Beautiful nightmares

Can you relate when I relay my story?
Are you the same as I fighting for glory?
Looking for hevean 'cause life now is purgatory,
To put the past behind success is mandatory,
All the pain of yesterday gone, a brand new day,
A fresh start, I ma dig a grave for my worries,
Black Mambazo in my head and its on repeat,
Diamonds on my feet yet I hardly eat,
Gold falls out of my mouth everytime I speak,
Yet I still starve even at my peak,
Beautiful nigtmares, till I find my dreams,
From all my pain, come all my schemes

Navigate through the hate like a pirate,
When I rate high everyone grows irate,
When I rate high they want to see me fall out of the sky,
Attract jealousy even just from a try,
Wanna see me weak, wanna see me break,
But I wont break, even when its bleak,
No I wont brake, I'ma keep going
Even when bigger birds snatch food from my beak,
I roar with the lions, I dont bleat with the sheep,
I roll with the wolves, I dont run with the sheep,
Take from me now 'cause you won't when I am bigger,
Beautiful blackness, my name is Africa

Sketches of happiness

Sketches and pieces of happiness,
Not a full picture yet but its beautiful work in progress,
I am overwhelmed by the masterstrokes of God's paintbrushes,
Executed with an abbot's patience even when my mind rushes,

The lead from my master's pencil feels rough against the skin of my canvas,
But I persevere knowing its necessary roughness,
Like a mother perseveres through child birth,
I want the picture big but I let Him decide the girth,

Patiently waiting till its filled with perfect colours,
Not a complete picture yet but it already looks wondrous,
I watch the master's hand work with fascinated curiosity,
The effortlessness with which it moves amplifying His superiority

I suggest colours with the humility of a Franciscan priest,
Fearful even as the words leave my lips,
My head bowed low hiding the shame of my guilt,
How dare I try to direct a hand so great,

I am always pleased when my suggestions are added in,
A shy smile invades my face as I express gratitude for the blessings granted me,
But I try not to disrupt as the master works,
I just do my part, and let him decide what its worth,

Sometimes the picture is unclear to me but the master is all-knowing,
So I am calm to see what time will end up showing,
As master says, walk by faith and not by sight,
From these sketches of happiness, I know the picture will be perfectly alright,

Tears of a black Geisha

She moves with the grace of calm waters,
Such a soothing presence,
A shining light whose brightness never falters,
A remedy to emotional ailments,
A beautiful specimen sculpted to perfection,
Beauty that inspires muses,
Skin smooth like black porcelain,
One glance and you are taken in by her angelic features,

Every curve on her body bears testimony of God's kindness,
A beautiful painting on God's canvas,
Her inner beauty is without a doubt a match to the frame,
I watch her from a distance as a stranger without a name,
Observing her flawless grace, but something is amiss,
I read a story of pain and hurt from the makeup on her face,
Her weary eyes betray the distrust born out of hurt,
What was once a loving heart is now filled with hate,

Over and over again she has been taken advantage of,
And every time pieces of her soul are ripped open she sows seeds of revenge,
Builds walls around her and never feels safe with a man,
never dates one unless hurting him is in the plan,
Convinces herself that its strength,
But never gives herself a chance to taste a relationship's true worth,
A vicious cycle is born,
she doesnt know it but bitterness is born and it leaves her torn,

Alone in the dark she feels unwanted,
Cries to herself, all her escapades leave her haunted,
Unconsciously the layers of her makeup become denser,
Her face emotionless each day moving closer to being a Geisha,
The deeper the cracks in her heart the more makeup she appplies,
The more she tries to hide them the bigger
the reminder its all lies,
Her smile no longer radiates in her eyes,
Its true beauty lost to a slow demise,

Her happy face is a mask. Tears of a geisha.