Yes i am

The landsea breeze from the mother city
From the table mountain and Atlantic Ocean
Blowing from the Iceland that beard our father for years
Then he came back and built a bridge named Mandela Bridge

The beautiful buildings of Johannesburg that symbolizes the love of the people
The congested roads the bridges that connects with the rest of the world
Down the N3 to the Zulu Kingdom South African play ground
Where our worrier king Shaka Zulu is from
Where the Indian Ocean cleans the skin of the people shining

Where the weather never disappoints farmers or sun lovers
Where the birds sing while people dance under the moon light
The sound of I Vuvuzela and Isigubhu the Zulu drum, is heard from one province to another

The different unique cultures, people and languages are more than enough to make me say I am proudly South African.

Feelings

Love flows inside the heart like the sound of the night
Kodwa nkosi yami
Yes I might be falling
But I am afraid of to fall because I’ll get hurt……

But than getting hurt is much better than what I am feeling
This feeling is thrilling
It makes me wakeup every morning smiling.

is my grave too big for me

What did I do not to have it?
What can I do to get it?
How will I do it?
Do I need help?

Is my grave too big for me?
Do I still have to get more in life in order to fit?
Where do I find it?
If it’s there bring it to me
If it’s here why can’t I see it?

Why can’t I see happiness?
Why can’t I see the bright light?
Why can’t I see the shining star above?
Why is it storming in my world?

Did I do something wrong
Did I disappoint someone?
Did I make someone cry?

Then if I did
Please let me go
Let me set your heart free
Let me set my heart free

When I am gone there will be no more
Worries from your side
Nor worries from my side

But for now my grave is too big for me.

So many questions

So many questions
so little time
Sometimes I ask
Am I losing my mind?
So many decisions

I know I can't make
So much criticism
I simply just can't take it
I can't please everyone
though I will always try

Sometimes I get discouraged
But I don't know why
I hate all the pressures
That are brought upon me
To many decisions
Then I'd rather there be

I just can't stand it
Don't know what to do
To feel what I feel
If only you knew,
I'm not looking for sympathy
I just wish it would end
But I feel it's a battle
That I'll never win.

Breaking the circle

Once we were one ;it came to pass
We in a huddle friends at last,hate to be seen
Friends pre redeemed…
Oval circles became the means to be freed.

Once I was young ;innocent ,unknown
Age took its toll the world gave me a new goal.
World in its awe,beauty and twists
Me ;a person of habits;pain be dismissed.
Life owes me pleasure, pain and dispair.
Give what is mine.I declare !

Habitual person are we all
Never to be freed from the bonds of the more
We always want ,we always desire
What we always want will transpire
Seek revenge on the cherub who say
I will look after you till the end of days.

Dead in a void my body is still
Commit to the earth,compost at will
Binding body breaking into pieces
Breaking the cycle will never be equal.
This is the life we all will lead
Come back reincarnated ; maybe a seal.

Here, there and everywhere

Some degree of trepidation it takes to be fond
of unsighly snakes of various makes;
some unfrozen water's left in the pond
concealed as fakes by ice & flakes.

Some residue precariously remained
when trading joy for distress;
some anonymous are found amongst those named
and some wakefulness despite weariness.

Some degree of pain results in spiritual gain
and warmth, youth & vigour are cradled by old & cold;
in repetition again obscure realises main
reminiscent of many tales told.

Some sun still hides behind thunder so loud
as not one, but many in sorrow opt for shroud;
some lucidness is in sleep & weariness in awake
as equal in importance as make & break.

Some shapes materialise in straight line bend
and some restful truth evades lying;
some stangers are but yet an unmet friend
as here, there & everywhere life's left despite dying.

The read red book

The primary colour red
is noticeable in erupted valcanoe's spray,
leaving trace elements in books yet unread
tarrying to pack away an ecyclopedia tray.

Both insecure and adventurous is the edge
on the mountain where faithful friends pray,
partitioning reminiscent wedge
stagnating in progression alway.

There parables of dread pause so as not to tread
in the path of a boy wandering ahoy,
at the passover a bowed head passes bread
while joy may be found with idea to toy.

Despite all the sun remains bright
as she the shadows see,
illumiating with red a glow of white
reastricting excesses exceedingly.

What is thought here also once were there
as red and white merged on book's cover's pink now,
having been heir to bare pages I bear by brow of hair
even though having amassed knowledge unseen by thou.

I no longer weep in my sleep

I no longer weep,
no more marvel at a favourite dress,
hardly pausing for rest or sleep,
seeking ugliness in loveliness.

I'm akin to woe,
moving far from what was close,
moving to, not fro, judging neither friend nor foe,
feeling prick of forms surrounding rose.

I do not own what I did rent,
having another caring for other,
in pent up feelings not repent,
not identifying with sister or brother.

I ignore the sun, but notice the cloud,
breathe with increased heartbeat the air,
listening silently at proud boisterous loud,
having given up on trying to dare.

Many have I in ignorance offended,
wasted in earning a living are thoughts of mind,
my life continues as a butterfly's cocoon ended,
rising in flight, of necessity leaving burden behind.

Fleeing of thee

I've no more feelings for thee,
empty is the cup from which I drank,
free is the buck that hath flee,
forever emersed is the ship that sank.

Unseeing is the gazing eye,
dull is the obscured bright,
no hidden marvels can I aspy,
crooked are branches of tree upright.

Blue becomes mud at end of tide,
people believe what they hear & not see,
you can feel sad e'en at yuletide,
invisibles are boarders of country.

Important's moved aside in time bide,
silent are words once fervently spake,
stationary now is ride as I abide,
what's been lost without cause or sake.

The eyes are closed below uplifted brow,
tired of trying am I,
no more living, merely surviving in eternal now,
not bothering any more knot to tie.

Bare air

Today, my heart is cold in the bare air,
the light, once bright, seems dim,
it seems meaningless to ascend a stair
and purposeless a seedling to trim.

Today, I'm enveloped by gloom
perturbed by those rays bright,
not having any more room
for an endless needless plight.

Life's meaningless, so is death,
aimlessly moving to and fro,
the heart breaks with a single breath
descending to below.

An endless entering of more doors,
discarding & ignorance of powers,
wandering along endless floors
hated by people, but greeted by flowers,

stale is the pale air here,
beauty goes beyond what eyes see,
would I have been nobler as a queen
assembling useless knowledge curiously?