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

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!!!