Browsing articles from "April, 2008"

Patience

Apr 27, 2008   //   by Asmal   //   sorrow & grieving  //  No Comments

(Let us grieve)

And here we sit,
My thoughts and I
Bleeding tears as
The soul wails
There’s nothing left
Nothing to fill your void
Have mercy Lord
Heal my wound
Grant me Patience.

Ten things I like about u

Apr 27, 2008   //   by blackbabe   //   love  //  No Comments

1. I like the way u called me ‘sis’,
I thought you were the best brother ever.

2. I like the way be became friends,
We would talk about anything, whenever.

3. I like the way u said ‘I like u’ for the first time

4. The way u made me blush when I said ‘I like u 2’,
Wish I could freeze that moment forever.

5. I like the way u asked me not to rush ‘things’,
Your patience, like Mariah Carey, I think we belong together.

6. I like the way u make me smile, whenever I wanna cry,
Your presence brightens up my day.

7. I like the way u said you were gonna be my shoulder to cry on,
Told me to be strong.

8. I like the way u say ‘u mean ngathi?’ when I say ‘uphuphe ngami’.

9. I even like the way you make me angry, and u say ‘sorry’, change the subject,
You make me stay when I have to leave.

10. I like the way I tripped… tripped and fell in love with u… I like the way I like u
You are my brother, my best friend & my lover.

FATE

Apr 24, 2008   //   by khakhu   //   death  //  No Comments

Heavenly life anointed
Above my head unappointed
Carameled surfaces  of doom
Silently I ambled alone
Tied thoughts in my mind unfreed
A whisper, a call ftom a rattling desert
Razed it is my reign
AS i gazed the profundus lines…
on my wrinkled palms fade away
Hallucination a suspicion in my imagination
Messengers with a cracked mirror
Repeated duplications of me reflecting different figure.
And now my thoughts unleashed
And truth an obvious factor
My dreams unreached, my future my worry
My soul in denial, one breath i failed to draw
Emotionless face i assumed
Motionless creature i become.
The sullen bells were ringing.

In the eyes that dont cry

Apr 23, 2008   //   by Pepa   //   sorrow & grieving  //  No Comments

In the eyes that don’t cry
I saw the brightest stars shine
you led me  from the darkness
of my own created hell

you showed me love
giving me hope
you build me up
you led me to believe

Together we will be
forever you will be mine
till the end of time

How could I know my darkness
stole your soul?
How could I know I pulled you
so low?

In the eyes that don’t cry
I saw the brightest tears
I did not want to see
You tried to break free

I did not allow you to feel
I did not allow you to live
You took your own life
and I lived what you feel

It was overwhelming,
blinding pain
and not all fine

I know you want no tears to fall
I’ll pretend to walk tall
I know you don’t want me to face
my road of darkness and my shame

So, I’ll hide in the shadow of my pain
I'll run in the rain
I battle to stay sane
I’ll bath in thunder storms
This is the now the norm

I’ll wait for my time
I know you will be mine
till the very end of time
because I lead you there
with my own selfish fear

The eyes that don’t cry
are the brightest stars that shine

Lost like a sheep

Apr 18, 2008   //   by khakhu   //   culture  //  No Comments

They came and they went away
sidely shifted we are to the wrong & misleading direction
Intentions were fulfiled, mission accomplished.
They left us brainwashed.
They fed us upon the shadow of perfection
They fed us with their freshmilk.
Unintelligible consciousness of bewitchment
Infection of disease incurable was an attachment in our lives
Their milk was full of fragments of foreign protocols
Which we had to acquire to fit into the world they created for us
As a result my black sister started to forget her root of origin,
my black brother started to use englishied swearing terms on his parents,
poeple from my ghetto started 2 equalize themselves with GOD,
to decide whether certain beings should or should not live,
they'd even kill just to get into foreigner's yard for freshmilk.

They came and hipnotize us, they went away & left us unhipnotised.
Brought upon our brains is mischief, ill-treatment, and bewilderment.
Today my black husband rapes his one year old daughter in exchange
of what so-called pure blood to cure his impure blood.
Today my black son commits a crime against me his biological mother
so as to equalise his rank with theirs.
Today my black sister is starting a prostitution businesses to earn silver & gold.
For she was deceived and told that silver and gold makes  man.
That is why my black daughters get laid to fall pregnant and bear chlildren
so that the government will give them a childgrant for they were deceived
and told that silver and gold makes man
Today my educated black brother no longer greets me in Tshivenda
For he has learnt that his mother tongue is inconsequential or not of use.

Africa

Apr 17, 2008   //   by khakhu   //   politics  //  No Comments

Yes, man in Africa shall cry
Cry his beloved country sunk by the waves of a titanic wreck
Man in him I see a deep rotten terror infected in his health
Man in him I see his downfall
Like an erased memory of computer systems,
Legendary in his mind is erased.
Rooted in him is hunger of death & anger of life
Whereas the waves of evil are in festivity of his downfall
The doors of hell are goldfield and glorified by his silence
Angels of darkness are in power of his spirit
And his soul is captured into deep dark secret corners of a dead sea

Man in him I see his downfall
But I, I the daughter of Africa say no man in Africa
Shall sit down and do nothing while humanity is
Drowning into the talk of yesterday’s dream.
Diplomatic immunity yet untasted had faded into our promised land.
And buried inside melted walls are riddles & fairytales memories.

You children of Africa shall fantasize tomorrow’s dream
You shall touch dawn’s being before it is morning
Daughters and sons of Africa shall render defined rhymes
To put demise to the leading devils whose minds buried within them
Are lame speeches built upon diplomatic excuse.
I am aware, Africa has come to bits but rise shall be a divine deed
Resurrection shall we experience, legends will be waken
Rescued from the knees of democratic forms into a new dramatic humankind
For daughters & sons of Africa shall rise and Africa shall rise

You children of Africa shall fantasize tomorrow’s dream
You shall touch dawn’s being before it is morning
For you will render defined rhymes to put an end to the illegitimate crime
Made legitimatized by undeserving humanity
Worms of plague shall walk in dismay
Dismembering of mutilation shall bow down & surrender before our feet
Incorruptibility shall speak itself and truth shall be known
Inequality shall be politically condemned
When children of Africa render defined rhymes.

Faces From The Past

Apr 16, 2008   //   by refilwefifi   //   growing older  //  No Comments

I found her, that girl , that little girl
Sweet quiet child, trapped in the aging physical, jailed by the wisening mind
Presence brought about
By faces from the past, forgotten voices, changed faces
And in their hearts, seeking to find, that little girl
Sweet, sweet child

Grown woman
Changed needs, mature thoughts, faded feelings
Unfamiliar with their desparate hearts

Hurt woman, strong woman, cold heart?
Faces from the past
No space for the past.

I am…

Apr 14, 2008   //   by yando   //   forgiveness  //  No Comments

I am your ex, the one that walked away, thee one that you pushed away.
The one you hated, the one that refused to commit.
I am the one you didn't give a chance, the one you weren't able to face.
I am the one that hated you for own doings.

Shouldn't be that both of us act muturely,
perhap all would perfects and be happily ever after.
who am i bluffing, lifes not a fairy tale.
There aren't happily ever Afters, come to think of it,
that what makes us grow.

I am the one that loved u, u loved,
but love wasn't enough between us.
I am the one that fought with u, u fought with,
fight got the better of us.

We simply didn't see eye to eye,
we agreed to disagree.
That why we should part ways,
at the end of it all muturity came through for us.

We both are happily ever after…

You Don’t Know Me

Apr 13, 2008   //   by ndamu   //   friends & enemies  //  No Comments

I tell you everything
I tell you stories of how my day went
How I had to walk to school in the morning
And the rain ruined my newly done hair
Even the secret I promised never to tell
To you, I told

But I don't express my feelings
The song that made me cry
The poem I wrote
And all the dreams I have
Which are exactly what you don't want for me

I never told you I fought with my soul
Or that I cried all night searching for answers
I never said I tell you what you want to hear
For I didn't tell you much
I say what doesn't matter
I tell you nothing

Diverted

Apr 8, 2008   //   by btshepo   //   emotions  //  No Comments

Young black strong and single was of course the status of choice
No nagging partner that loves you to a thousand sea shells
Life, all things protruding in the desired direction yes smooth sailing
Promising future, billion rand contract approaching
Even more to come
Boy you blessed, consecrated and set apart far from the rest
CEO, Executive, Director Posts approaching rapidly yonder as you soon to become
Soon to become master of your own universe as God has ordained you
Portfolio of corporations to flourish dwells within your potent mind
As the brink of unleashment draws near all is set asunder as she came along
Destiny diverted, destiny torn apart, ravished,
Tarnished by moments of pleasure
A life of overwhelming power traded for second of hastened bliss
Stolen bliss as at the right time you were to receive on a golden platter
Patience seems to have been of a lack I presume.
OH, yes you turned her on n yes she returned the favor
As her blood boiled n gushed to the brains she wanted to have you wholly within her
You just wanted to penetrate her core to the inner most ultimate!!!
Aroused you were, as you decided to steam away as she kissed your lips n you kissed hers
One thing led to two past infinite as you both gasped for air after the grunts and partial screams
After that main course dripping wet with sweat was the dissert
Destiny diverted, destiny torn apart, ravished,
Tarnished by moments of pleasure
A life of overwhelming power traded for second of hastened bliss
Stolen bliss as at the right time you were to receive on a golden platter
You could have opposed and deviated from it waited, for the appointed time approached
Patience seems to have been of a lack I presume.

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