ISABELLA

 I hate my eyes, for they went astray and focused all my attention unto you
my mind certified you to be too sexy, now i can't stop thinking of you
my heart tried to out do my eyes and my brain, beating to the rhythm of our sexy voice
but i hate my mouth the most,it didn't tell you how much i love you

i just hate my legs, they can't walk to bridge the distance between me and you
for my hands let me not mention no matter the stretching i can't hold you again
Google is now my new enemy,coz your where abouts is the only question it can't answer
and i swear i hate my pen, it just wrote this poem about you

i hate my memory,reminds me of an angel you are
my dreams are the worst,they got me thinking you are a sister to beauty
 i hate the words used i in this poem,reminds me of love i never had
i hate the fact that am reciting this,holding onto this Mic instead of your beautiful hands

i hate my tears they can't wash away the love i have for you
i hate all the ladies,none of them can replace it either
i hate love itself and wish it was not created

i hate everything just because i love you
ISABELLA

A LETTER TO MY TEACHER

Am sorry Mr lecturer,for always being notorious in class
am sorry for being that rude and always a pain in the rare end
in every market there are..., that's a saying am here to pass
my knucklehead characteristics are a blessing don't confuse them with a curse

am sure you like my class rep,he is that you call an example
am sure you hate me with equal measure, for your experiment am no sample
you forget that life is a circle and am the dot that completes the circle
and if i were a saint,would we need a priest in a temple?

am always late for lectures,coz hurry hurry has no blessings
always noisy in class, coz silent waters run deep
i don't do assignment on time, there is no hurry in Africa
always giving assignment after deadlines, better late than never

you hate me for breaking the rules,remember they are made to be broken
you should even congratulate me, i only bend them
now you think am crazy, Jesus came for the lost
and if you wish i were dead, am real am not a ghost

yours 
STEPHEN MASTEL

WEEBALE

Lord forgive me, i did cheat on my teacher
he wanted to know what i wanted to become, but i gave the wrong answers
i said i wanted to become a doctor, coz my sister was sick at the time
i remember mentioning a lawyer, coz my dad said it was cool
i also dreamt of being a president ,coz i wanted to be above the law
but all this time my pen and paper haunted me, i was born a poet

am twenty years young and going, thanks lord for my talent
although i never became a doctor, i treat their hearts with poetic words
i will never become a lawyer, but their hearts i give poetic justice
presidency is not even one of my blood cells, but those inspired by my poetry always say long live Stephen mastel

Thanks God for during your six days of creation you never forgot to create the words i use
some of my fans pour praises unto me but let them know its by your grace
i have been in school all my life but before i was born you gave me a PHD in poetry
thanking  you is not good but because i have no otherwise

THANK YOU

strictly for my mum

The tender look you gave me when i was born
is the same i see on your face
you never took me as an expense added to your budget
but as an open door for a new phase
you held me tightly in your arms and the warmth i got
 gave me an assurance that i was home
for this and more i thank God for you mum

Despite the sleepless nights i gave during the nine months
u gave me shelter and for food thumbs up to u
you held my hand when i was crawling
and now that i can walk your hand is even tighter
for this and more i thank God for you mum

am greatful you were my first teacher
and now am a poet
you made me feel wanted co
z with you i can do it
to me you are a treasure and as a poet you are my best piece
for this and more i thank God for you mum

A LETTER TO MY LOVE

Hey, may God forgive you for you never knew what you did
the day you said goodbye my last breath you did take
my life was not at stake because you left me lifeless
i won't ask the to charge you for murder,but please don't do that to another

i hope i will find another love here in the land of spirits
coz although am alive, inside i guess am an ancestor
you took my life with you, am a true definition of the living dead
i guess am not living for now am rehearsing how to live

flowers you would have placed on my grave/ please give them to your new love
i promise i won't haunt you c
oz am peaceful like a dove
am not sure if you buried me in a modern tomb or a cave
but have a moment of silence and say R.I.P Stephen Mastel

and also i beg whenever you drink, do some libation for me
and if you really loved me name your first born after me
i know you don't have cows yet so i don,t need burnt sacrificies
but as you knew i was a music addict, please everyday play a king kaka track for me

i would have written more,but this pen is already rusting
i guess its the one you dropped,when i was still your teacher
i hope the letter will reach you safely,coz on its back is your first composition
and don't faint for the living dead font coz you know its a true story

yours heart broken
Stephen mastel

THREE

Three are the number of times she has made me cry
three are the only words that can describe how i feel about her 
three are her names that i wonna mention before i sleep
three are here walking styles that make my stomach have butterflies

 three are the things she is always giving me[joy, joy and joy]
 But millions are the number of times i wonna die to get her love

poetry is alive

poetry is alive