Complement from a heart that adores
Is is so sincere
heart poundering
causing the victim to feel like a God
These praises are sent on a chilly weather
with the breeze being a transport.
The poet is motivated
because resources protrude fourth
the labour is at his hands.
He's departed toying around circles of creativity
building castles
ocharstrating soldiers
to chauffer his lamentated princess.
With words like ponds which got deep ends
he strives to let sight that she's apreciated.
Unlike the other goddesse's saying that their beauty is understated
but not her she won't be caught in that spot not even a second,
with a submissive heart he choose's to be a servant,
with a beurocratic stature he will cast away her devils.
With sympathy to her
he will be that diary which got her hell confined,
trates of tears on her face
narrate the blizzards they passed together.
She encircles his ireland with attractivesness that rivals the best that man can create,
with classy walks she resembles
the value of a benze.
when she passes by any man
she ressurects the poetry that is not utilised
caged with wild motives but
anxiously requiring to fly.
Indeed her source of concievement
does bare good fruit
he was left wishing couldnt every girl be a daughter to the tree of her concievement.
because she needed not beauticians to give her beauty
her originality was already a complement.
Tuesday 12 June 2012
IT IS
It is the sound of a tambourine played by nature on this cliff
Ascending on a rapid pace with melodical notes
stealing ears that do not realy know their delight.
It is that antique guitar
which its appearance may not be appertising but
what is confined in its brass strings
let go of arrows aimed in our misery's
separating us from the existance of grief.
cause the first being resided in the gardens of abundant peace
the potter which call him fourth on the ground
utilised the same skill even to us.
If we could share the same conceivement
couldnt we be entitled to his blessings.
It is the beat of a drum
played by an adroitful player
which is meant to motivate these feet
that stomp the ground
to raise fumes of dust
making nogqawuse proud.
siso kanye isingqi sakwaphalo.
Ressurecting not our ancestores ghostly characters
but that which was moistly stuck on their tongues
Ubuntu.
It is that root that was born not of a seed
but was sucked on the bossom of an african woman
who's independency forbides her from being two minded
who's afflictions force her to be a man for her offsprings.
It is that which it is
and cannot be that which is not.
Ascending on a rapid pace with melodical notes
stealing ears that do not realy know their delight.
It is that antique guitar
which its appearance may not be appertising but
what is confined in its brass strings
let go of arrows aimed in our misery's
separating us from the existance of grief.
cause the first being resided in the gardens of abundant peace
the potter which call him fourth on the ground
utilised the same skill even to us.
If we could share the same conceivement
couldnt we be entitled to his blessings.
It is the beat of a drum
played by an adroitful player
which is meant to motivate these feet
that stomp the ground
to raise fumes of dust
making nogqawuse proud.
siso kanye isingqi sakwaphalo.
Ressurecting not our ancestores ghostly characters
but that which was moistly stuck on their tongues
Ubuntu.
It is that root that was born not of a seed
but was sucked on the bossom of an african woman
who's independency forbides her from being two minded
who's afflictions force her to be a man for her offsprings.
It is that which it is
and cannot be that which is not.
Friday 25 May 2012
To the FAM
As various voices presented on a single mic
Giving birth to one solid sound
through speakers near a listener passing by...
We are one on this.
As dread locks rooted on a single head
we come in different heights and different ways
Even though we stil regard this head as our primary base.
The artisans of words
with the labour of our heads portraide through carfts that i call notions and thoughts,
that never seem to fill to the brim
this ocean that somehow seems to have a lick.
my unaudible gratitudes i present as a lament to its lick
because through it
you and i were given an opportunity to exist.
The frequent drops narrate how youe way and mines converged
in this wilderness of words
like deserts with their plenty sands.
We indeed have got one mind but with different thoughts
and somehow we got magneted into being one,
you would swear that we were particles that were hapazardly scattered.
Giving birth to one solid sound
through speakers near a listener passing by...
We are one on this.
As dread locks rooted on a single head
we come in different heights and different ways
Even though we stil regard this head as our primary base.
The artisans of words
with the labour of our heads portraide through carfts that i call notions and thoughts,
that never seem to fill to the brim
this ocean that somehow seems to have a lick.
my unaudible gratitudes i present as a lament to its lick
because through it
you and i were given an opportunity to exist.
The frequent drops narrate how youe way and mines converged
in this wilderness of words
like deserts with their plenty sands.
We indeed have got one mind but with different thoughts
and somehow we got magneted into being one,
you would swear that we were particles that were hapazardly scattered.
Saturday 12 May 2012
"She dont know that she makes makes me feel like this"
SHE COPMLETES ME
LIKE A STRAIGHT LINE TAKING OFF FROM 0 DEGEERS OF A CURTASIAN PLANE, PROGESSING TO FINISH A CIRCLE ON 360
THAT LINE WHICH MY HEART KEEP SKIPING ON WHEN EVER IT JUMPS FOR A BEAT
THAT FACTOR WHICH CAUSES ME TO BEAM WITH A YOUTHFUL SMILE
UNSACASTICALY REALISING THE LIVELYNESS WHICH CAVES MY RIBS
Each second that passes continuing with time
SHE IS THAT RAY THAT Escaped FROM THE SCENTRE OF THE SUN
WILLINGLY NARATING, THE FRUITFULNESS OF THE UTERUS THAT KEPT IT FOR 36 WEEKS
HER CUDDLE I PREFER AS IT PRISON
my “prison”
Giving me liberty that suppases my argumentative reason
Attaching me to her personality more than her outer appearance
Like infants caught on their bellies by umbilical cords
She recites a story that is constantly settled on a climax
I just keep eagering for more
Wednesday 11 April 2012
"YOUNG LOVE"
It knows no bounderies
so allergic to confinement.
delighting on being its own boss
because it requres the abundant liberty to creat its own laws.
going in and out on its empire
having no one creature enquiring about where it has been.
it remains on the utterance
having the host not accomodating
what he just pronounce in his heart.
where ever it settles
it does not root itself.
when ever it gets tired, it just gets up and depart to its next victim.
its so indecisive which reveals a perfect duplication of its core.
on prematurity it is manacledly bound,
even though it borrows the pace of sound waves transmitted from space,
with inentions to arrive with an extreme force on the wall that prison
it, it never escapes.
but in time it will get better
because by the accumulation of age maturity creeps in.
It knows no bounderies
so allergic to confinement.
delighting on being its own boss
because it requres the abundant liberty to creat its own laws.
going in and out on its empire
having no one creature enquiring about where it has been.
it remains on the utterance
having the host not accomodating
what he just pronounce in his heart.
where ever it settles
it does not root itself.
when ever it gets tired, it just gets up and depart to its next victim.
its so indecisive which reveals a perfect duplication of its core.
on prematurity it is manacledly bound,
even though it borrows the pace of sound waves transmitted from space,
with inentions to arrive with an extreme force on the wall that prison
it, it never escapes.
but in time it will get better
because by the accumulation of age maturity creeps in.
"she never thought that he would be like this"
disloyalty was the bitter truth that se was forced to believe,
as he pronounced lucidly that they couldnt continue as a couple.
he draged her out of the buildind voilating her will of expressing the
affection that she had for him.
she thought they had that can never be terminated bond like a tree
rooted deep in the stream,
but all that turned to be a fictionalised tale , that she was granted
a role to play in.
she couldnt comprehend why he called it quits, after all these numerous years.
her brain was blinded to the fact that he was an epitome of a man,
less courageous when it comes to commitments.
the king in her fairy tale which adopted a reasoning of a teenager, so
dwelling in indecisiveness.
he ran away with her confidance
departing her timid as she tryed to stand,
with shame being everything she sighted.
sister felt the division as she had no choice but to progress without
her other half.
aint the bible declaring that for me to come to life a reeb was taken
from his reebs,
that question would pop-up uninvited in her mind, then she would say "
there i was making him him complete "
bringing about sense why the other being needs the other,
but unfortunately my presence in his existance was unapreciated.
she would say she moved on but the intirmacy of the guys she dates
aint mending her broken heart.
she didnt want the days to continue , if it was for her they would
remain stagnant.
cause they ressurected the scars that never seemed to heal.
disloyalty was the bitter truth that se was forced to believe,
as he pronounced lucidly that they couldnt continue as a couple.
he draged her out of the buildind voilating her will of expressing the
affection that she had for him.
she thought they had that can never be terminated bond like a tree
rooted deep in the stream,
but all that turned to be a fictionalised tale , that she was granted
a role to play in.
she couldnt comprehend why he called it quits, after all these numerous years.
her brain was blinded to the fact that he was an epitome of a man,
less courageous when it comes to commitments.
the king in her fairy tale which adopted a reasoning of a teenager, so
dwelling in indecisiveness.
he ran away with her confidance
departing her timid as she tryed to stand,
with shame being everything she sighted.
sister felt the division as she had no choice but to progress without
her other half.
aint the bible declaring that for me to come to life a reeb was taken
from his reebs,
that question would pop-up uninvited in her mind, then she would say "
there i was making him him complete "
bringing about sense why the other being needs the other,
but unfortunately my presence in his existance was unapreciated.
she would say she moved on but the intirmacy of the guys she dates
aint mending her broken heart.
she didnt want the days to continue , if it was for her they would
remain stagnant.
cause they ressurected the scars that never seemed to heal.
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