Poetry By Jnr_Cybenetics

26/04/2023

18/02/2023

UNLIMITED BLADES…

Echo`s of steel, I hear,
For their sharpness, I fear,
Though the sound may take my ears,
I shall reside within the flood of my tears,

The sound they make,
To take that precious, and live none conscious,
I love echo`s of steel, for the song they sing,
With high-notes, high-up to tear up the sky,
Unlimited thy crave, unquenchable they become,

Violence is who we are, they hire,
Kill they are happy, masscare they thirst more,
For these echo`s of vengeance, sang a song of murder,
They cut, stab, take, smite, slice, dice, slowly as they pass through,

After all these wounds, they have archieved,
How much more they can do, accomplish, demolish, or even surpass,
Infinite in numbers, fatal for every wound they strike, or deliver,
At this rate, the damage is too very much,
For my wounds are so much to count for endlessly-
I get stabbed, marked, scratched, destroyed by the blades I myself make.

By: Tebogo ‘CYBERNETIC POET’ Mokoena

05/02/2023

Dear.....

Being loved a mystery to into own definition ,
By her, she's special to me,
Her Presence Feels Me With joy,
Loving Always without Discrimination,
A Rare Find To Me And Always Precious,
Im grateful and appreciative of your Care.
Just know I will always love you always...

Cybernetic Poet

05/02/2023

Emotions

So hard to understand, yet I feel them daily,
They what makes me human, I presume,
A concept of their own description is infinite,
Yet limited in understanding, nor control over them,
They dine within the soul, and echo`s in one`s mind,

I wonder if I had no emotions, will I be human?
Though the true question is, “Are we human because of emotions?”
Emotional we break as humans, though I ask again, “Is it our weakness?”
Unstable we are in mind, all these moments of indecision cause by emotions,
“Are they instincts to our actions and re-actions, or a state of no logic and reasoning?”

Why do we tremble and get swallowed before this unknown that lies in us?
We constantly give into it pleasure and demise as time flies forward in the continuum of space,
Continuingly blind-folded to the world of the unknown,
Yet comforting they are in moments and from time to time,
In reality we kill ourselves ignorantly in our daily life,

Though questioning their existence only pro-creates more confusion,
Hopefully through knowledge and diligent understanding,
We are all, able to identify the source of this unknown,
In the state of influx they are always, to the mind, heart, and soul,
Hoping we understand their over-flow, and contain the illusionary sentiment they offer.

Cybernetic Poet