i like it.

When I stare in your eyes
And perceive you shy,
Brighten by my dazzling loving eyes.
And I’d turn your head to face me.
All you can do is to look down.
I like it, and I like it more

When your day devastated
Your deep-excavated thoughts.
Taking you thousands of miles way.
I know and always knew that
You’d look at me
With those shy eyes.
I know and always knew that
I run after all those devils away.

I dirt free and purify your thoughts
Using all my strongest strategies,
My powerful techniques
With all my innocent strength.
I assure you,
It doesn’t take you a second
To construct that a million dollar smile
Mr.niceWhen you do that
I like it and I like it more

When you’ve closed your eyes
Waiting for me to kiss you.
I felt like to turn and run away
While your eyes are still closed.
For I know I couldn’t handle
The sweetest electrifying vibe from them.
When your hands get along my body,
Honestly I felt like
To give you hand-glove,
For I couldn’t handle the paralyzing object
Running around my body causing unresistable pain.
I don’t wanna talk about something.
No, I don’t. Cause I know if I say,
I’ll not have my nap tonight
Yet you know what?I like it and I like it more…

mr.nice

Ditamati

Di mohlobile, tša moepa
A šala eke ke sehlwa se eme
A šala a teka-teka eke ke lehlakala
Moraba o thubugile
Gobane e feleletše go bo-keatseba

Le se mmone lehono a kgahliša
Ele monna ka mediro
A tseba le go dumediša
Le wa go apara mponeng
Ge a mosobela leihlo o lebelela thoko.

O tsheba go kgetholla dithola
Ka gare go ditamati
Phure ka gare ga dinawa
Ya bo-mateo wa bala
Bja gagwe bophelo ke nonwane.

Lehono ge a bona ditamati
O ila morogo
Pelo o ekgokile go tia
Gobane nama kgapeletsa e thuba pitša
Lehono o tshaba tamati
O tla gobotša gore eya baba.

mr.nice

ke mang?

Ke nna shima ngwana mama
Ke ngatha ya pere kea kata
Naka ya kgomo kea hlaba
Ke nku ke llela teng
Ya tonki mereba ke e ragetse šakeng
Ke phorogohlo mafulela kgole.

Ke mokoni wa ntsi tse kgolo
Mokoni wa bahuba
Ke seila tlhantlhagane
Kare ge nka ja nka se khore
Bokaone ke šebe ka boya ba mpša
Ke fetetse ka lebese la pudi
Gobane ga ke lešoboro ke lethomaša
Se mmakalele ge ke ema bonna ka gare ga bašimane
Se ntšhupi ka menwana ware ke kgope
Yaka nako e sa etla
Wena o mang?

Ke lesogana la go tlola ka makhura a mosela wa nku
Ke seila morogo
Se šeba ka moro
Nka e fološa nkwe nthabeng
Nka e ntsha tau leweng
Se mpone bosesenyane,mamitsana le bosehlana wa nyatša.
Wena o mang

Ke modu mogolo wa mohwelere
Ke fepa dihwelešana
Ke letlakala le phadimago moruleng
Ke fepa dithutla thobela
Ke letshibullo la mme
O nhlabela mekgolokwane
la gore kgoši e be le mona
tate ga a fetse go ephetha kgara thobela

ere ke se elele kudu
ka itira noka ya limpopo
le tlare kea ikgantsha
ke ekgantsitse kgale
nako yela le sa ntsebe
ga bjalo lea ntseba,ke nna yo…… wena o mang?

mr.nice

Your eyes

I’m not prohibited to look in your eyes,
That’s why I can’t impede it.
You are beautiful is the song I resembling to hum it to you.
Telling you that I love you,
Is akin to my preeminent poem,
I never get weary to narrate it to you.
With all the variety of imagery,
I may describe you.
Eish……..your eyes

So bright that I can perceive my prospect in.
So shining like morning sun.
When I stare in your eyes,
Its motionless cock-crow to me.
Straight approximating a weapon,
You shot me from the far-off.

In them,
I can spot the green element of scenery,
The gold piece of serenity,
And the red fraction of love.

Even in the deepest whole of trouble,
Tremendously unadulterated darkness.
They penetrate like a light that,
Devastates all devils,
Even angels are terrified of you.

You are gorgeous even the dictionary can’t delineate you
Unless if you are 500 miles away.
Amid how greatly I may describe you...
Eish………… your eyes

mr.nice

Be my ladder

If you were giant

I’d climb via your legs

Clothes, straight to your head

At least I’d arrive quicker

I would not fear to fall

Even if it mean contravening my neck

For thereafter I won’t be able to try it again

It’s not a tear plummet that will get me there

Not the pains of reminiscing

Neither of joyment

Not the feelings about you,Or love itself

Not of how I fancy things to go

But you can get me there, you

And only you.

I’m not talking of false dwelling

It’s not a place that

I’m dreaming off

Yet I’m living towards

Not the place I’m prophesying

Still is nearby

I’m not a predictor

Yet I know you will, you can

I converse of universe

I can witness with my nude eyes

Lend a heart unto I

I’m nattering of other universe on earth

So white dazzling spotless

Our love shining comfy

like a diamond on white bed of snow

Us session on soft gold kings chair

Eavesdrop to warm sweet air fresher

Than morning breeze

With birds chorale

Spirits rise and dance unrehearsed in our presence

I’m talking of universe

That you’ll never wanna leave it

Not even simple going lavatory

Of you only two steps we are there

Two stepladders we will get there

Firstly, loveLove me, for I love you

Show me that love alive in your dreams

The latest that makes you howl

Snivel tear of blissSecondly, commitment,Commit yourself unto I

For I am to you,If you didn’t recognize, try me

Of lot will accompany thereafter

Please that’s a gorgeous universe

I never dreamed of

Yet when I stare at you

I perceive I can beyond my dreams.

Let’s try it.

If we won’t find ourselves there,

Know we would be above it.

Be my two step ladder to paradise

mr.nice

silent talk lips

Just like amplifier,
They move not,
Yet create that electro-reverberation,
That only astounds heart, and receives the vibes
The lotion you uses on your lips
Surely it was ordered before your parents

Whenever my eyes bond you
Sounds waves converted not by ears
Yet the heart that can feel you
You say no word,
Trust me, I can read all of you
Your lips tells frozenly-paralyzed

Please you make me not enjoy my night
For you keep disrupting by your image
You let not my mind rest
You keep appearing now and then
By the lips so shining,
Like a diamond on a bed of snow.

I don’t wanna comment about your face
My point will be pointless like a drop
Out of the whole ocean
Out of your face
Your lips, so not identified
Like a pin in a hay
They require attentive look

You put a polished smile on my face
Even when I used left-wake
You make me sing and dance
Unrehearsed song, with opulent lyrics
With your silent talk lips
You stole my dictionary
I can’t find right words to magnetize you
I’m running out of words
What I can say ‘your lips’

mr.nice

who will cry when you die?

When your nights come and never go,
When the dim overpower the bright,
When a breathe holds itself,
When a tear went dry,
Who will cry?

Who saved enough for now?
For they crying to hell
When you still breathe.
Who gave you unforced smile without a fear?
You increase their heart beats
Whenever you get near them.
Who will cry when you die?

Your death will hit the whole world
Like a birth of Jesus
Your funeral will be an important event
not to be missed.
Every soul will need a clear clarity of your death.
Tears will freeze on their chicks,
And their eyes will sweat with happiness.
Moaning a song of celebration.
Who will cry,
When you are dead?

mr.nice

virus in my brains

It was injected by her words in my ears

When it hits my inner ear-membranes

It made her voice sweet.

Instead of showing confusion

I smiled.

When she talks instead I wasn’t listening,

I was studying her in and out

Top to bottom.

I think I went stupid for second.

Oh thanks God

It was only a second.

I felt naked, with no word to dress me.

With more vigor heating me

I alleged in Sara’s words.

I felt like making love to her in just one word.

Yet I had no dictionary in my medulla.

She was saved.

As the great pressure of the virus

Hit my medulla,

I went mad for second.

Still I thanked God,

It was only a second

My whole body thawed and felt to see a doc.

My legs paralyzed,

My hands longing to touch her.

I went blank in my head.

If there was a dictionary pill,

I’d take more than prescribed.

Please any engine capacitated doctor?

I can’t share a night without her disrupting image.

I can’t see clearly in a book.

She is a belle ghost

Everywhere I am she’s there

I want antivirus, I want a scanner

She infected me to be obsessed with her

mr.nice