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Heavenly War

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Dilate your eyes to impostures presiding over the masses
And see God precipitate his reign to break disguise…
It’s war in the heavens, and when the Armageddon is dark and dread
I hear a voice from a distant relative whisper (I get up and make it happen).
Bu t the ambience of war has become man’s utmost fear, oh I fear,
Despair has impaled our frail hearts coz our art form has conformed
to the world’s form so with our swords we clutch we stand foreside like pawns
but the squares we stomp leave our hopes scotched.
This is demise, the void that lingers in the minds of earthlings.
Who bears the torch? coz our dim eyes can’t see these blurred lines
when they are drawn thinner than robin thicke’s guitar strings.
I hear God’s index strum from the blind side,
we thought swords brought sorrow and bow & arrows were robbing the hood,
but as we take a long stride to the phantom realm we see that zorro and robin hood
are mere flesh and blood. So if this is war for the soul,
how do we seize our foes? even Nebuchadnezzar cast the three in one fire but his
eyes could see four, explosive vision of God’s glory our eyes are devoid,
the void that lingers still coz divine ammunition is concealed.
( This is war in a different dimension)
As the smith worsens the times choose your arsenal, if it’s pistols
I hope your shells can waver the Armageddon, but if it’s the epistle and pistols
I know the good seeds will arm your garden coz I learn through the sand of time
that the weeds will purge ya from the prince hood that is destined.

Livhuwani Mashao

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Beautiful Flower

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These bleeding hearts are devoid of great stitching,
I’m in the hides of the forest seeking for one that sew nice.
The sanity in my heart pending because I’m caught in picking one I can flourish with
daily… a breed that can carry the cadence of my cardiac.
This forest is so flawed because I rose but eventually fell on the orchard.
See these orchids with dying anthers that I depict in my anthology…
I lose them all, because I found the anomaly normally I parody but this piece
is an authentic analogy. As I gazed through the forest glades I saw light
for the rest of my days, though the world has become a hazy view to such bliss miss
was clear as day and sum will see how… how high this crane flower rose
when these beautiful flowers that hail from berry trees but their insides
spring forth such a fierce juice I see error in their synthesis… fall
coz they front like a rose in a park, she’s the real wine of the forest heart
the rest hangs on the grape vine, but as she drenches her pears in her waters
it seems lily is divine matter for the forest, indispensable, and I’m into deep
I drown in the kiss of her two lips because she’s that flower with indelible composition
and botanists have orbited the globe trying to figure what her comp is
but the cardinal points to the ascension. Fly bird of paradise!
You are up rooted, expunged from the turf of vanity you are uprooted
but still devoted to how you were brought up, rooted in the turf of sanity.
This new route we walk is so scenic, I thank God for the edge in me to search
over the hedge because whatever was purged was restored the violet that immerged
out of the blue when my life was dark, and now it’s so vivid
the blue lit in the dark because sometimes you don’t get it how you live it.

livhuhani _badilisha

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Biography

Livhuwani Mashao was born Livhuwani Takalani Mashao on March 8, 1993, in Vosloorus, Gauteng. As a young boy he was exposed to Edgar Allen’s anthology and he grew up with a great passion for poetry and music. At the age of 15 he was introduced to Nasir Oludara Jones’, Nas, music and he fell in love with his writing style, fashion sense and demeanor.

Livhuwani began to write poems and raps, performing at school and church as he was being inspired by the divine life of Jesus Christ. Still growing and studying theology, Livhuwani hopes to reach out to his peers in style using witty rhyme schemes and word play. Livhuwani is currently taking theatre classes at Johannesburg theatre with the well known Souht African film director, Mr. Duma Ndlovu, being his lecturer. “Stage presence is a good trait to an all-round performer” Livhuwani alludes in most of his interviews.

Livhuwani Mashao

livhuhani _badilisha
livhuhani _badilisha

Biography

Livhuwani Mashao was born Livhuwani Takalani Mashao on March 8, 1993, in Vosloorus, Gauteng. As a young boy he was exposed to Edgar Allen’s anthology and he grew up with a great passion for poetry and music. At the age of 15 he was introduced to Nasir Oludara Jones’, Nas, music and he fell in love with his writing style, fashion sense and demeanor.

Livhuwani began to write poems and raps, performing at school and church as he was being inspired by the divine life of Jesus Christ. Still growing and studying theology, Livhuwani hopes to reach out to his peers in style using witty rhyme schemes and word play. Livhuwani is currently taking theatre classes at Johannesburg theatre with the well known Souht African film director, Mr. Duma Ndlovu, being his lecturer. “Stage presence is a good trait to an all-round performer” Livhuwani alludes in most of his interviews.

Heavenly War

Enlarge poem

Dilate your eyes to impostures presiding over the masses
And see God precipitate his reign to break disguise…
It’s war in the heavens, and when the Armageddon is dark and dread
I hear a voice from a distant relative whisper (I get up and make it happen).
Bu t the ambience of war has become man’s utmost fear, oh I fear,
Despair has impaled our frail hearts coz our art form has conformed
to the world’s form so with our swords we clutch we stand foreside like pawns
but the squares we stomp leave our hopes scotched.
This is demise, the void that lingers in the minds of earthlings.
Who bears the torch? coz our dim eyes can’t see these blurred lines
when they are drawn thinner than robin thicke’s guitar strings.
I hear God’s index strum from the blind side,
we thought swords brought sorrow and bow & arrows were robbing the hood,
but as we take a long stride to the phantom realm we see that zorro and robin hood
are mere flesh and blood. So if this is war for the soul,
how do we seize our foes? even Nebuchadnezzar cast the three in one fire but his
eyes could see four, explosive vision of God’s glory our eyes are devoid,
the void that lingers still coz divine ammunition is concealed.
( This is war in a different dimension)
As the smith worsens the times choose your arsenal, if it’s pistols
I hope your shells can waver the Armageddon, but if it’s the epistle and pistols
I know the good seeds will arm your garden coz I learn through the sand of time
that the weeds will purge ya from the prince hood that is destined.

Featured Poem:

Beautiful Flower

Enlarge poem

These bleeding hearts are devoid of great stitching,
I’m in the hides of the forest seeking for one that sew nice.
The sanity in my heart pending because I’m caught in picking one I can flourish with
daily… a breed that can carry the cadence of my cardiac.
This forest is so flawed because I rose but eventually fell on the orchard.
See these orchids with dying anthers that I depict in my anthology…
I lose them all, because I found the anomaly normally I parody but this piece
is an authentic analogy. As I gazed through the forest glades I saw light
for the rest of my days, though the world has become a hazy view to such bliss miss
was clear as day and sum will see how… how high this crane flower rose
when these beautiful flowers that hail from berry trees but their insides
spring forth such a fierce juice I see error in their synthesis… fall
coz they front like a rose in a park, she’s the real wine of the forest heart
the rest hangs on the grape vine, but as she drenches her pears in her waters
it seems lily is divine matter for the forest, indispensable, and I’m into deep
I drown in the kiss of her two lips because she’s that flower with indelible composition
and botanists have orbited the globe trying to figure what her comp is
but the cardinal points to the ascension. Fly bird of paradise!
You are up rooted, expunged from the turf of vanity you are uprooted
but still devoted to how you were brought up, rooted in the turf of sanity.
This new route we walk is so scenic, I thank God for the edge in me to search
over the hedge because whatever was purged was restored the violet that immerged
out of the blue when my life was dark, and now it’s so vivid
the blue lit in the dark because sometimes you don’t get it how you live it.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (2)
  • Pride (1)
  • Optimism (2)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (2)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (2)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

Heavenly War

Enlarge poem

Dilate your eyes to impostures presiding over the masses
And see God precipitate his reign to break disguise…
It’s war in the heavens, and when the Armageddon is dark and dread
I hear a voice from a distant relative whisper (I get up and make it happen).
Bu t the ambience of war has become man’s utmost fear, oh I fear,
Despair has impaled our frail hearts coz our art form has conformed
to the world’s form so with our swords we clutch we stand foreside like pawns
but the squares we stomp leave our hopes scotched.
This is demise, the void that lingers in the minds of earthlings.
Who bears the torch? coz our dim eyes can’t see these blurred lines
when they are drawn thinner than robin thicke’s guitar strings.
I hear God’s index strum from the blind side,
we thought swords brought sorrow and bow & arrows were robbing the hood,
but as we take a long stride to the phantom realm we see that zorro and robin hood
are mere flesh and blood. So if this is war for the soul,
how do we seize our foes? even Nebuchadnezzar cast the three in one fire but his
eyes could see four, explosive vision of God’s glory our eyes are devoid,
the void that lingers still coz divine ammunition is concealed.
( This is war in a different dimension)
As the smith worsens the times choose your arsenal, if it’s pistols
I hope your shells can waver the Armageddon, but if it’s the epistle and pistols
I know the good seeds will arm your garden coz I learn through the sand of time
that the weeds will purge ya from the prince hood that is destined.

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