Eyes are better than heart. Heart cannot scan, But eyes can see good and wrong. Heart can be broken. But eyes provide tears, That makes you regret to love. I was told not to fall in love. The deeper it is, The longer to rise. Be wise not to be controlled by heart. Not everything you feel is right, But what you see will never break your heart. Learn to control your heart.
Bream Zaza Maduna was born in 1998 in Estcourt KwaZulu-Natal. He started school in 2004 in Estcourt and then in 2007 he moved to Durban with his family. To finish where he left of, and since then music and art became a dream that he was wishing to see it prosper. In 2014 he moved to Amanzimtoti and met friends, and he started a group called YOUNG NATION SA. That group have 5 members, and the group dropped a track called Usazobuya (meaning Jesus will be back). The track did well with thousands of downloads, and now Bream want to make history as a Hip-Hop rapper, singer and a poet. Most of his songs are based on the bible, because he believes that only God can make a human prosper. If you want his songs go to SoundCloud and Search for Bream Zaza Maduna, and also available on Kasimp3.com/yn. follow on Twitter @breamzazamaduna Facebook page Bream Zaza Maduna Instagram @bream771
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
There are nightmare dreams that haunt the sky From minds hard anchored to the earth And deadened thoughts from dead ones eyes Who’s living failed them at their birth. No Lovers touched by lovers thoughts Nor Eros arrows piercing hearts
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain