As I take a last gasp of my earthly air
Tear drop falling from my despairing flesh
Wish I had made peace earlier with the Lord
Crossing unto the other world I can hear harps and gong
Angel of death is dragging me away and I am trying to hold on
Blood is slowly and surely freezing in my veins tell me what is going on
Flashes and flashes full of regrets and no legacy I am leaving behind
My world is crumbling death is giving me a warm hug I am departing from the light
Death is smiling at me inviting me next to his dinner table
Hell-fire brimstone awaits me I'm walking on a thinner cable
I am becoming delusional mind polluted by power I am leaving on earth
Now powerless than all my victims my soul has got nothing to search
A soulless dagger mercilessly drawing every hope of my return
It is not so well with my soul I'm gone and gone I am with regrets
2. SOIREE CONTRABAND (AFRICA'S LOST IDENTITY)
Welcome to the land of promised manna from heaven
Welcome to South Africa a raptor waiting like a smiling raven
Brothers and sisters coated in dark skin descended upon the
promised soiree
Through the fire and cold weather they marched into golden country
to re-write their life storyLike a wolf in a sheep skin the hosts opened their arms to welcome them
Below the ground they stood upon was a bomb waiting to explode… the ultimate trap
Their spears and knobkerries could be seen bleeding the child of Zimbabwe to Ethiopia
Shops looted, homes burned and blind eye turned in the name of Xenophobia
Black brother upon black brother identity of an African child had
been defaced
Selfish clueless criminals had planted trees of unreasonable
hatred justified and embracedA man made border implanted in the brains darkened similar roots amongst them all
Like a dog eat dog world sisters and brothers named foreigners were kicked like a ball
Like a soulless wrath of Idi Amin launching an lethal ethnic
persecution rocket
No different from Hitler machine gunning defenceless Polish with
depleted plutonium bulletsAfrican child’s mobility locked in chains more cruel than Guantanamo Bay
Ubuntu flew off the window and in came predatory men of prey
How can it be that the land of the former refugee and oppressed
The land that with freedom hatred was buried six feet under and
imbalances were addressedHas given birth to devils yielding sickle pitch fork and machete
Bleeding the grounds with mass murders like a mixture of Joseph Stalin and Mao Zedong
I stand tall like a warrior refusing a sjambok lash out by a
selfish king
Singing the chorus of those who promised the true soiree and
defending with a hornet’s stingNo to Xenophobia no to Afrophobia and forward with removal of borders in our minds
We are all foreigners somewhere and for each African I shall shine a bright light
3. RUMOUR MONGERING MACHINES
This is an army of foolish faces waiting for a spark to make it fire
Burn the fire through the fields without noticing the food they are turning into a rubble
Bastards and soulless devils incarnates they take unconfirmed and sourceless news higher
Empty vessels with mouths bigger than earth's biggest tunnels
Spitting venom and leaving the grounds tainted into their filthy lies
Hellfire brigade and brainless maniacs on a dangerous channels
Tear them open and you will find they have forgotten to look into their backyards
Where ticks and lice creeps and crawls in their beds
They walk in their own realms and when they return to reality their homes are a barnyard
Give me a gun and fill it with depleted uranium bullets
I will wake up an army of every war victims and hunt these rumour spitting empty vessels
And in each of them will machine gun down their bodies because they are meaningless
4. LAST NIGHT (From my novel 'FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE'
I doth not speak in heroic tounges
I wish not spit what is left of my lungs
But last night was like explosion of my brians out of my ears caused by these drums
Her big tummy was like a swolen gland
Her scarred face was a mirror of hunger cramps
Her eyes red and dying from sleeping in swamps
My sight was covered in presentation of unspeakable horror
My mind moved from dor to tree because of this terror
In my shoulder my spirit felt like I was in her shoes I was the bearer
Upon reaching my feet she opened her salivaless mouth as if to speak
Even though at the closest with me her world was with other people out of reach
My hand grabbed her's and out of it fell a pungent smeling rooten peach
My brothers and sisters uttered that I was not to touch her
My neighbours and colleagues said with her my life would see red
They were speaking in wrath and hatred when cursing even her breath
Just last night I walked her down to that hospital room
She gave birth to a starving baby from her womb
Only because her soulmate was slautered and her life doomed
Xenophobia or not she made it over the fence
Death and hatred on the other side were not part of what would not make sense
All she knew was that she had a dream for the baby and herself
Just last night I discovered that she had walked for days without eating
I saw in her eyes the rape the torture the angry whether and all the beating
Her skin as hard as a monitor lizard she said she wouldn't stop breathing
Today her face is covered in diamond and all the beautiful pearls
Her golden baby is her shining armour and her flying spear
Last night and today she walk over that bridge with her heart so brave
5. PEER PRESSURE (Appered on Sowetan on 6 October 2011 and on http://www.sowetanlive.co.za/goodlife/youthtube/2011/07/22/peer-pressure?filter=all_comments on 22 July 2011
Deep inside echoed their whispers
That I wished would die like flowers that have withered
They told me alcohol was like a palatable journey done
Church they said I should leave its time would come
Our dreams railed together upon the same path
The one that in a distant future I’d feel its wrath
As all my friends had called a teenager’s desire…
Were more like an awaiting hell fire
I still wish I had stung like a hornet
At that moment when they had me cornered
For their smooth tongues were covered with blazing bile
The one that has left me with scars instead of a smile
Why did I kill… lie… got drunk & drugged… and steal
It’s because I listened to friends like these
6. I'M LOOKING AT THE LIGHT
Cold wind is making relentless love to my skin
My defenceless sight is covered in presentation of the mist
My young mind is driven into thinking I cannot dream big
My first step is guided by shivering physicality accompanied by fear
What if this dream I have is the one I will tear
Tear apart mercilessly as when I make my move form far to near
I am within the reach that I shuold start to roll
As I gain momentum unto the field of football
As I realise this is my dream this is my call
I hear the roar of the fans from the stands
The excitement covers my heart as I know this is my chance
A soccer ball under my feet whispering that I have to set up a trend
I erupt like a volcano charging the heart of Pasarella
Accompanied by the tornado accompanying the feet of Maradona
I explode like a torpedo pumping the brain of Ortega
Causing spider web trap upon the opponents like Messi
Upon running I leave them coming restlessly and chasing
Adrenalin charges are lifting my wings I am pacing
But then there's ahand that's holding me tight
It reminds me I should wake up in this dream I have and move to the right
I realise I am still in the tunnel but the dream has shown me the path and the light
6. I'M LOOKING AT THE LIGHT
Cold wind is making relentless love to my skin
My defenceless sight is covered in presentation of the mist
My young mind is driven into thinking I cannot dream big
My first step is guided by shivering physicality accompanied by fear
What if this dream I have is the one I will tear
Tear apart mercilessly as when I make my move form far to near
I am within the reach that I shuold start to roll
As I gain momentum unto the field of football
As I realise this is my dream this is my call
I hear the roar of the fans from the stands
The excitement covers my heart as I know this is my chance
A soccer ball under my feet whispering that I have to set up a trend
I erupt like a volcano charging the heart of Pasarella
Accompanied by the tornado accompanying the feet of Maradona
I explode like a torpedo pumping the brain of Ortega
Causing spider web trap upon the opponents like Messi
Upon running I leave them coming restlessly and chasing
Adrenalin charges are lifting my wings I am pacing
But then there's ahand that's holding me tight
It reminds me I should wake up in this dream I have and move to the right
I realise I am still in the tunnel but the dream has shown me the path and the light
7. IN THIS SIDE AT THIS TIME (Christmas poem)
In that side I heard there is a snow
In this part I tell you it's not even cold
I heard about the man in red and white jacket
Here I hear children's laughter hitting high like a rocket
I doth not wish to differ from their celebrations of Winter
Because then my heart will go down as a flower that has withered
I only wish to tell them that we are all hunters
Even when I celebrate my days in Summer
These days are like devinely blessed angel melodies
For all of us will smile and become strangers to agony
I shall carry a bag of goodies home with a milky bathed heart
Fellow facebookers shall celebrate party after party hardly falling
apart
As I gaze upon aroma atmosphere beyond oceans in merit kings arms
We wish you a fairly moderate celebrated and spotless merry
Christmas
In this part I tell you it's not even cold
I heard about the man in red and white jacket
Here I hear children's laughter hitting high like a rocket
I doth not wish to differ from their celebrations of Winter
Because then my heart will go down as a flower that has withered
I only wish to tell them that we are all hunters
Even when I celebrate my days in Summer
These days are like devinely blessed angel melodies
For all of us will smile and become strangers to agony
I shall carry a bag of goodies home with a milky bathed heart
Fellow facebookers shall celebrate party after party hardly falling
apart
As I gaze upon aroma atmosphere beyond oceans in merit kings arms
We wish you a fairly moderate celebrated and spotless merry
Christmas
8. SO FAR YET SO NEAR!
My spear came raging upon vibrating atmosphere
Air split into pieces as it angry head thrusted thru it
It landed upon her heart and thrusted thru her gear
Slowly but surely it sarted eating her bit by bit
The brigde that she promised we would cross was now
I caressed her devinely super smooth body
She helplessly fell down before me and bowed
Her face lifeted up shamelessly as if she would say sorry
My hands could not resist artistic scenario of that moment
I grabbed like an hungry wolf my hands as hard as iron
But just as I thot I made it I was hitten by a bad omen
All I had vanishhed into thin air like my food was taken by a lion
Now my tears are still falling they could fill up a stream
As I was up to a realisation that it was just a dream
9. TONGUE LASH AT FASHIONISTAS
I have heard that the more they change is the more they become similar
They have evolved from the era of the Cerruti, Berrutti and line familiar
Changing colourful fashions into dull and pale colours out of their book
Bewitching our minds into beleiving that jeans were made to be black and blue
Rallying into the 21th Century my black sisters' hairs were no more fried because of
their natural being shame
It was replaced by horse tails long short others like bikers caps of sportmen untamed
I lash at sisters who adopted painting of their proudly black natural hairs to beetroot
and caramel colours like lost veggies
I whipp at brothers who have marched towards wearing skinny colourful fashionista
jeans like confused leggings
Same brothers and sisters who wear darkened shades upon their eyes at nightfall
Colours so multi sprinkeled butterflies dream of such paradise call
The society so mindtrapped their eyes are constantly glued upon their cellphone
even when walking
Books are sharp pointed crocodile teeth they do not attempt to touch they fear
without talking
I spit at these fashionistas who wear hair and nails that insult their African roots
I lash at these chancers who regard themselves revolutionists of technology yet
they need to be schooled
10. SELFLESS MOTIVATION
I can tell without my mouth waving towards inner dryness
That my heart woke up to a sad side of life and assuming that I was careless
My mind told me to start digging deep inside my wondering soul
That my happiness should come last I should rise slow
I looked at my sorroundings filled with faces that smiled with me
And said I should put those who cared before and eternal happiness I shall see
Love the one you are with if you can't be with the one you love it said
and pay respect to those who have risen above all odds for it deserves to be paid
I look inside me and cares for a smile on my brothers and sisters faces for they illuminate my heart
I step upon the top tip of selfless motivation and take with me to the grave a selfless vow
11. A CARAMEL DREAM
I go to sleep with your beautiful face in my mind
As I climb on the bed this printed version is all too kind
And then I start a journey to sleep without you next to me
And surely I have you in my arms all night long in my sleep
In that deep sleep I can taste your beatiful lips touch mine romantically
And surely your silky smooth skin goes against mine holistically
I wake up in the middle of the night and realise that it was only a dream
Tears begin to run down my shivering cheeks
I rest back into a deep sleep without a choice
My body crying for action with energy like a bunch of boys
In the morning I wake to to imaginable sound of your voice angelic
Your smile I see in the water as I bow to take a bath and that is prolific
During the day I console myself by a promise that there will be another day
And after the whole day as I return to the same routine just hoping this dream may...
Air split into pieces as it angry head thrusted thru it
It landed upon her heart and thrusted thru her gear
Slowly but surely it sarted eating her bit by bit
The brigde that she promised we would cross was now
I caressed her devinely super smooth body
She helplessly fell down before me and bowed
Her face lifeted up shamelessly as if she would say sorry
My hands could not resist artistic scenario of that moment
I grabbed like an hungry wolf my hands as hard as iron
But just as I thot I made it I was hitten by a bad omen
All I had vanishhed into thin air like my food was taken by a lion
Now my tears are still falling they could fill up a stream
As I was up to a realisation that it was just a dream
9. TONGUE LASH AT FASHIONISTAS
I have heard that the more they change is the more they become similar
They have evolved from the era of the Cerruti, Berrutti and line familiar
Changing colourful fashions into dull and pale colours out of their book
Bewitching our minds into beleiving that jeans were made to be black and blue
Rallying into the 21th Century my black sisters' hairs were no more fried because of
their natural being shame
It was replaced by horse tails long short others like bikers caps of sportmen untamed
I lash at sisters who adopted painting of their proudly black natural hairs to beetroot
and caramel colours like lost veggies
I whipp at brothers who have marched towards wearing skinny colourful fashionista
jeans like confused leggings
Same brothers and sisters who wear darkened shades upon their eyes at nightfall
Colours so multi sprinkeled butterflies dream of such paradise call
The society so mindtrapped their eyes are constantly glued upon their cellphone
even when walking
Books are sharp pointed crocodile teeth they do not attempt to touch they fear
without talking
I spit at these fashionistas who wear hair and nails that insult their African roots
I lash at these chancers who regard themselves revolutionists of technology yet
they need to be schooled
10. SELFLESS MOTIVATION
I can tell without my mouth waving towards inner dryness
That my heart woke up to a sad side of life and assuming that I was careless
My mind told me to start digging deep inside my wondering soul
That my happiness should come last I should rise slow
I looked at my sorroundings filled with faces that smiled with me
And said I should put those who cared before and eternal happiness I shall see
Love the one you are with if you can't be with the one you love it said
and pay respect to those who have risen above all odds for it deserves to be paid
I look inside me and cares for a smile on my brothers and sisters faces for they illuminate my heart
I step upon the top tip of selfless motivation and take with me to the grave a selfless vow
11. A CARAMEL DREAM
I go to sleep with your beautiful face in my mind
As I climb on the bed this printed version is all too kind
And then I start a journey to sleep without you next to me
And surely I have you in my arms all night long in my sleep
In that deep sleep I can taste your beatiful lips touch mine romantically
And surely your silky smooth skin goes against mine holistically
I wake up in the middle of the night and realise that it was only a dream
Tears begin to run down my shivering cheeks
I rest back into a deep sleep without a choice
My body crying for action with energy like a bunch of boys
In the morning I wake to to imaginable sound of your voice angelic
Your smile I see in the water as I bow to take a bath and that is prolific
During the day I console myself by a promise that there will be another day
And after the whole day as I return to the same routine just hoping this dream may...
