cold fire burning

Can you speak silence?

My moment of silence always follows my moment of violence

Zero tolerance the world fits in my lens

Fists clenched, thirst quenched after reading some will have screens munched

Like a lightning reality strikes,

tears on my face nightmares on my bedside

like a ripper, darkness creeps the night

and fear is my master let it conquer and consume my light

Hand waving goodbye as if I'm deleting the past

Life is a test and I have it with distinctions passed

Responsible for the charcoal in hell

Still not sure if Satan really retired as an ang-el

It will be a pun to say he was fired 

play with life close my eyes and roll the dice

as i search for the truth in this pile of lies

rich in mind with knowledge wealth of the wise

create heaven on earth im an architect of life

I'm blamed for adding a lot of Lot's wife to the wound

All this while the Lord tuned

Man was made from mud I made mud

Was still a toddler sitting on a flying mat

When you are the best and you pass all the tests they say you mad

unlike mist to the sun i will not fade away

i have the world in my palm drop it let them fall away

i keep coming like Monday  inevitable like everyday.

Author's Note

this poem was originally written by my dear friend tumelo Isaac Mohlokoane