UNTITLED

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. 

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.