WORDS

Words are motivational
Words are spiritual
Words are emotional
Intelligence
Words are prayed for
They are wisdom Ink and pan, intertwined with nature's abilities
But words move with no motion
No spirit
No motive Y
ou see words are not life
No!, life breaths life into words
And life paves life for words to live
So the only thing words gives life is light

Life is back at home in Limpompo
Where you can count cars that pass per day
Where dreams never come true, some come close to it, and only words are left to justify it.
Where the Sun is 34 decrease sensuous hot and it feels like it could bust down the roof and sit with you in the dining room, and you offer it some cold water to cool it off
We are that close to God

Words some how make the world turn
But it doesn't really turn right
And the world starts spinning because words weren't good enough
So I learned that nature marks it own
And only the natural could know the mark
Words taught me that
Words taught me life I'm a word man
And that should be written in the dictionary
Because words will always need men
Words will always be with men
That perhaps its a mark of nature

The black bin of life

I was standing at the 3^rd floor window of my flat
Exploring the beautiful view of night Soweto
I happen to notice a stranger picking up from a bin
A black man, late 20’s, ripped himself around by a dirty blanket
He seems not to find a thing in the bin, i can feel his anger by the way he kicks it
I can feel his hunger scratching my tummy, and tears start to fall out of guilt
Which reminds me of my father, and his fathers’s black codes, ethos
When that once gave life, love, ubuntu
And back then your poor and my rich stood for all, like birds of the sky, and animals of the earth
I cried your tears, I mean I was black too.
And that’s how my culture was born, I was born.

He starts to walk away and sees me looking down at him, but doesn’t care.
I track him untill the end of the window as he disappears in the dark of no hope, and no eyes, he turns once more to see if i’m still there.
I now wonder if that’s the only difference, him down there, and me up here?
So I still feel his eyes looking up at the guy from the window, because I wasn’t him, at least I didn’t feel like him for that moment
These were perhaps little distress
And daily acts of no conseguence
Then no men is born to be poor
Then no men is born to be rich

A broken heart's letter

She smiles like I've never seen that part of the world before,
 anyone before
Her laughter, jokes, body movement, ooh my god!, her face
Everything about her seems to be the first and the last I think of when I sleep, even when I wake.
I could easily guess what she's saying at this exact moment, words she likes to say, favorite tv show, sport.
And every time when I'm with her it feels like
I could spend the rest of my life in the middle of the conversation, because she says one thing and I say the other, and it's a perfect storm
Hands I forgot to ask for her number the first day I spoke to her
I forgot her name,
I forgot where she lives
Hell!
I might even have forgot my own name at that particular moment.
And that's the good part about being in love, you forget and realize.
Realize that you are utterly stupid, realize you have a smile, a heart and you have never loved like this before, maybe never will.

So I later discovered that she didn't really love me as I did, as I thought
And that those went her real smiles
But eyes, eyes never lied
He had a car, he was working, I was far, both in distance and in love, not that either of them helped anyway.
So I looked at her, smiling and crying both at the same time
It was then, for the first time, that she really smiled, but she smiled at me with Petty, and never smiled again
I did not know I was too hard to love
Too tall to stand with, too stupid or too wise, maybe to much to have one
I learned how to smile alone
I learned how to sing along
I learned I was not the problem, not all the time
Yes, It was hard, to forgive myself for the decisions I made

So I told her to take care of herself out there, because it's a big bad world, full of ups and downs And people have a way of blinking, and missing the moment, the moment that could have changed their lives
I only hope that now she's happier

A Mother In A Refugee Camp

No Madonna and Child could touch
Her tenderness for a son
She soon would have to forget. . . .
The air was heavy with odors of diarrhea,
Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs
And dried-up bottoms waddling in labored steps
Behind blown-empty bellies. Other mothers there
Had long ceased to care, but not this one:
She held a ghost-smile between her teeth,
And in her eyes the memory
Of a mother’s pride. . . . She had bathed him
And rubbed him down with bare palms.
She took from their bundle of possessions
A broken comb and combed
The rust-colored hair left on his skull
And then—humming in her eyes—began carefully to part it.
In their former life this was perhaps
A little daily act of no consequence
Before his breakfast and school; now she did it
Like putting flowers on a tiny grave.
"THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST POEMS I'VE EVER READ"
BY: MR Chinua Achebe  "R.I.P"

A part of it

It was once called life
Something Skating on this earth of its own green grounds
Carrying so much dreams and hopes, that fell 6 foot underground
And it still gave breath
And it still gave smiles

We lost it all
We were afraid and young
And that's what makes this four cornered world of ours so safe
The blessing from both my plum and pan
Touching people's heart
I wrote this laying my soft and untouchable thoughts on my headboard bed
So it wasn't meant for you

Will our ethos echo across the centuries of life?
Will strangers hear our names?
And ask who we were
How talented were we?
How fiercely we loved?
So only dreams, hopes and imagination could fulfil their desires
Or a new chapter of theirs

Then the ocean of its own kind was all left to do, tears
And that's how young we were
But we still looked at the mirror with compassionate for who we saw
And at least we added our own alphabet to the world's ones
So here's mine

Yesterday

It's really funny how life goes on
               even when the most part we know of it
                               IS THE ONE WE MISS

Get going

Even the mighty stars
                        fall to earth
           so dust yourself and smile again

Hello

I was hoping you were not dead. Now I suppose i've walked a thousand years just to say this to your grave.

When you love

Going around, always not looking for something new, I've got it all.

It just happened, just fell into places

It's called love

And I hope you've noticed

Someone like me

 

I dream of not to paint any other face.

How you speak

Godly like, my heart bow down and praise

So in the echoes of these nights,

My heart calls home

You are home

 

Often at night while you live it up

I was off to sleep

As a lone bird, softly winging, restlessly so

I tried to forget my dreams, the stars in my future

I suppose they just like glasses, they get broken, so don't promise

And I hope you've noticed

Someone like me, laying next to you.

I wrote this

Listening and dancing to this melody

Thoughts came through, pass by so to say

Remembering our journey, just a while back, just me and you

When you meant a great deal to me

When the smiles on your face, shined my days

When even my own words couldn't explain it better

So it all became tears down the chin,

Dropping to the water flowing under the bridge

And changing its colour to sorrows

I cried, trust me I did

 

We didn't move to better places, we just grow older and clearer

We don't have a perfect life, we just don't care any more, because there's really nothing better life could throw at us

And I suppose it doesn't have to make sense now

And I suppose we all tasted our moments of glade grace

 

All you can do at this moment, is smile back with your head held up high, and pride, and pain, and better hopes, for a better new journey, a fair one.

A perfect view

I met these lady last winter, right?

Laying under summer rise trees, wide

From a mile, her perfume was smelly,like

So I, the son of soil

Knew the future was along side

How I sang for her

With heads in different directions

I saw a smile from her feet

"A love with no But's, no Boundaries"

Looking into God's eyes

How the sound of her heart laughed

I listened to windless nights of tears

Viewing the un-viewed world of hurts

I forgot I left mine in bed

Now

I'm scripting this cold hard words into life

From mind, heart, breath. To you

For a piece of myself, seeking to find

Back

And being a prisoner of unsaid words

"I love you"
So the silence let me lie

Grave yard love

Over her grave
A beautiful tombstone, like her
With hard concrete, and God's soil
Flowers
Messages
I, Drunk, and in tears
I still smelled her perfume
I still felt her skull smiling back at me
So the angels asked me to leave
For I was about to wake her soul

Dead and Gone
That's how far she is

Loved
Respected
Cherished
And missed
That's how close she stays to my heart

And I would walk a thousand miles
Just to see her beautiful face once more
And the sound of her voice, again.

UNISEX SHOWERS

UNISEX SHOWERS

INSECRETIVE!!!

Insecretive hearimg walls. They laugh with you

Insecretive babbling songs. The echo helps too

Only the running water

Only the tearing smiles

And the wishing hearts

I ALSO LIVED IN THE COMMUNE!

INSECRETIVE!!!!

Insecretive dance moves

Slippery, still yet profitable for the clubs

Only the lonely minds thinking wild

The loving hearts wondering why

I WAS HURT TOO, YOU KNOW!

INSECRETIVE

I remembered home

I remembered thee

where hearts beats slowly

storms blow windly

INSECRESTIVE I WROTE THIS!!!

A dream

Did I take a wrong turn?
Finding myself in a hole, within the ocean
Where there are old bones of life
Smiles of classic world wars
A farm
A green land
Then a bit of love
Growing from a no name tree
I could smell home
That's when i knew, i was lost

I'm home
And all i see
Are grins of deadly jars
Are hidden boiling blood pots of lust
And there runs off love, trust and joy
Leaving me to rot

So I've always been at home
Just only dreaming!!!

SMOOTH

SMOOTH!!!!!!

The smooth walker
Step by step, body language
Melodies playing for him,
I ASK YOU
Is that a poet coming from the dark?

SMOOTH!!!!!!!!

The smooth talker
Word by word, a good lier
Who konws when to laugh, how to smile
I ASK YOU
Is that my man talking to her?

You can smoothen it all you like
It doesn't lessen it's strength
I ASK YOU
Is this a boy talking????

A while back home

A different smell
Fresh air, perfume perheps
Beddly it was, touch I did lose
And home, unknown anymore

So they do it of luck, a mistake
A way back home
A man out of love
A boy, of joy
So we, for a smile

Life stories to be told
With tea or coffie, I forgot
Wishing to stop time, for chat may end
The desperate need to know
No tomorrow will come without me

Then i woke up on my bed
Because the wooden one, wasn't mine anymore
And home, home became a stranger to my heart
Eyes don't see

CRY!!!!!

Stay in pain, for fears of happiness
Laugh, at your own risk
Live, beacuse it demands the best of you
So regrets wouldn't be
So you'd prove me wrong
CRY!!

Why let rain fall on you?
So, let my love adorn you
Still I keep this peace of you
Shall you remember life
The memories of our tree
When love finds me, there still

It is a mark, that remembers joy
I love thee
So, shall I be pained too?
Shall I cry your tears?, AGAIN.

A tear from the sky

 

Change has been made by us!!!
So let our painfull tears, and flowing blood
Whispa to you
From the thin air, wind and ageless stones
For many centuries yet to be lived by you

That we lived, that we went through it
And by the hoping eye, we believed
Make no sympathy or cry over it!!!!!!
But we have paid our price
With blood and broken dreams

My child! nothing happends to anyone
Who's not fitted by nature, to bear
NOW NO MISTAKES, THAT NOW, THE HISTORY IS YOURS
THAT YOU, ARE FREE

The long road to life

It's too wide
Too long, too hard
Maybe too complicated too
But no life is what it seems to be
So, we found what the rest, have left
BEHIND!!!

Side trees, for a while we seat
Sunny or rainny, sometimes
We kept our heads down, and feets up
A second, we spoted

A LOOK BACK!!!

Now that was life, we said
And that's all we konw about ourselfs
LIVING!!!

Dear Mama

So her tears scared my heart
Her strugel and sweat!!
Scrabed my body to bones
It all pains me to my soul
So it will take me to my grave, CARRIED!!!!!

No poverty, remembering my childhood's worth
Just a stone of love
And how she kept feeding us her own flesh.
Out of hunger!!!
She wibed our tears with a smile

May the road been too long for her?
May we have been too harvy?
Through it all
She taught us ourselfs

Well.... that's how it's bound to be
That some of us get born with strugel in our blood
And tears to hide our faces
Just so you know, even the beauty of birth
Leaves it's own scares

SO PEOPLE LOOKED UP IN THE SKY FOR STARS
LOL!!! SO I HAD ONE IN THE LIVING ROOM!!!!!

The gift of life

The smell of it
Will identify souls
When ashes and skulls are left
Beside the smoke of burns
It will be the only thing left of  us

The gift we were, given, from birth
Wombs. Where we once laid our heads
Love is unsettlement
So say it, that the slum was home!!!

Beyond it all, the stars will still exist
But they will be us
So reserve that for GOD to give!!!!

Where do i belong??

Not in this maps
Not under the shadow of light
Or dark
Not in this century
Actually!!!, I have not found myself
On any soil that touches the ground
So the ghetto did it's part

I am solo

Some where in the sky
An inch above your head, maybe
Flowing with the wind
A parasite perhaps
True souls belong!!
Because they don't want your peace
Still, I don't fit, belong!!!

Well. In your eyes, in your thoughts
I belong
Behind a pan and paper
I belong
Beneath this black skin, my veins
I am a writer

SO YOU TELL ME
WHERE DO I BELONG?

Soldiers at war

How do we tell the story?
You tell the truth
How brave, A hymn, A puff of smoke
Could have been the last they did
For they had a soldier's heart

Back home, some had families
And some had nothing waiting
No vital reason
But they never had a choice
For some will never make it there
So the world is a lesser place without them
And one, is too many

Such tragedy, we who seen the war,
We never stoped seeing
Well some didn't cope, some learned how to
Here and there, we forgave and forgot
So we grew to live
Because if you don't stand up for something, you fall for everything
But that is our story. WHEN WE WERE SOLDIERS!!!!

That's all it is

A memory that captured time
What!!! was once life
Pain, love or laughter that past
Well that's all it is
A picture!!!

So some live for their pains
That's all they have
That's all they are up to
Unfixed they are,
In the mirrer they reflect
A different view perheps

Then how could time change land?
Where we stand, waves and rains exist.
And love feels like sand in a blowing wind
But hey!. I like the view from here.
And that's all it is
Our land!!!

If imagination. Flames
A voice, with no speaker
A smile, with no face
Flashlights, sometimes sunlights. Never a moon
A never ending road to walk, feetless.
Is it all that it is?
My dream?????

A sunday afternoon

Old jazz music, it used to be
Music of soul, our culture
So it keeps beating
It keeps the rhythm
Wow!! it keeps you and I dancing
Later with the twilight
And the dust from the field
Our dry land
Then fathers and brothers with heads
And singing women , at night in taverns

Shall you take a sit
That I bring back the beat of the music
No!!!! just a bit of your soul

Remembrance

One of those thoughts in your mind
The once, that played a part in your life
People!! who kept you for a life time
Now, they are called memories

I..... Thank the names who are now part of my
Human existance, for they have!
Carried on with their own ways.
They are......... still called memories

But you have loved enough to remember
Because when you love, every beat
Goes by, you loss a bit of yourself
For that special one will be remembered

Time has gone by since you have been
Forgive me, if I forgot you, my love
For you were not worth it
Then which one to remember?

While rains, colds, wind near sunny days
I stood on the window
Are you living or are you existing?
So true love indeed, is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering
For the lesser I became without it
Now how could I seek the empty world?, still then!
I REMEMBERED YOU!..... REMEMBER US!!
A simple an order it ever gets.
REMEMBER US!!!!!!!!!