The Rebellious Truth Somebody once told me that Cloning is illegal But never told us how to not clone See he told us that cloning is wrong But didnt provide us with the knowledge and tools to not clone Hence today we reproduce everything that passes our stubborn heads Be it how we look How we dress And how we speak And we change our identities! To suit the exact image of that sugar coat The exact photocopy of that photoshop in the palm core of our minds A clone! We spend a lot of money On surgical fixes we dont even know We go through overwhelming pain Just to be what the world would notice We go through this terrifying horror of our lives Just to fit in crowds for the sake of presence and praise But are we really at peace with our selves? At closed doors Are we really at content with ourselves and what lies ahead of our noses? The moment we stand before the mirror Do we see a reflection of ornaments we ought to be? Or do we see just broken pearls of a broken soul It starts off with pedicures and menicures Then a few adjustments here and there We do more of booty checks Skin checks and all those facial checks Stuffing them cheques so to adjust these defaulsive checks But we never do some reality check See the reality is We are broken souls Stuffing all these needles and growing some extra flesh will bring us no happiness in life See whats broken is a soul Thats what needs surgery I mean to be exact How do you fix something that God has already placed His paintbrush on? How do you live with the deed and guilt knowing that you have destroyed a sketch that God has made in his own bare hands and image? How do you live knowing that you have diminished what God rendered as a perfect object? A perfect painting! I mean This sketch you are wasnt made out of any rush, rage or guilt or out of any boredom of some sort but Out of passion and a lot of timing Out of love and a dearing purpose So how do you as mortal man Spot errors on something thats already done with no spaces for improvement Or for a simple math of addition nor subtraction? Is like spotting the petals of a rose Carefully placed and coloured in as they are And you out of all people want to cut them out and displace Or poison them to make them change or de-shape? Whats there to change on a rose? Whats painful is These surgical processes we undergo dont just Down our monies leaving holes on our pockets Sink average life and leave us living below the breadline But They are addictive like cocaine! The moment you try them You are addicted And tempted to do them again One more time and a zillion times again You never stop like a junkie The cravings and the dissatisfaction inside you are insidious The notion builds up into torment But the result is never obtained- bringing even more torment! Because they burn like morphine,,, Leaving you disfigured and more like a joke And the more you do them The more you are burned beyond recognition and of a ghost Hence they say Twice as much aint twice as good and cant sustain like a one half could,,, Too much of something ruins everything with these surgical blades Because you disown your own life With every surgical blade or injection you take You forfeit a part of you that makes you-YOU! And there shall be no more you but a half of you! It traumatises me; How one could Be ashamed of the pigmentation of the colour of their own skin Or How anyone would Be depressed by the thickness or thinness of their own voice Or be disturbed or sickened by the shape and nature of their own nose, lips or eyebrows, chin and whatsoever organ on their body I mean dont they know That out of all these bird species we are We can be birds and some be doves Not everybody is born a singing bird A high flying one or a one that catches sight But The beauty of every bird lies in the colour and placement of its feathers The melody it sings and the sound it screeches The depth of its voice and the height it stands above ground The size and shape of its beak and what it does with it And the charm it holds within its wings as it stretches them to fly or to glide Thats where the royal beauty lies The one money cant buy,,, So whats there to buy? As beauty is already cupped within you like a polished diamond Whats there to change? When every Angle on every Side of you at every Part of you Is like gold of the honeycombs Whats there to change? When you are golden and sweet like honey that is untouched in a swarm of golden bees Whats there to change or to buy? Whats sad is Every time you desperately race after that perfection you so desire in life there be some signal lost The processing goes like Roaming-Roaming-Loading-Loading- and then DOWNLOAD ERROR Yet it cant be undone it cant reversed nor be changed The spilt ink has dried into a stubborn stain The error left a permanent scar on your face! And the scar rule is: Too many scars, patched or stitched around a body are a presentation of a ragged sack Once you are in this state, darling you are ruined! You stare into a mirror and see a baseball You cry You walk into a packed room where people suddenly race out You cry foul Forgetting that you hibernated eggs that never hatched But still You cry that you are rough tackled Calling for a referees red card intervention Yet you know That you are the only player on the ground And the only heels you have to kick Are no other than the ones you own Because you are a distraction to your own life And there comes a time in life When needles cant do you no good no more All you need is just Jesus Christ The saviour of lives He is the only one who can save you from this threat you are As He is the way the truth and the light Thats just the truth The naked truth The Rebellious Truth That Rebels Lies Whats there to change? Willie M Rapholo
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 12:46:51 +0000
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