human lives destroyers out there.
Alcohol and drug
Drugging and grabbing innocent souls in jail of pain, inhailing seeled pains planted by lost directors of life destroyer's direction.

We so incomplete, completely as we in corruption.
Corrupted by the destruction man the son of even deeds smelling seeds of different weeds.

Where is that puzzle?
Puzzle of life that we were given divided in pieces to join each others pieces to come up with solid planned bigger picture.
Today we are so infertile
like infertile soil,
Planted fruitful trees
But yet brings nothing as it is where it don't belong.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya

Collectors

We are the collectors
Of different collection.
No matter what we collect, it doesn't matter.
What matters, is what what is being collected.

So convenient
But yet collected.
So soft and dull
But yet collected.
So infertile,
But yet collected
So inconsiderable,
But still get collected.
These collection
Selected in different categories in human sizzling strategies.
In collectity process, we proceed with this human collection process.

Yes we are collector
In different categories,
Strategized by human
brainstorm, storming and fully dragged in comparison and isolated
From where it don't belong.
Yes we are collectors
Of this collection my friend.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya

Explorer

I've seen events,
that are not well seen.
Events that are over looked, due to their state.

I've touched untouchable objects, subjected according to their physical state.

I've walked immeasurable undiscovered distance over the milles.

Where struggle was daily bread, sweating and leaking those sour lips
cover and my sweat melted on.

My sweat all over my body, covering all my body as I have nobody.

Feeling so empty
Feeling so tired
Feeling so helpless
So powerless,
Than you could even imagine my dearest friend.

So clumsy,
So lousy
As the weatherly
turned cloudy.

No powers to uplift myself and carry on.
No encouragement and someone to help me carry my luggage of life struggle.
But yet I've survived.

I walked and feel alone
The tiredness and loneliness of lifetime journey.

There were times I asked myself questions
That I knew there will be no answers.

Felt my life being teared apart by these jackals of life, trying to chew my lifestyle while am alive.

So teary,
So scary
Screaming alone.
No one to spare me
And take away the pain I felt as I felt like melting
Like ice cream Ola.

But yet I've survived
And writing with pride to express inner self expression.

Look at me now
Take a look at me now.
Am people's person and with encouraging unspoken words.

Burning all evil spirit
and dirty deed sorrounding my people.
I am the testimony of struggle,
Product of hardship.
Never give up.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya

Life without a mother

Have you imagine life
Without  a women to call her a mother?
Women who kept you 9 months in her warmly womb to survive,
Smuggling and struggling for you to grow so fast and healthy, to be a proper child outdoors out ther
In this crazy world.
Have you ever imagine that life?

She kept you those 9 months, but only to drip drop you hanging langing
Along alone in these dirty misty streets alone.
Have you ever imagine that life my dear friend?

Life without her
Have been a train smash
Smashed like smashed potatoe.
Strangers and life rangers all over to keep you alive,
For you not to lose hope
And remain dope no matter how life situation is but to her,  it didn't matter no matter why she doesn't care so less
That makes you careless
Senseless defenceless priceless in violence.
Have you ever imagine that life my dear friend?

Life turned to nightmare
On thise lonely non lively nights, where you go to bed without putting something nor chewing something with your mouth, to swallow the consequences to fill up your stomach eish!
Have you imagine that life my dearest friend?

Brilliant ideas,
without moment of brilliant, are like a cup with whole carrying water.
From point to point
But get there without a drop of water.
Water under the bridge end up being your peace maker as you turn to escape on hurting  your loved ones with this matter.
But life will never be the same my dearest friend.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya

I am the fruit of infertile soil plant,
So as you are.
Grown big under the heavily circumstances
The fruit of infertile soil plant.

Throughout rough winds
And rainy wind,
Raining heavily and blowing side by side
Forcing me to fall side to side.
But survide in roughness
toughness as am tougher than the storm.
Fruit of infertile soil plant.

Smiling and soaking
in these weatherly winds
Not covered in this winter,
Not comforted
But confronted
As am tested in terms and conditions my friend.
The fruit of infertile soil plant survived in those things my friend.

Wild creatures and wild wars with star - wars
Wildlife conversations occurred around me in my sorrounding,
No one else willing to grow on that infertile soil my dearest friend.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya

There comes a time

There comes a time
Where sweetnes
Will turn to sourness.
Comes a time where
You'll lose the best
Times where soul leave your body nor flash.
That time comes.

There comes a time
Where day, will be like not ending.
Smelling death in distance,
A time where you'll be all alone in sail, inhailing pain ins Spain.
That time comes.

There comes a time
When English speaking people, will be like speaking in Spanish.
Speaks in tongues.
That time comes.

Comes a time when families turn against each other,
Comes a times where bitternes will be removing all the sweetness of decades in historical seconds.
That time comes.

There comes a time
Where you'll be alone
At no man's land
Nor Newlands my friend.
Where judgement day will be only day after day.
That time comes.

Then comes question
What were you doing?
What did you do?
What did you prepare?
How did you treat others?
Those times comes

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya