Umziyavuka

Patience brewers frustration, while Its outputs cream the cake, offsets the Missing pieces and taps the tune on hold.  The missing pieces to this puzzle are gloomy, See the wax used to sustain life is veined with you, Rejection is more of an offset to your reliance, Like a conducter your tune every note in me, Co-existance is freed by your smile, Water builds all there is. Subjected I fill, but emotions are nothing, Value they hold is outsourced, not reliable, What’s the value of a single breath given? See the scrutiny in-between the servants, Lies remotely from the musters hand, Offerings are treated as a pale outcomes, See I am delivered close to the stimulant, To source it remarkability See my voice is stumbling, for, I am mumbling all there is to, Fumble! See I dine with fear, Knowing Patience brewers frustration, While its outputs cream the cake, offsets the Missing pieces and taps the tune on repeat. For redundant means are re-ev...

Cultivated land speak so little about frustration, The land bruise for the owner to be enlightened, While the traveler marvels at his ambiguity called, Hard work There is no catch phrases in this stanza, No equation to be solved, Mistry lies in her eyes, Few conflictions made him understand his pain, Selected listeners were brewed for his lust, Who are we? It no longer written in the blue book, Some memories the last verse, to dilute His speech in the walls of the unknown, We praise without knowing we are watched, Stoned by the words of a seer we stand in site, For at night he delivers the medication in our veins, On site he says, on site he says. Who restructured our silence? Are we together on this devastation? Are we walking? Who talked to him anyway? “It a fall of the un-divine”, who are the dynasty For dynamics keep us on a loop of the unknown, Leave? Which cluster do I instill the late redeemed! Esteemed packs of salute! Restrain...

This is not a public appeal or a cry for tuition maybe, Again not the closest to the surface of knowledge, Maybe it better to stick to the nearest classification of humanoids. Or are we so enrolled by the genetic mutation of what left of us? Are we even breeding? Do we bleed after this? Is there a chance maybe? Few equations can explain what is left of the sick toneless notions played by him, He who exhilarates the E-man his wisdom and his last infusion before we seek refuge into the dawn, Is it fatigue, maybe a well-played verse to say we have tried enough but no enough? Can we buy souls back, how about human efforts? How many times can a human fall? But again who’s falling? Is it us or just the song that plays out in your wisdom saying hi? Are we hybrids? Do we awaken the last of what left of esters knowing the purification process is dull? Is the unification of mind, body, and spirit one? Who’s encountering who? Periodic tables only speak of the tale lef...