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Black Is Beauty...

2009-09-15T16:38:00.001+02:00

Black is beauty …Beauty is black.
Until such and then…times and actions

Black is beauty until black clouds hover
Above homeless bodies soaking in mud
Black thick showers immense last seeds
Into the ground engulfing hope

Black is beauty until I walk tarred road
Remembrance of greed and power
Made for the few in shiny machines
Speeding past I biting the dust

Black is beauty until clothes less
In mental limbo with out even threads
Bodies paraded in nakedness before eyes
Sacred organs in shameless display

Blacks is beauty until such times
When in black masks hooligans hide
In rampage, rapes, murders, robberies
Black faces thorns in communities

Until men in black ink in black
Cast darkness upon fellow beings
In dark rooms weighing options for lives
Law makers imposing fate on less muscled

Until believers look up to Golgotha
White skin nailed to the cross oozing blood
Impersonalized by men day light
While in tail and horns black is demonized
Wondering if ever black is beauty…

At all times black is beauty
When looked at through a black
A hawk’s eye with a lioness heart

Folklore and fairy tales
Hunters, warriors and prophets
Tellers chiefs kings and maidens
Hills and dunes….beauty in black

The Almighty

2009-07-15T15:18:00.002+02:00

Cast upon my head
The Almighty’s light
Darkness takes heed
Into gloomy territory
As His light charges in

I dwell in his house all-time
Times I fell in intend
Guilty face pinned to the ground
Afraid of His reproach
But still in need of Him

With a warm hand he pats me
On my trembling shoulder
“Come on son, rise and shine”
In tears my stomach in tremor
In His house I dwell

Armed to tooth with his word
I trot treaded places at night
Looking down upon enemies
He lifts me up timelessly
Fighting by my side in battles
Smiling with me in victories

The enemy lurks around me
His open eye keeps watch
I fear not men on fire horses
Enemies gather around my head
He scatters them in flash
I shall not give in to any

In counsel of my own
I ask about my post in His
A warrior he wants me be
Like a twelve year old boy
David brought down a giant
My giants can swell in numbers
They are unmatched to Him

The Lord’s will is poised
Above my head in command
My steps are counting
Towards victory not far I see
For Him alone grants
In His house I shall dwell

Daily Scenes Sin

2009-06-08T13:27:00.001+02:00

Life in limbo mind twirling
Aggravated by daily encounters
From the filthy streets
To my fine bed of white linen
Life stretches beyond eyes

Toiling in coldness seeking warmth
Scavenging in trash pits seeking food
Sewing threads from clothes making clothes
Bathing in streams from refuse discharge
To live yet to die again

Of black and white in no boundaries
The race chooses no race
Of old and young in no refute
The ache chooses no age
Of women and men tears fill the hearts.

I saw, I hope & wish

2009-05-28T11:21:00.002+02:00

Silenced by the barrel
Disciplined by the book
Our fathers took orders in ordeals
In obedience trading land knowledge

With age wisdom nurtured
Repatriation weathered down generations
As by the shades of trees they look afar
Afar into the land told in stories

Indulging blindly the youth drowns
In baggy jeans with curved tongues
Floating morals divides culture
Squeaky eyes look here and there

I open a TV naked bodies fill my eyes
Another channel a child suckles a dead mother
A gleaming priest gives a sermon in glitters
In the name of a man who had no place to stay
Nothing makes sense

The youth freed from the barrel
In knowledge of the book, seemingly
Minds coned by futile leisure
Are swallowed up by the sea
The bloody sea of blackness and madness

Hard earned freedom in blazes
Revolution real only up to words
Three steps forward from revolutionaries
Five steps backward by the heirs
In drunken swaying moves to nowhere

Liberation celebrated in families
While communities weep in sorrow
Greedy monsters frown to shabby faces
Of neighbors eyes now hostile in glances

Limits and boundaries of calamities
Yet none to poverty and disease
In extreme they devour even unborn babies
In their mothers’ bellies they die lifelessly

Hope lies on the youth
Though they stride along street poles
Strength lies in the youth
Though up in smokes their heads tremble
With sour waters diluting their well of courage
Below tree shades inspiration overflows
Of men tired by the battle

Wise animals learn fast to hunt
From their parent while they still can
Past down generations’ legend survives

Rooting unconquered spirit of the nation.

My Land In Tears - (I lament in pain)

2009-05-26T16:25:00.002+02:00

Fallen soldiers trotted upon
Their betrayed souls mourn
As comrades ride foe’s horses
In similar Armour charging the streets
From similar horses slaying fellow man

When beggars become riders
Their voices echo the horses
Declining fellow beggars a ride
For it’s too good to last short while
In hope on feet they wait for a ride

One horse, two horses and three
Blast through in arrogance
In secluded places they change rides
The same we used to rally with in masses
Looking upon fellows in denial

Demanded in masses triumph now of one
Nkrumah’s vision lived short
Spanned only to a ballot box
Capitalists’ betrayal enforced by X
Voted to supremacy hoped for deliverance

Hidden faces we face once
On Elections eve to say their plea
What they said four decades ago
Still apply even to this day
Time moves not in their palaces
Innocent insults to common man
Only hope put smiles on barren faces

It is still the same just, replica
Just now black faces we knew
Oppression rules coiled so we can’t see
The dogs just learned to bite with smiles
Helpless associates in offices
Breeding a state of acceptance

The play is still the same
Only actors swapped places
These ones we know
Their dances we feel
But nothing changed really

I lament for my land in pain
I lament for my sick land in sorrow
Disease, poverty, calamities and hunger
A hand that has to feed now deprives
Smiles turned into bark
Our tales sweat between our legs

Draped In Blankets - Lesotho

2009-05-15T08:30:00.001+02:00

Cold breeze piecing through the skin
Human bodies dotted on landscape
Blankets flying from clutching hands
Mouths dug deep into the cotton sheets
With hands clipping tight around the openings

Boys in rubber boots hasting after sheep
Crunching feet steps with solid prints
As white flakes blew over the place
Covering the land with white sheet
Transforming the place into ideal heaven

Deep further into the land
White peaks scatter in a distance
Towers of white caps erect amidst a white mist
Raging clouds roar above in anger
As the chills torment emotions of cowards

Children are barred from playgrounds
Their mothers shiver with clay pots on heads
With pricking timeless drops on their backs
As the water drips from the pots
The cold spell run through the veins

Families’ cluster around the fire
Elbows on knees backs crouching to thighs
As the breeze hisses around houses
Looking for cracks and opening to squeeze through
To devour inhabitants boneless

In colonies animal flocks remain stand
Lambs under their mothers
Trembling helplessly as clothed by cold dew
Bulls moo in deep voices in protest
Heard boys sob in empathy

It comes and goes, in this lovely land
Yearly, a time when homes get homer
A time when communal habits dominate
Mothers to babies, as husbands to wives
Families in clusters….

Lesotho covered in snow
Heavenly gesture on the Mountain Kingdom

Stones & Crops But AK-47 We Have

2009-05-12T15:26:00.002+02:00

Someone is responsible
Someone has to tell it plain
Truth for my kids
They ask and want to hear

In jungles of darkness
Not even a spoon for porridge
Yet death devices handy
Not even matches for fire
Yet in smokes with cigars

In African jungles semi-stone age
Boys and young men in ragged clothes
Torn in cloths and hearts
Raping girls and their mothers alike
Screams of victims vanish in woods

AK-47 sings songs for them
Their radios, their hymns, their lives
Rattling to their amusement
Steel hail falling on innocent bodies
Brothers and sisters of blood
Shedding lives of own line

Money buys but there is none in the jungle
AK-47 presents? From who?
In tons even more ammunition trickle through
Deep into forests to the unwary minds
To devour lives in lunacy
Color inferiority infested in the weak
Indoctrinated for extinction unaware

In frankness robbed awake
Precious stones shipped abroad
From trees bananas ripped
Coffee beans preyed from infancy
So is the whole crop colony
For man as monkeys die in hunger

In sacrifice for a catch
Blood shed for the master
Not HIM the almighty I assure

Ka ka ka….bang! bang! bang!
200 000 fallen, blood in mega liters

In ages the land tormented to ashes
Though in full use the arsenal never drain
For it comes in similar exploit

This land never made Uzzi’s, AK-47 etc
But they are flooding this land
This land has stones, oil, food, fruits etc
But they are flying out of this land

Who? We know the answer
For the cost of lives? The devil shall answer
Let my son not meet the devil

A Sesotho Music Legend: Ntate Letsema

2009-04-29T11:54:00.001+02:00

The fallen soldier
In his own caliber he roamed
Roaring in the waves with grasping voice
Grasping souls of men and women in wilderness
Driving them home to the forgotten land
Through maize stalks theirs souls travel
Up village valleys to smoking fires

Homemade lyrics navigate through
Even of hardest hearts
Sesotho folklore tales in music
Stitched with warm humor
Of man in love with songs in rhythm
Flaunting in public his desire to mate
Mating with his partner timelessly
For timelessly his partner responds

I listened to Ntate Letsema at young age
The family’s wooden hi-fi missed not a day
Of wailing songs we chanted to
Powerful chanting backing choruses
Of bees flowing after queen bee
Stinging subjects awakening their senses
Leaving behind stains of honey, sweat to souls

Letebele e motona, bohale ba leleme
Bina o se khabole koete khaitseli ea Matseliso
Tlala feela o roke mochesi oa Mina
With blood stains your hands never rested
Crushing ribs reaching hearts
Caressing in massages broken hearts
Taking into divine jungles solitary souls
With pace your music haste peace

Gone to the ancestors mose ho lebitla
But the legacy stays behind in charge
Encrypted in history scripts for generations to come
To feed children limomonane tla kebolela
Boikhabo ba maapara kobo lithokong tsa hao
Ke manuna ke boitsepo hoja chaba li kopane

Letsema is not dead only rested
The life of a mortal in music to the people
Artistic gift infested in boldness to eternity

Letsema senyamo balimong moo
Se kheleke ea letebele motho oa ho sea thebe letlapeng
Ba bohlale ba seella tsa bona holima eona
Ba futsa tlhaka e kholo ea letebele

A legacy of a legend leans on mountains
It shall stand forever in command
A talent of lyric tailor trails on air
Untouchable even to willing learners
Songs of mystical singer sinks in seas
Hidden from man the land animal

Khakhaulane molamu oa tsepe
O kalla ka ona Mora Matsela
Le kajeno thaka e ncha e sa leka ho phahamisa liphaka
Ho kalla le leqitolo la bo kheleke nkokonono
Phomola o bohe ha nqoale e khiba
Feela bahlakoana ba ntsoalang khoele e khaotsoe

E khaotsoe khale ke koankoetla
Ba mathang bana ba mathela le lea

Haa roleloe khaebana Mora Mat’sela

Pains In Courage

2009-04-08T08:25:00.001+02:00

Midnight in the dark with only a bulb above
Lamenting for the unborn as times closes in
Sporadic pains clutching and letting go of her
Her body twirls on the bed
Not knowing where from she points pain everywhere
But one hand remain on her waist longer
Biting her lower lip she holds back tears

My courage melts, as it gets stronger
Help I want to offer but none I have
In blink of an eye my eyes fountain gleam
Away from her I hold back the drops
Infected by her courage I try strong
Chaotic though I tried gentle to be

In blink of an eye a race START
In haste to the medics tyres screeched
The battle wanted a better army of matrons
Minutes in waiting stretched to ages, pain pricked her
Her mind out of head a slap on my face

Peeling off clothes, scratching her arms in rage
Un hold tears started pouring down her cheeks
Clenched teeth gripping mumbling words
Of help I heard in dimness

Not now moments to wait
I gave up myself on emotional torment
Of seeing her in pain, I ran away

Little while out of vicinity new life descend
New life on her face sprang through weak flesh

In pain she brought life on earth

My homage paid in silence
To brave Eves, carriers of lives in 9 moons

Crowned villains of our race
Queens of our kingdoms
Mothers to families of all, sane and insaneCurator for generations to come.

Just Saw and I Thought

2009-03-31T12:42:00.001+02:00

On one of the weekend newspaper I read a Help column and came across a help request from a young girl of 13 years old.
I was shocked amidst my discovery of her age even before I read her plea, not that a 13 year old cannot ask for help but that there are certain types of help a 13 year old can ask.
This result from the upbringing of a child which guides and leads one into certain paths while eliminating even a blink possibility of being exposed to others. They were known in culmination with age. Anyway that was the good old days…….

This young girl was on the sex related issues help column and she was asking to be helped or how to either tell her father or go for abortion.
She was pregnant.

On the same paper I skimmed through the pages and somewhere I saw I picture of a young man, scornful callous looking face to scare the hell out of most of his age mates with blood stained T-Shirt. He looked like he is posing for a local action movie posters (remember Tsotsi and Jerusalem) or he was fed up with the photographer.
I suddenly said wow maybe this is the story of ATM bombers gang member, I went into the story.

He was a 16-year-old boy laying charges about a policeman who allegedly assaulted him upon finding him on a street drunken spree.
I imagined a cop emotionally wrecked and helpless blowing down slaps and fists on the young boy trying to mend a missing link on the boy’s character. He was only 16, her mother said even if his child was drunk he still has the rights. That is true.

We argued with a partner about these issues.

From me; the possibilities are very high that in less than two years the cops would be fleeing from the bullets fired by the young macho. As for the young girl there is a saying that says “why do Americans 15 year old taught about sex?……to learn where they went wrong 3 years back.” But it this regard I think, “13 year old learn about sex just to do it”.
Wherever we are heading to, as human race is not fit for our race, we either go back and stick to the old ways or change and become the rat race, skunk race.

You are still

2009-03-31T10:04:00.001+02:00

In fine linen clothed smart
In sharp tongues speak good
In imports imperative emotion
Walking their walk
Talking their talk
You are still their depiction

We happen to be bound by tradition
Cursed it was evil ways of uncivilized man
In Christianity divided we are
Their holy ways, civil mockery
To their gods our heads bowed
We are still their depiction

Clustered in walls from early age
Deprived of knowledge
Brainwashed by Sophists
To wet their mouths as our brains dry
Deprivation disguised in education
We are still their depiction

History I not intend to resurrect
A step in retreat unveils pain
Painful more as we trot
Trotting in lines in darkness
To their marching orders we salute
But still their depiction we are

Bulking in resources
Yet seeky needy we remain
Reigning in monetary they stay
Yet we buy senselessly their produce
Us; Heirs of mankind
Yet them we please
Still we remain their depiction

Alas; my sisters
Fake hairs, plastered faces
Elevated poled feet, yet remain low
Not thee but them faked; in their honor
Your beauty drained in despair
Disgruntled brains idle ashore
Still their depiction you are

Homo sapiens discovered in deep roots
Rooted in aged premise
Tamed to man in ties
Tied brains enslaved in believe
Believing in master and his ways
We just the way they depict

They depict us, me you
Brainless stoned carriers
Carriers Of their parasitic stings
Stinging in suction black blood dry

They see in us monkeys squabbling
In line for sweet bananas
Yet our land overflows with and honey
For us and them belly fulls

In shillings bags ferried abroad
In Dollars Euros and Pounds
Packages flown inland

Shall this imperialism stand?
Shall we remain idiomatic to pirates?
Be you in post, leader and fine men
Shall you remain a polished pony?
For them to ride

Flashy silvers, accented speeches
Abundant luxury in thy enclaves
Not respect shall you earn
Only floatation of our dignity and lives
Africa needs no man
But Africa needs a man
A man it’ self is

For now, they just see monkeys
For now they just drain us
For they trained us to be drained

Born Just Fifteen Years Ago

2009-03-23T13:02:00.001+02:00

15 years ago
Not so long indeed
Born to the father of same age
As him and raised well

10 years ago
She used to play with his very own kids
Dusty yards of either family
Under watchful eye of either parent

5 years ago
She was in school and speaking sweet
Learned from her teachers to a pro
Well she spoke as talent blossomed
Smiles on face as future brightens
Solid strides as confidence arose

2 years ago
Little girl but grown up
Learning the trade of beauty
More of her time to herself
Getting to know better her being
Eyes began; of vultures to prey on her

This very year
Shaking and mumbling
Tears dropping on her heart
Blood oozed down her thighs
Choking and gasping, helpless she was
As she was deprived of her pride
By the very man obliged to be on her guardThe same age as her father

2004 That Year.

2009-03-02T16:03:00.000+02:00

Dragging my feet home
Praying to the unknown gods
Looking back
The old days
The good days with a good man

So strong he was
My years I spend on his shoulders
Shouldering me from my dreads
On his shoulders he used to carry me
Whenever wherever…
My mother used to call me his gun

Used to feel high above the sky
Looking down upon young and old
On his tall shoulders I rode

2004, bed sick he endured pain
Looking at him he was readying
For a journey beyond eyes but hope
Hoping for recovery he just saw it coming
His mouth shut, open only to his ancestors

“Son, if I leave this shores
Remember thy father’s words
For I laid a stone for thee to rest
Now you be a man to carry on”
Only few of his words on me
Why now father? Why?
Infuriated I was

He saw I saw, I did
He believed I believe, but I didn’t
His fate crawling our house walls
Ready to chauffer him away
To place not known to him and us
My visits to his room thinned
Scared I was

For though I saw
More painful it was when told
Told by him that he is going but I remain
Remain to be a man he was
Though myself I should remain
One evening I found him no more
Thick clouds shadowed a sun
A sun hidden forever
As tears filled my eyes
My heart bled, but I didn’t
I just wanted to carry him on my shoulders too
For him to see above all

My mother on her floor mat
Looking at me through her silvered eyes
She wasn’t crying, just trying to be strong
But pain gnawing her to pieces I saw
She is the rock laid by him
For I to stand on

Hating fools and cowards he was
In sudden thought I retreated
To fierce enclave of his likes
To stand and fight cowardice
To assure him of his seed
Vested in me in ages.

At toughs I laugh
He made me a man
Not him but just to stand
At 59 I expected more from him
But sudden loss shot me abreast

Anarchy In Monarchy

2009-02-23T13:01:00.000+02:00

Absolute monarch; a small household
Piercing grip clutching his subjects
Parents and children alike; the whole nation
Wailing aloud to deafened neighbors
Empty plates filled with tears day and night

Heavenly palaces plush the land
Homeless homestead cluster, chins on knees
Divine household dotted in landscape
While cursed subjects fill the land

In yearly honor of the linchpin
Bare breasted young girls parade royal grounds
In their hundreds, maybe thousands some missed school
For the master to pick the next to dethrone’
Throne to prosperity young girls
Yet dethroning them of their innocence

Yes for prosperity of each
For each picked, poverty her family pronounce
For each picked luxury charge in hunger crawls back
Regretful smiles on family, prided father patted on the back
For a post awaits him as loyalty calls royalty
To the family happiness. The young girl?

Mind happen to think, long it did
Human trade before all eyes
Eyes of the church, eyes of the leaders
Eyes of the nations, eyes of the world
Too obvious, hypocrites won’t gain a grain
The household too small, too drained it is

Above all mind fall on the young girl
Pure and clean; the first time I dread to think of
The first time her sticks split apart
Arrogant fleshed glutton slit pass her poles
Piercing mercilessly her soft walls
Tearing apart her obedience symbol

Tears from her face seem typical
For all go through to pass womanhood it seems
But hers are different, she is forced
It is more painful, painful it is…
Dripping heart soaked in pain
Nowhere to run, he is the biggest.

Untitled

2009-02-06T12:55:00.000+02:00

Terrible tragedies mocking faces
Educated tongues tantalizing sleeping minds
Callous hands brushing faces; not with hands

Trust, oh thee trust
Administered by men in cloaks locking our heads
Advocated by wig-heads in hammers
Enforced by men with fire-spitting sticks
Politicians in limping irrelevant truths at throats at each other
Looking shallow yet running deep
Eye appeasing shininess yet razor sharp edged.
Beasts roam deep in these waters

Oh I have seen, resurrected I stay assured
Thee me, slaves of thyselves, slaving and slaying
Oppressing our free selves we slave to dot
Motives not trust; trust is tracked down moons BC
Trust me, oh trust me, and yes trust…..me again
Trust never resurrected, in evil men just wrapped it
Wrapped motivated oblique obliterate
No more unconditional trust..

In lust trust rest
In dust trust fades
In rust teust varnishes
In past trust dwelled, not anymore

In feint margins its written
I happen to read, think in thought delighted
Trust sipping through bleakness sighted rays
Real madness thoughts astray irrelevant
Rise in brains with me you think alike
Think wise, wipe dirt in thy brains
Brainstorming loose ends trimming edges
Knit them tight and neat thy head…

Thoughtful thinking about senses
1 2 3 4 five of them in humans
All but one reside on the head
In abstract use they seem absent
In use they stand in power for change
My trust your trust our trust self trust rules

Self trust unchallenged, unturned free at will
Self trust in shadows by idolatary of men but not one..self
On knees we adore man, of ills unknown to us
Ourselves sensored by our own good yet fail to see
While good and goddest live in us evil lead us
Cliching desperity of good and bad just in senses
Smell see touch hear and taste

A man is only good to hisself
A man can only be evil to the next
Be good to thee but evil to none
Trust thyself but never unlimited to the next

Gadgets

2009-01-08T09:40:00.001+02:00

Just this morning when riding in a taxi to work something very awkward though familiar happened to me or rather to someone seated next to me. Maybe I should say to all the passengers for I believe it affected them too and they just ignored or pretended it never happened.

I was seated between two well fed ladies on the much treaded back seat and the lady on my right hand side had strings coming out of her ears down to somewhere around her bag. Maybe inside her bag, I did not pay much attention on that.
I have seen people with these strings often and I have learned to accept their prevalence with no objection except on several occasions when these strings seemingly break one of greatest natural laws, Law of communication. So many times talking so such people turns into doubling of sentences and speech. They never get to hear anything said once, everything has to be repeated.

They also never cease to aid their bearers in mutilation and obstruction of silence, another ingredient for a calm environment. Most of the time I have these people wailing on top of their voices even a simple word like yes seems to come out of their bellies. I only envy the energy they always convey out of their mouths though mostly at inappropriate times.

Ok then back to my fellow passenger. After some time in the taxi I felt something like a person’s heart bit on my upper arm, which rested on her bosom remember we are sitting at the back seat and two of us are well fed, this happened so continual I believed the lady heart is closer to her bosom more than her rib cage, or maybe it was just beneath her milk fountain.

Suddenly I felt human vibrations like a person in feats from the very same lady, damn I nearly hit the roof of the taxi should I not be cramped between the two most nourished people in the taxi. The heart beat and human vibrations made me have marathons of thoughts in that split second.
This time I looked at the lady and she was chuckling to herself, hand on her mouth to suppress most of her giggles; she was laughing her head off. Not a person net to her not at me not anything we could see or understand but she was rattling her ribs. I wonder if she ever noticed how I received her “feats”.

Really if not people, some things are deprived of meaning and purpose. I try to think as to what it would be like if we all had wires coming out of our ears and spontaneously jerking and cracking our ribs all the way to our destinations. In different tunes and rhymes not giving damn about a person next to us.

Hearing the story I believe even monkeys would make fun of crazy human race or rather their immediate brothers’ race.

Untittled

2009-01-07T16:45:00.000+02:00

Yawning mind forced to awake
Awaken to be dragged into reality
The reality of vibrant bulletins scenes
Half mooned eye viewing scenes fly past

Slides in motion bleak past
Black and white sets the memories
Red and green divides blood and health
A rainbow explode tears roll down the cheeks

Dry faces with plastic flesh on unnourished babies
Frowning faces of giants filling pockets with prime stones
Shrugging shoulders of fine suites with cunning tongues
Taking a ride on wide open mouths to top seats
Man of order book in hand finger pointing and directing
To far beyond the eye’s reach yet his feet intact with Earth
Foul informants fooling weak in heart, it hurts
Caring minds minding own savories
Saving none but slaughtering the rest

Wheat sprang a field, wholly being nurtured
Nature smiles and miles becomes yards
Guarding man with its abundant produce
Produced by melting skies and swelling Earth
New lives bellied by strong mothers scatters
Shutters and tatters in homes mended, blood bond
New and fresh to enlighten faded hopes
Motherland valleys, hilltops and plateaus carpeted green
Greedy ways defeated, justice to all pain free
All alike peace and rest command in chieftaincy

Just Words And People

2009-01-07T10:22:00.000+02:00

Scribbling minds locked
Shackled in clusters from adversities
Inking remorsefully in scribbles from brains
Brainstorming taboos in freedom
Freedom expressed in tongues and pages
Tangling words and meanings on air
Molded lines exploit lingo

Thoughts murmured in splits
Splitting ideas evade correlation
Comprehensive meaning deepen
More than human viral cure deep
Explanations shrink into feeble
Fiddling minds lost into translation

You call this a poem?
Pause a breath; it’s just a word
Words, worked, wiped out of tense
Tension in mind of this servant
Gives him a name poet; Person
Him just a man, a mind just jiggered

Poets and poems just people in words
In meaning always a mile away
In rhymes often side by side
Secluded out of linguistic artistry
Attentive flows in repetitions
Rationed from mouths words heaped in brains

In most this just be madness
Muddy heads struggling to come clean
Clean lines much stained by abstract thoughts
Thoughtful thinking more thoughts
In thoughts loneliness depicts madness
Fabricated conclusions crystal madness itself

Aside set poems and poets
This is just some wording
Words in lines into sentences
Sentencing to life shallow brains
Shallow words visible but these sink to the bottom
Unwilling brains willingly discard meanings
Willing heads dive to the bottom same wise

To the bottom deep of constructed lines
Lines mercury alike always scattered
Scarce stanzas scared of each
Afloat in self repellent on grasping
Gasping mouths trembling to narrate
Narrative marathons alas! Tiring
Tired hair tips tilt in termination
Let’s just play with words in jargons

2009-01-05T15:01:00.001+02:00

indebted souls doubt in ideologies
smiling faces ke marumo a bohale (are sharp spears)
white teeth ke liepa mabitla (dig graves)
back and white uncompromised
some things never change

dogs striding ashore children fight
dogs climb up children sicken
the dogs invade my back yard
scrambles on my table them mouthfuls

racial inferiority ascent in economic battle
wicked handouts muscles motherland seeky-seeky
warfare support tarnishing agric land
gluttons’ bellies in uproar

stars in multicolor a hypocrite
one thought but from the bush severe exposure
exposure of wickedness for it cannot stay hold
swallowed all now stomach runs

in Her lingo I adverse but not further
Her ways too immoral it infects my nails
after strings in divorces of Her countless men
still shameless and proud
but hunger forces a dog to eat it’s vomit
re-tracking she comes soft

struggle heroes trailing hind silly ways
mockery of a bone among dogs theirs
apiece tearing earnings of fallen soldiers
arrogance their commanding officer.

for after my last breath shall I not
not be able to mouth the visible
it is visible destruction of my motherland
i shall speak my head.

Damn in My House

2009-01-05T14:52:00.000+02:00

indebted souls doubt in ideologies
smiling faces ke marumo a bohale (are sharp spears)
white teeth ke liepa mabitla (dig graves)
back and white uncompromised
some things never change

dogs striding ashore children fight
dogs climb up children sicken
the dogs invade my back yard
scrambles on my table them mouthfuls

racial inferiority ascent in economic battle
wicked handouts muscles motherland seeky-seeky
warfare support tarnishing agric land
gluttons’ bellies in uproar

stars in multicolor a hypocrite
one thought but from the bush severe exposure
exposure of wickedness for it cannot stay hold
swallowed all now stomach runs

in Her lingo I adverse but not further
Her ways too immoral it infects my nails
after strings in divorces of Her countless men
still shameless and proud
but hunger forces a dog to eat it’s vomit
re-tracking she comes soft

struggle heroes trailing hind silly ways
mockery of a bone among dogs theirs
apiece tearing earnings of fallen soldiers
arrogance their commanding officer.

for after my last breath shall I not
not be able to mouth the visible
it is visible destruction of my motherland
i shall speak my head.

Damn in My House

2009-01-05T14:51:00.001+02:00

Loneliness

2008-12-11T11:09:00.000+02:00

Longing for tangible presence
Absent minded my soul staggers
Stranded in sole existence; life boredom
Broad and wide a day stretches mindlessly
Mingling my thoughts back and forth

I close my eyes my memories come real
Opening my eyes in excitement reality strikes
A scented cloth takes me to my longing
Long and endlessly destination far fetched
I be here in flesh traveling mind afar

In torture, laughing on my face time delays
In persistence and motive my body turns blind eye
Aching soul infects myself and my legs burdens
Burden is my heart getting a wake up leaping
From a church bell bit to gushing of my streams

untitled

2008-12-02T09:40:00.000+02:00

speaking from the ashes my lashes blink
dirt in my mind shades my vision

visible only to soul minds i mind my own
owning myself condemns Divine laws

lawslessness rule the land, landing many in insanity
sane creatures shall follow this pass, soul food