My Own Father

In the beginning there was God our father who created man,
and now there's this man that created me, my own father.
I plead with those people who for some reasons don't like God
to chill and listen to me when I speak about my own soul father.

My own father is no more a stranger but a soul father.
For about ± 15 years or so, my own father was more like a stranger.
Listen to me very carefully when I talk of this great man
who was once more like a stranger.
He is so great and powerful that I never heard my mother
the queen complaining about my father.

However my father was more like a stranger since he was
not there to see me growing to be this man today.
The strange part is that I know why this man was never there to witness me growing.

You see my own father is a soul father
who never had time to teach me about life at young age.
He never had time to tell me the difference between right & wrong.
He never had time for us to have that one on one bond
We all familiar with this saying "like father like son"
Well, in my case it was more like mother like son.
Still I know why this man never had time for that.

My own father is no more a stranger but a soul father.
He has been trying very hard all these years to be a family man
but situations that time forced him to be a firmly hard working man
in that firm somewhere in Joburg for a white man.
Don't get me wrong I don't have any beef for my father or
the white man for that matter,
However my father still devoted his time just not to his family but to others.

My own father is no more a stranger but a soul father,
who never had enough money to buy me the luxury equipment to play those computer games.
He never had time to encourage me to do maths & physics in school.
But, my father spent every little cent he had to give me
Something he never had – Education.
You probably saying you've heard one that before
However, my situation was different as I had no choice to choose
the quality of education I wanted,
but I'm not complaining coz my father made sure that I get education
that was there and accessible.
That is why I decided to write poetry

My own father is no more a stranger but a soul father,
Who provided everything but not time for his family.
Right now I don't have any fancy words to describe you father any further.
But one thing I can remember you taught me
not to be a beggar, to be a chooser
You told me not to be a looser, to be a winner
You told me not to speak to a stranger,
Doesn't matter how persuasive is the stranger
Coz I might expose myself to danger.

Just a little reminder, each and every step my father took for me
to be this better, is a step that I took to climb a success ladder.
A ladder that once you finished climbing
you can easily say I have arrived.
Academic orientated people refer to this theory as Self Actualisation.
One can find this theory in Maslow`s Hierarchy of Success.

My own father is no more a stranger but a soul father,
Even though I waited for him & those better days,
Instead of these dangerous days,
The youth today is so exposed to these harmful games
Oh, its such a shame, maybe they don't have unique fathers

It's no longer the case where all fathers work hard as gold diggers
But they more like mind readers
When matters arise no one is willing to be a compromiser
not even when blood is a little bit thinner than water
yes not when blood is a little bit thinner than water
Everyone just wants to go deeper and deeper to be a sinner
But with God by his side, my own father is a peace maker
And I'm no more a day dreamer but a poetry writer
Coz my own father is no more a stranger but a soul father

black? bright? beautiful? o jus a fool

I am black bright & beautiful
I wonder how I came into life,
what is this world I’m living in?
I hear wierd stuff, unheard sounds
Read unread minds
I see not the light, things that should be outta sight

I am black
beautiful or jus a fool?
I pretend to hate,
heartless..
when I feel worthless
I am incontroll but controlled

I am bright
I fly, high
I touch the sky, stars
I smile, the sun shines
I worry bout no one, but me
bt somehow i care 4 those in need
I cry, hardly, wen heart broken
am i beautiful?

I understand not what life love means (is)
I say it aint pain unless u belive it be (is)
I dream about & of flying easter eggs
I try too hard 2 4give & 4get
I try not to regrete
I hope i learn how 2 give,
4get bout gettin

I am? or am I?
confused?
who am i?
wat am i?
a fool?

My liberated me

Is it the world that is too small for my
……….high opinionated mind?
Is it my being that is too big to fit in this world with limits?
Is it the blue sky that is too near to be the limit?
My eyesight that sees, looks and observe what is too far to be?
My lips that create words that are too beg to be forbidden ?
or is it the too that is between my lines that is exagerated?
Is it me or the world around me?

Places that i want to go….
people that i want to meet…..
Is it my time that in this world that is not permissable?
My wings to fly, to spread and to protect my fragile inner?
Am i too rigid to just go with the wind?
Maybe its the world around me that is limited or is it me?

Maybe am a tight leaf that just doesnt go with the wind.
Stay fixed with my emotions…emoticons…whatever emancipating…
I think its me trying to stand firm on being me …
"a free liberated Soul, a free bird ready to fly"

In betwixt theee ancestral and The God

Am dry from my devoted mind, soul and so is my body
The world seem to be shrinking before me,
I wonder if its the gun that will make them believe,
Maybe am a saint, too innocent to know the roaming voices, words,……alphabets, maybe i cant make a word
Its the dead souls that lie beneath us.
Respect or dis before respect if i dont bow to them
The Steps, progressions, for heaven is beneath not!
Rather i'll climb up and be worth a comfort
or is it down degrading my strength
As for the will of the living lost,
Or for the believers, for spiritual upliftment.
Its a choice that determines my destiny……
so let my voice be heard by the open heaven,
and be rejected by the degrading souls
I'll keep mumbling if they view it that way
After all its not a make believe rather a belief to believe.

He will just be

One day it will happen
He will wake no longer in this terrifying, cruel world
Because he will not sleep
Nor will he be awake. He will just be
Because he will not be in this world
He will just be

After having just been in this world
Freshly departed, a new existence to the mystical unknown, just started
And where he will be, we know not,
not now
You and I will just know
that he is dead

27 June 2007

as i watched

I looked at her moving
Ever so sweetly
The night was heady with joy
As I stared at her I know she felt me
She would glance at me non-committal
Like what are you looking at?
You and your intensity makes me stare,
It makes me long,

The air changes,
A familiar beat
The invitation is given,
Stare I know you want to
So stare as I tease you
Hooked by knowledge of past
She moves in rhythms that make me weak,
She has me in the palm of her hand,
Knowing how to turn me into her slave
She moves with the passion which she owns
I look I lust I want

As I watched her she became the woman in my mind

La Destiny’s Child

A Faint whisper i heard
fertilizes my soil she waters
with a smile that outshines
my appearence on the inside

Her abscence uproots all
insercurities i examine
her presence ignites all
my walls and consumes

all my energy into the pulse
in her eyes i stand in awe
of her smile simplicity resides
in me while her space

i invade i crossed her
boarder and alienatored
all those with identification
pressure to her emergerd

while i arge my search
to race in a casual pace
i notice my steady focus
would signal her symbol

signs of caution that binds
her past to cast not the
first stone and end up alone
but my verses is a surface

a foundation cemented
with loyalty i implemented
with trust i demonstrated
with integrity i initiated
with joy i experemented

her feelings are solitude  
towards all oppositions
while her attraction defines
a perfect lady indisgiuse

prison me up cast away the key
behind these bars is my freedom
to utalise my destiny that is
subjected to Title mine Inherent

as being the Queen of the Boy Law
with foldered arms and my Chin
to the sky do I welcome her
mmm

The Event

Riotous applause
Happiness abounds
Your heart is racing
We won we won

Home time dawns
The event fades the heart

Crossing the entrance to loneliness
You enter your prison, your safe haven
Empty in soul you crave the last few hours
Bring them back, bring them back
Just for the emptiness to fill
How do I deal with in this barrenness
I cant,
All I can is endure  

Events massacre your mind
However brilliant

Cast away the past

To Ference

Cast away the past
a stroy has been told
and as actors we have been sold
to play the role as we were told

Feel the sun and not the blame
smell the rain
and forget the pain

There's no answers in yesterdays
or knowing of future days

So take my hand
walk with me
in the now
as this is all we know

Right now
right here
this is our moment in time!

A Whine Beneath A Smile Face

Where do I begin
With the expression of my buried optimism
My faith is defined as dead
Hope is fading while the heart is bleeding
In tears, I release my pain, my blood flows in despair

As I remorse the acted scene, my body shivers
I revolt the thought like useless used assets,
My soul is burnt down into ashes
My heart is torn into chips
Destroyed I am

Courageous as I appear, the inner me have lost courage
In hostility, I walk the shame spitting anger
Sadness is the latest release of my undefined album
I dance to the beats of my own sobbing
Watching happiness departing holding the suitcase of my joy
  

In me love is lost, in me trust is lost
Humility embraces me
The emblem dignity is misplaced, I am sinking in confusion
Deluded is how I feel
The status of this moment is tragedy;
In horror is where life is revolving