Alkebulanian in Alkebulan

Love is an unconditional condition that suffers no competition, When mind meets body and soul at its epicenter there's no stopping the energy in motion, The circle is pure and free from vicious practices, portions and deception, Love is the place two become one without subtraction, Rather the numbers merge into completion and desires come to fruition, Love is the fire and the heart its hearth, Begetting nothing but more love: Its offspring are full of virtue and untainted from birth, Know love and know nothing but mirth, In it you should bath and drown your wrath. ~ALshaVERB

I am the inside man, They all know who I am, They know I know their every plan, And that makes me the troublesome one. I am the inside woman, My man knows who I am, He knows he's my only man, Still that don't stop the fun. I am the inside one, The soul knows that we are one, I am the voice of the daughter and also the son, Our secrets ain't for everyone.  I am the inside man,                                       The silent one, the troublesome one, I am the substance in the existence of every man, Let's talk more tomorrow, for now am done.  ~ALshaVERB

"Men are callous creatures," her grandma said. "They are only after one thing." That, she did remember at the beginning and the end of each fling; Each 'phallusy' more phenomenal than the other, in lust and never lasting; Loose lips sink ships so they might as well just sing; She figured if those hips could pay heaps then she might as well just sin; Drove them crazy with her curves and drove them crazy in their back seats; Wrapped them round her finger like Jerry curls, incoming, outgoing; Summer boy, winter boy, rebound boy, running; Running towards her goal post to score shots, charming!; Until the wind started blowing and the fire started burning; Then came the coughing and the choking, yes! the fire was spreading; Isolated in the left wing; Thinking about her last will; Thinking about her coffin; Thinking about the wine, the whiskey and the dry gin; All it took was a couple nails and she was hammered in; Forever shut away from li...

Black poet, White poet, Red poet, Coloured poet, United as one in a quest for knowledge, Entangled in chains of thought free of bondage, Born to serve through the pen, to the craft we pay hommage, Linguistic dreams keep us alive and even through strife we somehow manage. Short poet, Tall poet, Fat poet, Thin poet, Different in the physical, Together in the spiritual, Fascinated by the mystical, Philosophical and lyrical. Rich poet, Poor poet, Opulent poet, Down-to-earth poet, The words themselves are in a class of their own, Their value immeasurable, their power renown, Self-expression the only currency we've ever really known, From way back when we were kids and our little lights shone. Singer poet, Rapper poet, Writer poet, Spoken-word poet, Same platform, different stages, perform for a fee, 2pac be like: "All eyez on me"and sometimes for free, Sometimes they hear, sometimes they see, Thoug...

                                                              My teacher deserves a beating for beating me up while teaching me lies, For lashing out on my delicate behind with no good reason and then enjoying my cries, For crossing out my views with a red pen and still expecting me to revise, For adopting a superiority complex based on suits and ties, For having no idea about or respect for my intelligence and still claiming to be wise,   For cate gorizing students of varied unique capabilities alike:  thereby gambling with futures like dice, For forcefully instilling ideologies using a fear-based device, For telling me that the missionaries came to my homeland to do something nice; For calling my people savage apes based on Darwin's lies, For claiming that my roots were uncivilized and ridden with v...