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Man is a slave

Man is a slave

Born without his consent
Schooled to accept his descent
And traits passed on by forebears
What blames and pains he forbears
She looks at him
With eyes dim
Sees the lust he does crave
For man is her slave

He has urges unschooled
Learning not as much as he’s fooled
His yearnings puerile as seen
Is a pawn for his teacher mean
She’s skilful with the snare
Yet ole conscience will not him spare
Against his will he turns out depraved
Man is enslaved

We all shake heads at him
He pervert we prim
Yet in him we watch our shame
Flesh and blood and sweat the same
Desires like fire glimmers
But spirit like light shimmers
If flesh outshines spirit’s wave
Man might die a slave

Song of a fallen king

Song of a fallen king

He came from our world
Having lived and hoped and sang with us
He was taken from our world
A world void and without form

He left this world of wants and complaints
A world of hate and neighborliness
Of frustration and of truth
The world he has known from birth

He was received in the other world
He was deceived in the odder world
A world of plenty and fancy
A world of beauty and flattery

He learnt new songs
Songs of laughter and self deceit
Our own songs of pain and hope
Were fading in his hearing

He was being schooled in lies
The lies of denial
Denial of our existence
Existence of needs
Needs for justice
Justice of life
Life of vanity
His fame knew no bounds
His greatness a burden on our necks

Some came to worship
Some from amongst us
Selling our humanity for gold
Building his palace with celestial bricks

They said he spoke from up above

Suddenly the voice of the Most High thundered
Bolting him from the heavens
Down to earth he falls amongst us a man!
He falls amongst us a man!


He falls down singing
Songs of the victimized
Singing to whoever would listen
Singing like a morning bird
Chased from its nest
With pelting stones
From children’s camp

He falls to our world
And becomes like us again
Alas none of us is God
We are all but mere mortals

Saint Eric Winter

life is gen gen

life is gent gent
take it coole
if life is so busy
why not take it easy
listen
to the sound of reason
music of life- breathing
heart rhytm
the beat is posh
no be small
no dey rush
any more
cause the time is short
you could end up shot
loose nuzzles
some smokin gun
those who will for fun
with conscience gone sickly
try to get rich quickly
but
cut life short
nuts
looking for short
cuts

good dont come off the ancients
it comes through with patience
it's no gangsters' fool
though the lyrics cool
when players come in deceivin
they say believing's receivin
instantly
infantly
mil'tantly
the bait is fully
inexplicably defendable
flexible
not expendable

take it slow
make i flow
who don't know
make dem know
as you lay your bed
you lay head
if you kill sleep
you're gonna keep
what you'll reap
deep

stop the hurry
chop the story
take out time
feel the lines
check the rhyme
see the signs
a heart at peace
increases
please
this
couldnt be
if no be God
man of God
backbite the man
fight with God

bros
take time
feel the rhyme
cos
this clime
na endtime

no crime
no time for gragra
violence
viagra
silence!

come off it thugs
we don't do drugs
mere fantasy
falacy

jelousy na sickness
gotta mind ya business

wanna be on top?
gotta get down
everything that goes up
sure to get down

slow and steady wins the race
not by power
't is by grace

you got one life to live
what you got is what you give
do not borrow
bone ya sorrow
hold da morrow
i pause
chorus follow