Ghetto Poetry - Dravitoz

poetry rhymes

2011-06-05T23:59:00.003+02:00

scribble words at sunrise;
leaning on my window pane,
seductive flowin poetry love,
stimulates verbal poetry rhyme.

journey through lyrical fame;
rhymes tame seductive thoughts,
wake up to poetic wet dreams,
late night poetic justice.

cautiously fold poetry verses;
creatin famous poetry pages,
intimate lyrical poetry rhymes,
back to basics poetry lyrics.

flowin ghetto poetry breed;
dizzy high on poetry weed,
attention to lyrical detail,
ghetto floetry fairy tale.

baseless ghetto poetry beats;
finger snap musical lyrics,
circles of poetry lovers,
nation supreme poetry rhymes.

[poetry rhymes][sighs]

still bloggin (part 1)

2011-03-18T10:00:00.009+02:00

been a while since i last blogged,
been doin some dreamin & aspirin;
still hard at thuggin & hustlin,
still paper chasin, playin hard.

still play my ghetto thuggin beats,
still puffin the air with ghetto lyrics;
still stalked by jealous tattooed faces,
still keepin it kasi style baggy jeans.

still roamin the streets of soweto,
acclimatizing to the stoundin echo (voices);
street corners lay African beauties,
nature lovin beauty African queens.

still believe in my African roots,
born to be free on ancestral lands;
image of my being well represented,
shall i not falter nor feel blinded

still ponder over senseless wishes,
movin closer to the arc of dreams;
forever believing in better days,
stressing life pleasant pleasures.

[sighs]

to be continued...

[-== thoughts are with Japan. God bless ==-]

sweetest anniversary

2010-12-02T14:37:00.002+02:00

careless Kiswahili taboo whispers;
face of an African beauty princess.
love fallen from the silent skies;
blessings from silent love angels.

sweetest anniversary...smile for me

cutest laughter seductive smile;
angel stance destructive curve.
she moves sideways sexy waist;
she smiles to modern love fate.

sweetest anniversary...smile for me

my mirror reflects her beauty;
such a feeling - morning so fly.
she runs the bath body so sweet;
pretty imaginations my heart beat.

sweetest anniversary...smile for me

she strolls lazily down my valley;
she tangles swiftly her sweaty belly.
admiration picture perfect - freeze;
her breathe close to ear such breeze.

sweetest anniversary...smile for me

look to stars such a lovely blessing;
first time in life feel love breathing.
definition of love-deluxe so supreme;
curves of my existence so sublime.

sweetest anniversary...sweetest Kiswahili taboo

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Ghetto Dreams

2010-11-01T19:13:00.009+02:00

dreams reflected through the skies;
ghetto sublime dreams and fantasies,
standing watching as the night falls;
stars paint graffiti of better days.

morning sunrise...so picture perfect;
ghetto wind whistles...sound so sweet,
ghetto child rise reach better moments;
the dawn paints graffiti of better days.

ghetto street blocks so easy loving;
a silent hope for a better living,
ghetto children wear innocent smiles,
juvelines paint graffiti of better days.

mind boggles fantasties at twilight;
blazing sweet memories at sunset,
diary of ghetto hopeful dreams,
pages paint graffiti of better days.

dear God hear us speak pure words;
bless Holy our daily ghetto dreams,
a moment like this screams blissful words;
such times paint graffiti of better days.

ghetto child, reach for the silent heavens.

ghetto juvenile, reach for the bright stars.

our ghetto dreams; ghetto fantasies; ghetto moments.

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"ghetto child walk with me, keep your head up. smile for me now"

sunset through my eyes

2010-03-23T12:27:00.003+02:00

ten thousand miles away from home,
she stood with a thousand smile.
she had an ascent pretty in many ways,
it was like sunset through my eyes.

her careless dance moves on the floor,
stimulated the desire to want more.
she moved everyone with curious minds,
it was like sunset through my eyes.

she captured my pretty imagination,
love tangled in a silent motion.
slowly she painted love signals,
it was like sunset through my eyes.

staring at the wonders of beauty,
she drove me closer to my fantasy.
caught up in the valley of many rivers,
it was like sunset through my eyes.

it was a perfect moment lost in time,
tangled rising on the wings of love.
charmed by her pleasant smiles,
it was like sunset through my eyes.

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letter to my unborn child

2009-12-16T12:01:00.010+02:00

conceived out of passionate love;
i kept my faith in God to receive.
maturing with time in the womb;
drew me closer to fatherhood.

black oppression was the demon;
that stalked the break of dawn.
cruel friendships embraced me;
at most when i needed love.

reflection of misery on my mirror;
painted an image of my sorrow.
life was so unjust to thee;
redemption was my only hope.

struggles of life seemed so brutal;
new day with no meaning so fatal.
lived a life thorned by mistakes;
judgement was my only weakness.

faith and belief was my motivation;
desire to succeed was my mission.
contemplating victory every second;
excited the reason to live beyond.

beauty & wonder lay beside me;
sparked the passion for love.
now today you lay silently;
her womb caring so gently.

in the midst of my days;
shall i remember the times.
her love painted a new beginning;
to life that once had no meaning.

letter to my unborn child.

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Related Writing: Baby Born by Dravitoz

journal memories

2009-09-03T14:49:00.008+02:00

where did our paths cross;
day we shared innocent smiles?
have we forgotten it all;
now this moment that we fall.

momeries in the pages of my journal;
appear to the blink of the eye still.
simple things in life we treasure;
matter in this life we endeavour.

carefully i paint your smile;
now a distant faded picture.
graffiti of your pretty face;
slowly the mind shall erase.

silence has proven to be a burden;
with the little time that has fallen.
will the chemistry ever materialize;
scared the feeling might subside?

i curse the wind that blew the candle;
im lost in time like an infant in a cradle.
im left caged in this cold feeling;
always remember im still breathing.

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"Wish you well...hope you always remember"

fallen times

2009-08-21T12:31:00.003+02:00

triggered by juvenile thoughts;
thinking about fallen times,
everything has faded away,
as I walk down the driveway.

i've shed my better days;
been lost in my own ways,
trapped in suicidal thoughts,
thinking about fallen times.

puff n pass the cold nights;
blaze through strong winds,
seems like i am standin still,
thinking about fallen times.

sound of sweet melodies play;
lay on my back moving astray,
guilt tripping on my thoughts,
thinking about fallen times.

through all the days gone by;
the shadow still remains silent,
gently walking everywhere i go,
thinking about fallen times.

calculating my steps moving closer;
i stand look back reminiscing deeper,
into a world once known to me,
bag my thoughts and walk away with pride.

thinking about fallen times.

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"I will never forget you..."

silent heavens

2009-07-28T13:45:00.005+02:00

silent heavens breath a few words,
a long stare into the lonely skies.
the mind boggles the troubled times,
i'm trapped in these troubled waters.

so many troubled souls down here;
prostitution of young black sisters,
teenage boys inside our own prisons,
a nation cursed by selfish demons.

episodes of gender transformation,
innocent images of God losing identity.
violent passion of love making,
resulting in unwanted babies.

silent heavens breath a few words,
a long stare into the lonely skies.
the mind boggles the troubled times,
i'm trapped in these troubled waters.

dark angels crawl our ghetto streets,
living in fear of our own shadows.
termination of young future leaders,
from our very own teenage abortions.

politicians running for parliamentary,
scores of our people going hungry.
i seek divine intervention on the horizon,
hope God hears my prayer at the break of dawn.

silent heavens breath a few words,
a long stare into the lonely skies.
the mind boggles the troubled times,
i'm trapped in these troubled waters.

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dear dreamer

2009-07-15T17:19:00.005+02:00

somethings do last forever,
somethings were never meant to be.
vivid dreams scattered at bed side,
mind of a dreamer caught up in confusion.

mind addicted to fame and fortune,
it was lust for success at early prime.
who could ever tell the future,
misery on the cards dear dreamer?

silent thoughts creep the mind,
caught up in the deceased dreams.
mourn the fairy tale at dawn,
sunrise dries the fallen tears.

reflections on the mirror not so kind,
living life on the edge of misery?
somethings do last forever,
somethings were never meant to be.

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soweto ecstacy

2009-02-26T16:15:00.005+02:00

low ride into the Soweto nights,
memories of my ghetto nights;
mind dusts the celebrity soil,
heritage to the living soul.

i walk the streets of fame,
driven by curiousity i blaze;
excited, trapped, lost in time,
i am dazzled by the Soweto nite.

morning comes to the heart's desire,
sunrise endures the kasi flavour;
it is a true feeling indeed,
to be part of such a heritage.

i switch on Radio Jakaranda,
is this my old man's station?
the station that played icons,
icons that stood the test of time.

kasi chicks flow galore,
beauty pleases the eye;
not too shy yet so sweet,
nature loving picture perfect.

i hear a squeaking sound;
i turn into a Gusheshe parade;
an O is drawn during daylight,
screams of joy set the mood.

low ride into the Soweto nights,
memories of my ghetto nights;
mind dusts the celebrity soil,
heritage to the living soul.

Soweto Ecstacy

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summer time

2008-11-18T10:57:00.000+02:00

summer time ifikile,
sunny days of great vibe.
can u feel the scotching sun,
shorties wanna be divine.

i hear kasi car washes banging,
with a soul sound of music bragging.
a heat wave of dry winds,
catches the thirst for cold lagers.

swmming pools escalate with shorties,
a day to bask and maze, sweeties!
wot lovely days ahead,
more sunny days de blaze.

i luv summer time,
brings out more fire.
double up the beer cases,
bring out the cute faces.

summer time ifikile,
sizobona kuwe nawe,
xha ixhesha lifikile,
hayi summer time yizo lezo...

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little something

2008-09-24T23:38:00.007+02:00

dear blog, it's me again

i blive that life is a blessing,

if only it possesses true morals.

life is about self belief,

values, pride and dignity.

we make life to what it is today,

because it is a story untold.

there are so many crossroads in life,

that @ tyms we tend to ask questions.

should i go forward in life,

should i do ryt?

should i do left?

or should i go back?

life is about one's decisions,

those decisions that make or break u.

u can pride on precise & concrete decisions,

but @ tyms they can be so misleading.

...it's just a constant thought.

...or more-less u know - i can say...

life is like a book,

it consists of many chapters.

chapters about steps u've taken,

chapters about ure own being.

these chapters r ur own life,

they define who u r.

regardless dear friend, my brother, my sister;

the pen will always scribble ure pages.

i guess in life...

no one knows about each other's pages.

...unless we share or read one's pages.

& that...can only b achieved;

if ever, u find the ryt book.

the book, a story untold.

words from within

2008-09-23T12:08:00.006+02:00

curves into my solitary world,
crossroads of uncertainty.
my mind is torn into pieces,
everyday i walk this earth.

heavenly Father bless this soul,
buried amongst the scars of hatred.
what do i fear the most?
the man i've become - i'm so confused.

i'm playing tunes of my misery,
isolated in the den of ruthless loneliness.
i'm having visions of my burial,
enemies keep stalking my grave.

poetry is what i live 4,
words from this disoriented pen.
i leave behind a legacy,
a naked path to all those who believe...

in the words from within.

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Modified - 30 September 2008

freeway melodies

2008-09-23T09:34:00.003+02:00

judge me not - son of Africa.
it has been talent since birth.
the greatest passion - was my ambition.
forever tattooed in my heart, dreamer.

flip of an ocean wave - a story is told.
from early days of tumbling steps,
to the crystal days of freeway melodies.
the African soil has been good to me.

the setting sun, gentle sun-rays on my skin.
finest hour since childhood, such better days.
smile drawn on my face, such care-free moments.
o man...i was born at the right time...my word.

the careless walks down the kasi streets,
girls in their spring mini skirts.
such a blessing in the change of season.
God has truly been good to me.

freeway melodies

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heavenly father

2008-09-18T10:07:00.025+02:00

Heavenly Father.

i am down on my knees,
protect me from my enemies.

cast away my fears,
dry my lonely tears.

bless this daily bread,
protect me from starvation.

bless my night dreams,
protect me from demons.

in the light of success,
paint the path to glory days.

the ambitious life I live,
protect me from the jealousy syndrome.

in the shortness of my breathe,
ventilate my lungs with strength.

in the days of darkness,
be the light of my life.

teach me how to pray,
lead me not to stray.

Amen.

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destiny

2008-09-18T10:07:00.024+02:00

define destiny. what is destiny?
is it the picture of a successful man in his expensive car;
while a young brother begs in the streets for survival?

define destiny. what is destiny?
is it genocide of innocent people in the streets of Africa;
while we seek entertainment in every street of our suburban place?

define destiny. what is destiny?
is it the death of a new born baby;
while we fulfill our sexual fantasies in every corner of our living room?

define destiny. what is destiny?
is it the picture of an abusive father;
while a young girl is caught up in the sheets of confusion and fear?

define destiny. what is destiny?
is it the prostitution of young teenagers;
while a young girl graduates with straight A's?

define destiny. what is destiny?
is it the casual drop out of students from school;
while we receive scholarships to expensive living?

define destiny. what is destiny?
is it the passing of an unattended sick child;
while he contemplates suicide on the third floor?

what is your definition of destiny?

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baby born

2008-09-18T10:07:00.022+02:00

nine months of comfort in the womb,

the world awaits the new born.
it cries the sign of new life,
a mother's perfect miracle.

the bond grows so much that it climax,
carefully she applies love deluxe.
the greatest gift to mankind,
the miracle of continuity to life.

patient signs of maturity,
full of nutritionist purity.
it moves in motionless stumbling steps,
such joy and happiness.

clueless about the crossroads in life,
it matters not to the beautiful creature.
so young and tender it matures with confidence,
that life would ask of it with time.

these are the words scribbled by the pen,
my words to the newly born.
o...how I wish it was mine,
nevertheless its God's gift to human race.

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Let the new born shine the hour of change.
Let us stop abortion, the killing of the unborn.

my poetry love

2008-09-15T13:00:00.001+02:00

the words flow through my vein,
standing watching the rain.
the deepest poetry in motion,
storms the airs with commotion.

the sweetest sound of rhymes,
triggers thousand smiles.
the endless tap of my fingers,
creates astounding poetry beats.

pages from my poetry journal,
keeps an image of my belief.
that every second of my breathing,
creates a minute of my poetry.

this life that I am living,
paints a picture of my breeding.
that every line in my poetry,
is destined to be poetry.

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being black

2008-09-15T12:57:00.001+02:00

i like being black,
because I am black;

what makes me black?
is it the color of my skin?
is it my personality?
is it my black coffee?

who made me to be black?
is it my mother?
is it my father?
is it God?

i like being black,
because I am black;

who says I am black?
is it your intuition?
is it my racist friend?

i like being black,
because I am black;

being black motives me,
being black creates peace,
being black catches the eye,
being black, being me.

i like being black,
because I am black;

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life is hard

2008-09-15T12:52:00.002+02:00

do dreams come true?
such vivid imaginations.
hanging on loose threads
of hopeless dreams.
life is hard.

barely 19, caught up in the
midst of fame and fortune.
hard to remember her roots,
living the life of ecstasy.
life is hard.

break of dawn, thoughts of
survival ring bells in his mind.
lonely venture into the big city streets.
every hour pushes the button of fate.
he goes by the name of "street kid"
life is hard.

in the pool of blood,
that is where she lay cold.
caught up in the love web.
victim of suicide.
life is hard.

the child at birth,
fifteen minutes too late.
dead silence. no cry.
early death at birth.
life is hard.

Bless me Father.

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african beauty

2008-09-15T12:47:00.002+02:00

face reflected in all mirrors of beauty.
she is an African beauty.
her body drawn in the shape of a queen, pure geometry.
she stimulates the innocent mind.

her smile sends vibes of pretty imaginations.
I stop and glare at the wonders of beauty.
God made an african queen - such precision.
i wonder if she ever notices her beauty?

her moonlight eyes so majestic,
compliments true vision of loveliness.
she is an African beauty.
her presence is so secretive,
makes every moment a moment to treasure.

thoughts in my head run wild,
for the image surpasses truest nature.
wonder if tomorrow will bring her closer,
closer to the grasp of my fantasy?

african beauty

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muslim girl

2008-09-15T12:45:00.003+02:00

be it that we are on different cultures,
there was something about the muslim
girl that always fined tuned my prime.
her elegance and beauty - so sound.

her motion and smile
would create a thousand crystal clear
waves. she was so natural
and everything about her was so picture
perfect. did she ever notice me? i doubt.

i felt that my attraction went unnoticed.
was she ever interested in me?
was it the color of my skin?
was it our diverse cultures?
i will never know.

there were times when I felt a sound
connection when we talked.
the spark was there - i felt it.
i was so caught up in her beauty,
class, style - delightful to
the eye. o man - the muslim girl.

[laughs]
i would daze, watch her stroll
caught up in her mix of fun.
i felt so weak and defenseless.
i moved on eventually and healed
from my fantasies. [Giggles]

muslim girl.

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first love

2008-09-15T12:43:00.001+02:00

the first love.
so innocent and supreme.
just could not get enough.
i remember my first love.

the late night calls.
the endless heart beat.
the sky painted "Love"
everything picture perfect.

the cute brown-eyed girl;
she was everything to me.
forever smiling was she.
i remember my first love.

the romantic love ballads;
filled the air so gentle.
she was my painting.
called out her name every night.
i remember my first love.

the dairy of our moments;
fills our love pages.
since you've been gone,
love has not been the same.

first Love.

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time

2008-09-15T12:37:00.001+02:00

time. what is time?

is it the distance between two lovers?
is it the distance between two enemies?
is it the distance between two oceans?
is it the distance between two lands?

if not, then what is time?

is time the base to our decisions?
is time the carrier of aging?
is time measured in seconds, minutes or hours?
is time measured through thoughts or feelings?

if not, then what is time?

do we give into time?
does time give true sense of meaning to life?
what role does time play in our lives?
does time define the beginning or the end?

if not, then what is time?

does time contribute to life issues?
does time contribute to life factors?
does time give us hope?
does time create opportunities?

if not, then what is time?

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