My poem is a social media

My poem is a social media

That's why my readership can be India

just blazing smokeless
then drinking wettingful

people facebook and learnless
then networking plentiful

why social media mad love
twits and status updates

i can fan you on facebook
follow you on twitter

friend you on myspace
digg you up

google you up but

why can't i see you in the face
feel you, and touch you, anyway

Are you fo'real
or it's just an online thrill

my poem is hot, blogspot is the cook
it feeds people from a pot on facebook

with a spicy note application
it might seem like a complication

but networkedblogs make you follow that blog
the one you like and never dog...

wow this whole thing about social media is cool
making me unable to learn in school

but makes me a fool
as a money making tool

Your business gets a brand market
An advertising platform blanket

your events get juicy promotion
your customers get product updates

you build your fan base
when the bad guy hacks will it erase

i dont know if you are doing all these
but it's good for some of people

next time i write something
i will label or tag it facebook or twitter
may be google if not bing

catch you on my blog for the next poem

A social network friend is waiting to like it
comment or share it in the social media whelm.

Changing

Sometimes I think that it’s not for me
That this whole thing is just a dream +
Most of the time it hurts like death and most of the time I do feel dead
Dead to the possibilities that I could only dream up but never experience
What should last eludes me; my world is just a kaleidoscope of change
Nothing stays the same long enough for me to breathe it in
It seems like the universe is running away from me, it doesn’t embrace me like it should
It pushes me aside and tosses out my ideas and leaves me feeling drained and worthless
Where’s the strength that I’m supposed to have
This false resilience that has me held up in mock pride is fading fast
Its sheer will that’s keeping me afloat above my tears
My muscles are weak and my heart is giving out
It’s only a matter of time before it all ends

This demon

it's here again,
this demon in my mind that puts uncertainty in my heart and soils my spirit
it pushes aside my reasoning and clouds my happiness
this demon from where it comes I don't know
there has to be a way to fight off this disease that is decaying my self respect and contaminating my common sense
I scream and moan at this demon yet I let it control me; use me; devour me
until there's nothing left but a pitiful, sorry shadow of me
that casts starkness over my very will to exist; to live; to love
someone help ; my insecurity is killing me

THIS POEM

My mother tongue is poetry
I live, walk, talk n spit poetry
the air i breathe has a poem
the life i live is a poetic lyric
Today i am unlocking the poem that has been untold
This poem is not written
This poem was born
This poem is my perrypoetry
This poem is from a hustler country
A world far from the worthy
This poem is raw, ghetto, street, hood
This poem is contemporary
This poem is inspired by creativity
This poem is inspired by a drug dealer, a killer, a gangster
This poem is inspired by people in the slums, streets, ghettos and the shanty towns
This poem is inspired by rap, rhyme, hiphop,
This poem is what i call headline of contemporary poetry
This poem is a mass media
It is CNN, BBC, Aljazeera, GhanaWeb, Myjoyonline, Daily Graphic, New York Times,
washington post
This poem is a social network
It is facebook, myspace, perfspot, mypaddies.com
This poem is music
It is hiphop, r n b, reggae, jazz, rock, highlife, hiplife
This poem is a continent
It is Africa, America, Europe, Asia, Australia
This poem is a story, a play
It is drama,opera, action, thriller, comedy, cartoon
This poem is the future
It is microsoft, google, itunes, youtube, yahoo, facebook
This poem has no end
This poem is a language
It is arabic, chinese, english, latin, twi, swahili, hindi, russian, portugese, spanish, german, french, dutch, japanese hausa
This poem is football
It is fifa, eufa, english premier league, la liga, bundisliga
This poem is politics
This poem is business
This poem is fashion
This poem is what makes our world go round

THE SEXY SLUM GIRL

She is the sexiest slum girl
She is a pro in her world
She is commercial
Her job is controversial
She is a sex worker
Would you call her a sucker
she does hot business for good money
she rock them corporate men erotically
She put it on them politicians romantically
She twist it upon your husband electrically
She play it cool on your boyfriend passionately raw
she bangs your boss seductively on the floor
she lay it hot and wild on any man
she gives them satisfaction and fun
she is the queen of the capital
She is the dynasty of the night
she is hottest sexy thing
She is the President and CEO of HOTGIRLZ INC.
a subsidary of corporateHARDCORE!
She is the sexy slum girl....

College

College is a great school.
College is a powerful tool.
College teaches great lessons.
College makes great persons.
College is very good.
College is an academic food.
College is a higher height.
College is a wiser fight.

This Fire

There is a fire burning, The fire hurts not.
The fire isn't hot.
This fire doesn't make the blood run cold.
This fire has a story that must be told.
Its flame is passion.
And has much compassion.
This fire is burning somewhere deep within.
This fire doesn't destroy a thing.
This fire is beautiful.
This fire is wonderful.
This fire never dies.
This fire inspires.
This fire unites.
This fire hates fights.
It frowns on hostility but smiles at unity.
This fire makes the world a better place.
This fire has no race. This fire you must have.
This fire is called love.