Fallen

Suspend
My never ending night
Wake me from the nightmare
That has become my reality

You don't see me
Screaming at the sky
You don't see me
I try so hard
To keep my grip
On the scattered remains of my sanity

My thorns
Have not yet pierced your flesh
Not yet
Stolen the light from your eyes
Not yet
Turned your perfect heart
To stone

Take away the mask
See what is hidden
The perfect beginning
To a perfect end

Ke mosadi wa moAfrica

Ke padi, ke korwe nonyane tsa dikgwa
Tse e reng di porapora, tsebe nthla ya me
E bo e lela ting ting, ga ke gopola dikokwanyana tsa me

Ke mphatlalatsane naledi ya meso
E e tsosang mahube, e e ntshang nko mo mesong
Ka leselo mme o nthutile go fetlha dinawa

Ke mosadi wa moAfrika
Ke ikgantsha ka lethlabula, ke lema magapu
Mmidi le marotse, ke fetlha bodiba

Ke mosadi, ke lerapo, ke sethunya
Ke montle jaaka semathana sa Amerika
Jaaka masimo a Afrika, le metswedi ya teng

Ke mosadi wa moAfrika
Ke tshwene, ke motshwara thipa ka bogaleng
Ke senatla, ke mogale mo go tsa bonetetsi

Ke leradu le lentle la rremogolo
Lo lo sa kgaleng kgatsele, la manamane a a maša
Ke ipela ka tshobotsi le semelo sa me

Ke moAfrika, ke kgosigadi ya tlhago
Ke phoka ya meso mo matlhareng a mosetlha
Ke lomao lo ntlha, ke sethšwaka mo puong

People's poet

U fikile Mzwakhe wa fakazela
U Zwakele Mzwakhe wa nanatela
O fihlile Mzwake wa fahlelela
You came Mzwakhe and you roared
You do not roar because you feel like
You roar because you have to
You roar because you have the healing senses
Healing senses flowing in your veins
yes in your veins as a poem potrait
You roar because you have the healing messages
Messages for your motherland-Afrika
Messages for msanzi-Aforika

Namusi si jabulile
Today we are happy and educated
Today we are beautiful and shaped by the architects of your veins
Yet still so desperate and hungry
Hungry for more of your vein contents

U iqawe Mzwakhe
U inkalakatha Mzwakhe
O setswerere Mzwakhe
Yes you are a hero
Mzwakhe the valiant
Facing die waarheid

YOU ARE THE PEOPLE'S POET

Soapies

They are there…..
Flashing on your screen
Every now and then
Every Days of our lives
Taking Backstage life to frontstage
To switch the young and old smiles on
In insurance of The need-Isidingo of our Bold and Beautiful motherland
For the old and new Generations

Anger out of nothing

We were bond
Like finger and nail
We were matching
Like moon and stars
We were popular
Like a movie couple
But deep inside we were less than couple
But best friends
A big question what happened
Vibrates the ear of the nation
Hey nobody-nobody even yourself
But I know
A big question why know me not
Is presented to ears of the nation
Hey nobody-nobody even yourself
can be angry out of nothing
This anger is out of you making comedy of my intelligence
Instead of a memorable movie of life

Anyway my life with you is still memorable

I plea

I am making a plea to Mvelanqanti
Wena lo wa tala izulu nomhlaba
I am making a plea to Mudzimu
Wena Modimo o mosa le mohau
I am making a plea to uThixo
Wena Bawo Thixo somandla
I am making a plea aan die Here
Die Een wie kan trap die duiwel op sy kop
I am making a plea to Xhigwembu
Wena Xhigwembu xha matimba
I am making a plea to the One up there…
JEHOVA JAIRA – the Lord my provider

I plea Mvelaqanti to keep child
Ngi hlale ngi ti tfobile ngato tonke tikhatsi
I plea Mudzimu to keep me brotherly human
Ke tsebe leshako la mpa e tee le nna
I plea Thixo to keep me marvelous son
Nge enze abazali bam' ba iqenye ngam'
I plea die Here to keep me of fruit
So ek kan plant terug
I plea Xhigwembu to keep me of Faith
Ngi be nwana wa we to eternnity

I plea Jehova Jaira to keep me of life equal to my farm contents
For I shall reap what I sough
In Thy Holy name
Amen and Amen      

La Blueprint

As this chapter is brought
To you in a Sculpture visions
Of mine traces of my rapture
You try capture

I returned like a shooting star
Falling with no landing not
Likely to crash into another
In Eternity my time was created

My lines in Poetry has been
Blueprinted I wipe my hands off
The walls of fame I walk on Hats
As you take it off for me

My dirty footprints create a path on
the red carpet the spot is clouded as
others lift the dust of it my absence is
presently manifested more then when I was

Encores are against my Laws
Sirens are against my silence

Against the odds am is my enticement
Come what may grounded is my
Stand I float on others words that
Shoot against me I’m on a high

Unconsciously I surpass all claims
Inspiring the reader as a mind feeder
Poet addicts need no rehab
The crave is far greater then heroin

Daily they search the net for others
Heartbeats to not drug themselves
But others my digesters know not mine
Name but the ones isolating them

Who’s hearts do I then Blueprint on?

A Place In Time

We held for moment a testimony to ghoul.
We built on time’s sands a fortress eternal.
We revealed a reverence for synthesis.
There came a place that held each of our faces immortal.
We edged on times sands to crush on them permanence,
To chisel of on its fabric our images.
For by our differences we challenged reality.
Born to reverence in chance, gilded in perhapsness,
Chanced by choice to be kings in eternity.

Our sight taunts time in his surety.
Playing on his memories before him.
Captured beyond the surface of fate, we remain.
There is no scarcity of our ramblings in time.
We cascade over every laughter, to reach every heart.
We touch every moment; we linger as residuals  to happiness.
We relent to fill the vows of generation beyond.
Copied by every deep that pay unwitful homage to us.

From janitor to brazen charmer, we held firm to woo time.
A space remains vaulted in his good keep.
A sanctuary for time’s beautiful thoughts,
We are kept there to induce pleasure.
We remain forever in him.
All of us.

Motivation

Beyond want or need I’m driven.
Captured, enthralled in the suffocating embrace of hope,

Desolate ambition snaps my mind like an executioner’s rope.
I see nothing but all I seek and I poke,
I poke to fill seeds in a land ravished by ambition,
Scorched by blindness focus.

Yes, beyond want or need I’m driven,

On burning dessert sands I plough.
I plant seeds, num my fingers digging up an oasis.
No to draught and famine I will not bow.
Skin burnt, sight faded, beauty recanted,
Laughed at, ridiculed, hated, court jester my new designation.

Eyes will turn to probe, gawk and mock.
Their gustier will say to me;
How dare you dream beyond my reality?
Dream beyond what is possible, the ghoul.
You stupid, witless moron, disable your mangled pervasion.

But no I won’t let it pass.
I won’t let my dreams into sand descend.

Because beyond want or need I am driven,
Driven to achieve.

Words,words

Words;words;words;
Uttered by tongues tightned in reins.
Words evoking ink stains of thoughts,
and paged in emotions.

Words ;words;words.
The flaming sword of convinction;
of my convinction.
The convinction of my unspoken word.