Unfinished Touch

some where along these bloody streets were my brother was murdered, walks a future leader for this country.
and down the same road there's a house built out of stars
this is a place where i don't feel alone
this is a place where i smile along
this is a place where i feel at home
still futher down the same road we bury my brother's bones to rot
but by the very same root my children will rise and fall
and when it's my time to leave and turn to dust
i hope to be berried in grounds that will remember my name
so when the farmer plants seeds of a greater generation
on my soil i'll grow the biggest tree that breathes life
and i hope the chosen one climbs it to see the world
so life should go on

JOBLESS

Happiness is the fundamental core of every human to nature, reality.
And often people mistake it for a metaphor.
Often as of the singing birds of the sky
The tales of a beautiful view of an endless ocean
Or every momentarily human expressing out of bust
We are supposed to do that every now and then!

Others find it in their poor, pain, hunger and tears
Some find it in their wealth and success
I find it in this jobless moment that I may never wake up from
As i watch my nephew turn a year with no present in my hand, 
My negative bank balance messages always comes thru without fail
And I'm not dating because I can't even afford myself
.........I find happiness in writing
Hoping to write my future some day, bright, promising and readable.
And in that world there's no "But"

THE BOOK OF LOVE

"Inspired by Peter Gabriel's song, The book of love"

The book of love, is long and boring,
And written very long ago
But they's so much it holds
It's like watching the night sky
And viewing the past

But I........
I loved it when read to me
And you.......
You can read me anything

The smiles we paint,
The happy tears we once had on our faces
And the moments that will forever be in precious history books, our hearts.

But I......
I loved it when you sang for me
And you.....
You can sing me anything

Life, flowers, and heart-shaped boxes
Things we are all too young to know of
Now shall we sign our names in this book
And only I hope the one laying next to you
Loves the pilgram soul in you.

But I......
I loved it when you gave me things
And I......
I was about to get us wedding rings

"The book of love, is long and boring
No one can lift the damm thing
It's full of charts, facts and figures,
And instruction for loving"

LOVE LOVE

LOVE..............
Love is the shallow end of every tear from your face
Every smile
Love is the shore of every grave
Every long trip
Love is the beat to every classic rock song
The beat that pumps my blood through my body
I love thee with my whole soul
For I do not know how it looks like
But I keep glues of it's walking shadow, smiles, hearts it once touched.

Twice I travel half across the country to see love, seeking it
I later realized that it always finds you,
Sneak up on you when you least expected
In the coldest nights, the longest days

All dreams are well

I used to go up in the roof every night
To talk to my dead "run away" father
Hoping to free the anger
Free the questions, or possibly ask more
Free the memories that has no tomorrow
Memories that take me back, and never come back
Hoping to free him

Sometimes up there, the wind blow so hard
It blows away life
And the pouring rain, paint away my tears
As the sun rises every morning
With a new day, a new dawn, a new light
I still dream of seeing him
I dream of my children
The love I would give them
I know
I'll never see him, never talk to him, never nothing
But it's okay to dream every now and then
It fills the sense of life, the empty holes of hopes
I now wonder what will he say to me
How will he stand in front of me
Whether smile, laugh, hug or even cry for the man i have grown to be

And it's funny how people's doings always leaves an achy scare on our hearts
Slowly but surely, our tears melt them into a perfect soul
And as I feel his presents up there every night
I pray it may snow and freeze up my heart, and colour the
rain tears to ashes
Hoping........
Never mind

LIFE

Life is what you make of, not what you take of it, complains, sorrows and shit

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