Just like natural fountain
And the burning ice at the mountain
which bear the frost rain
Resembles your lovely eyes curtain.
...
One day you will hear the story
A very different story
May be from someone you know
Or perhaps from the stranger
...
I know the place where they have rules
But their first rule is to break the rules
Then kill your eyes
Then change your names and thoughts
...
I'm stressed moving alone
I see many ways with dry thorn
I see people's tongue with sharp borne
My eyes see lamentations in a deep tone
...
It look like funny but it isn't
When you hug a girl who is not ur height
She likes you and you let her into ur heart
Then comes the time to make things right
...
They start offering a comfort
Little tiny seeds set root after root
And then, they dive deep into your thought
They stay with you through day and night
...
I'm the third generation
From dismayed population
Vending and peddling is only occupation
I was born after failed abortion
...
I don't talk in the morning
Or make story in the noon
Or drink when the sun is down
Because i'm so much taken
...
I know you won't give me another chance
Coz my shirt is full of blood
A dirt man who do not deserve your hug
You think i'm a devil just because i didn't make your tears count
...
Like inferential twins on their birthday
Perhaps like two anonymous traveller
Who are catching the same route
One is rich and the other is not
...
Think of light, think of candle
i'm thinking about black candle
The brightest one i have ever handle
It glows in my mind and through the window
...
I'm not very wise to be genius
But I'm strong to make your heart jealous
I'll burn each page of your previous
Just take time and stay serious.
...
If i tell you my names
Will you stand the costs
If i paint my color on your eyes
Are you going to render assonant look
...
Dad is deeply sorry for what happened
Couldn't make it the first day you breathed
I'm happy ur mama did, ooh God! she did
And you know she made you..
...
Love is just a dream
When you walk into someone's life
Is like getting into the bedroom
And sleep forever
...
Welcome to my home town
The Pure green and virgin city
Walk across the alley and meet my family
Welcome to the real life odeon
...
Like inferential twins on their birthday
Perhaps like two anonymous traveller
Who are catching the same route
One is rich and the other is not
...
I remember those bitter days
When the world turned against my fess
All friends stacked with their friends
The planet were burning into fire flames
...
My beautiful girl friend
My long time best friend
I'm writing to you when you're not around
That the sweat of my skin you never make to spend
...
You said your eyes will always look after me
Your hands will take care of my heart rhyme
Not only pretty and brave but Obedient to me
And in return i owe you my heart with all of me
...
Moxie-De -Lucky, Is the name which appear most wherever my work of art apear where my formal names are: Moses Salimu Juma. If i have a free time which mostly i don't have i would use it write many poems as much as i could or watch intelectual movies or write feeling touching songs, go the gym or read my favourite book or perhapes find my self a deep water for diving beause these are the things i enjoy to do most in my life. I'm writing because my heart tells me to do it and i don't expect anything in return appart from the happiness that flow out from the bottom of my heart. This is not about hobby only but fulfilling my heart desire. Writing poems is the only way that i can tell the world what occupy my brain and my heart in a time being. My name is Moses Salimu Juma, the Honor graduate from University of Dar es Salaam based on Physical and Sport Science. I'm the father to my son and the son to my mother, brother to my siblings and friend to my very few friends. Thanks and welcome.)
The Nature
Just like natural fountain
And the burning ice at the mountain
which bear the frost rain
Resembles your lovely eyes curtain.
When the breeze unveil their love
To the jungles's dove
So your pleasing voice deserve
Deserve to heal me when i'm starve
Loving someone is like getting into the bedroom and sleep forever.
Persuaders die in their early but not too soon like tomb diggers.
You see rats and dogs but before our eyes are brothers and sisters.
Always the best, Your poems expresses real life situation, deep feelings, but best off all they educates
Thanks for your support my baddest bard brotherAmosiMgonja