i am back - Riaan 'JePro' Davids

i cannot stop, i will write 'til i drop, fall i may, but on my two legs i will remain, after the ground i claim elevates me to my feet, i don't need a mic to speak, i will shout it from the rooftops if i must, but my words you shall hear, conquer all my fears to get it all out, shy little young me no longer will be, i am free, chains fallen free as a bird, high on life, let me paint you a picture with my words, nevermind my grammar, you understand what i say then that's good enough, i'm a poet so i have the license to murder words, might be painful to hear even harder to read, but this is me, and i will continue this art painting the picture so that everyone can see, this warrior arising the enemy fleeing, but it's not the power of me, never have been, it's the power within, the Lord that chose me, and decided to make me his... my name is R 2 the i a a and n but you can call me JePro... i am here to stay, welcome to me, this poet has something to say... i am back

the pen missed me - Riaan 'JePro' Davids

i haven't picked up the pen for a while,
must be 'coz i haven't smiled in a while,
poetry is my language and voice in written form,
at times an escape from the storm.

i haven't written a poem for quite some time,
most of my latest works over the years had to rhyme,
lyrically flowing over one's lips,
being very careful not to trip.

rhythm and poetry an art form known as rap,
the type of music you won't play if you want to take a nap,
with an upbeat that will make you move you feet,
how powerful is a few words written on a piece of sheet.

this poem i wrote over a couple days,
where i normally would finish a piece the very same day,
must be that inspiration kicked in and then left,
but now i'm finishing off from where i've left.

let me rather conclude,
put another line here as a substitute,
replacing what actually want to say,
and share my heart on another distant day.

time to speak out - Riaan 'JePro' Davids

things i haven't said, i am saying now, things laying on my heart is about to come out, dreams that was so far hidden will be revealed, all the hurt and pain will be exposed and music about all of this will be composed, a poet's journey and his journal on the streets for all to see, no more hiding behind the scenes, the naked truth like ripping off the sheets, laying there vulnerable, grown man crying there's nothing honourable, a lie that comes from generation to generation, a real man don't cry, don't show his emotions

all these years the pen was my voice, the ink my emotions, putting what i feel on paper, hoping anyone can relate, poetry was always my platform, my stage, but at times the mic was taken out off my hands, and i've been silent and none knew what i really feel, walking around with a fake smile, drowning my sorrows in laughter

but it's time to speak out, taking back my voice, speaking the way i know, in written form

this is me coming back on the scene, expect more written word like these...