POOLS OF RHYTHM

Blacks and white have come together to meet under this umbrella upon these waters
Pimps and priests have come to share jokes while getting baptised by these majestic towers
Towers so enormous their shadows are drinking sun's rays dry
Inside them packed for dance of the heart are waters sweeling with rhythm reahing the sky

Pastors, priests and reverends have come to baptise congregations for eternal mind blessings
     in these pools
Brothers, sisters and fathers have come to upgrade their families with thesee beautiful tools
Snakes have been seen making love to mice and spiders playing skipping rope with the flies
    in the belly of these words
Poets have been fed by illetirates and vice versa in this world designed for Lords of wars

POEMS I WROTE

These words that their first juice came from the bottom of my curved and watered heart
Melodies so beautiful they speak to unborn baby attached to its mother's womb
Rhythm unsinkable they put shame to iceberg declared hardest and harder than hard
Whispers so immortal they known to ancestral views laid in the tomb

These poems I wrote have been used to declare emotions of undying love
Such beautiful packs of unspoken bits even after years of cooking they remain raw
The praise that can be heard from the one who outflew the hawk Mr Dove
Declaration and timeous constant songs and weapons of war

Words so beautiful used by mothers to put their babies to sleep
Tounges so smooth used by proffessors to update their latest truest lecture lessons
Brains shadows so majestic they are used for court appeals
These poems I wrote are used to update each and everyone of your inner persons

These poems I wrote...

I PAINTED WALLS OF POETRY

I encrafted on an Ice Age cave using my naked cracked nails so Scientific explanation
          may not die
I traveled artistically into garden of eden breathed at sight of paradise and it's biblical
         version I gave a ride
The white house shivers at the whisper of my ability to bring mountains to oceans
The Union buildings smells of the poetical atmosphere its breeze is the centre of every
         occassion
That's why I wrote poetry in the heart of the mind that reads these scriptures from my
        brain
For along their majestic lines they will breed political injection and paint the sight of
        the unspokens' hidden pain

I vomited on the food of the feared Lord of war and he still called me his right wing man
I spit at the feet of majestic queen and she still invited me to her bed
I farted poetry at the altar and the priests reserved my special place at the sacristy
Sjambok of my unforgiving uncensored lines crawled ruthlessly upon modern artform and
        I got a special invitation to the sixties

I cursed at the door of a feared tribal chief and he offered me his virgin daughter
I speak desease and healing ointments combined hence the ears of my audience refused
      sight of any doctor
I walk naked at weddings and get invited to funerals as a symbol of timeless fashion
I carve these writings upon the tip of every man's brain and every woman's heart then in
      me they see updated truest version

I wrote poetry so sons and daughters may indulge in these fruits that I planted tirelessly
I breathed each single word so I may chase away the drought that inferiorise the mind of
      my slave people who live armourlessly
I do not hold no weapon of war but canons and war taks shall bow before these words
      that seek expression freedom
As I march through your vexed mind upon the eyes that gaze on this poem that so wish
      taste of palatable kingdom

I do not spit at no man's feet so my cooked unspoken words may be critisized
For I wrote poetry to open doors of the tied tounges that may be granted art to analyze

HELLO!

I am not a soldier at war I lack salutations
Nor am I a politician at stage I hardly possess any rotations
I speak not like a preacher to get no emotions
But hello is all a word I desire to put in this journey mentioned....