The moving art

Title: The moving art

Inspired by: Music

From church choirs, competitions, live performances and recordings.
Plain beats, healing voices, pianos and karaoke’s,
The power of this art will let loose of your pasture keys.
From Tina Tarner, Celine Dion, right up to Alicia Keys.
It was designed to entertain and uplift, Never to stress and confuse
Nod, step, shake or jump, it’s up to you, you can choose.
This is sensory stimulating power you can hardly refuse.
Whether Soul, Funk or Rock, just put on your dancing shoes.
Start moonwalking in memory of the late Michael Jackson.
Put your fingers in the air as we salute Elvis Presley.
Dance with our Fathers as we respect Luther Vandross.
Jive to that melody in memory of Miriam Makeba.
Just to give you some taste of this special art,
From generation to generation the list is endless.
Since the 60’s, 70’s, right up to the 80’s.
As the current generation we still holding the light.
As Marshal Mothers stands small within Hip-Hop fusing black and white.
Now the whole S.A nation is dancing to Kwaito through Mandoza

Don’t get lost…Stay with me.

It’s just the beautiful MUSIC!!!

What makes you black?

All those years it took me to be a complete individual
Not even a day it was till i had this thought
WHAT MAKES YOU BLACK?
It was all a moment of;silence till I said to myself
MY AFRICAN CULTURE
THE WAY WE WERE BROUGHT UP!
Lefura la ngwana ke ho rongwa
THE WAY WE WERE TAUGHT RESPECT!
Ke hlaba ka lengole fatshe to serve you
OUR AFRICAN STYLE OF DRESSING
TSHEA LE THETHANA YA NGWANA MOSOTHO.

The decorations seen on the Ndebele house
Symbolize the spirit of Africa that dwells within me
The knowledge,perseverance, and motherhood we drink
Gives me the courage to be MOSOTHO WA LESOTHO KE SOTHOFALE.
Kgaebane  ke e rolela our heroes MOPEDI, MOSHWESHWE,LETSIE
You name them the question is
WHAT MAKES YOU BLACK?

Terrorist Child. (a parody)

I am a terrorist. I have killed and maimed untold numbers of innocent people. I have lain waste to countless women and children.I have cut out the eyes of my enemies and fed them to my dogs. My aim is to kill all infidels and to bring the world to its' knees. Why do I do this? I do it to liberate mankind from the evils of democracy and to free mankind from the chains of western imperialism.

I suppose I could blame it on the Devil or even on God,but no.It is I and I alone who does this.I am responsible and it is my price to pay and the price is good. With the blood of innocents I will march up to the gates of Heaven and be welcomed with open arms. Buddha or Jesus or the angels will welcome me with gifts and blessings.Virgins will fawn all over me and I will dwell in blessed peace for all eternity.

You can recognize me easily.I am a preacher, an angel or a priest.I am your next door neighbor and your very own friend. You will find me in your churches, your synagogues or mosques. I am in your local library and museum and even in your schools. I am everywhere you are and everywhere you are not. I am an agent of Death and Destruction. Beware my dear friend you could be next.

To dream a dream.

To dream a dream.

The Goddess,
she came to me today,
The weaver of dreams,
she the life giver,
she came to me.

And I in my sleep,
I heard her speak,
The Sweet Mother,
she spoke to my heart.

I have known you before,
in the dark dreams of the night,
and that secret place,
between the darkness and light,
I have called your name,
yet you did not hear,
I have held your hand,
yet you had no idea,
that I was near,
I call you again my dearest one,
open your mind to me,
let love dawn on you,
like the sun,
and be all you can be.

I awoke with tears running down my face,
that I could be visited by such grace,

I hear you my blessed Queen,
thank you for this blessed dream,
I will arise now from this place of death,
and I will revive,
I will revive my labored breath.

For I would love you.

For I would take you to places high above,
to the very heavens and on to love,
Where time is but a dream,
and eternity an empty place,
I would kiss your lips,
and behold your lovely face,
You are altogether lovely,
an ever fresh breath,
And I would love an cherish you,
until death.

Alien (a parody)

Welcome earthling, welcome to your pain,
I'll start first by examining your brain,
My eyes are oval and as black as night,
my intention is to give you a fright,
Please don't resist, it will be over soon,
as soon as I draw your blood with a spoon,
I am the Them and I am the They,
my dear puny friend, begin to pray,
Your abduction was just for fun,
Please play with me and don't you run.

Porcelain King

Draw me a line of purest powdery white,
Cut it in two with a shiny razor blade,

I will ingest confidence and pleasure,
And numb my gums against pain,

For I am the porcelain king,
With a runny nose.

Perhaps I was just dreaming.

I want to dance with you to the beautiful music of love,

On the wings of a sunbeam sent from above,

Whirling between the stars in a universe of delight,

Dancing with angels in a chaotic symphony of light,

Will I awaken from this dream to the reality of illusion?

Will I raise myself from death in this psychedelic fusion?

Perhaps I am wishing for rescue from a distant sun,

Perhaps I am just crazy my mind on the run,

But maybe as we rush into certain oblivion,

We may rise to glory with love,

From the spirit within.

For I am become death.

For I am become death,

The destroyer of worlds,

Yet I sing to the audience of one,

The applause of but one,

Who seeks to lift me up,

and replace the rage that forces me to….

……sweep you off your feet,

And kiss your spirit from face to foot,

Yet I am bound by chains of tyranny,

By bonds of fear and regret,

Have mercy on me as I…..

……kneel before you in worship,

I, the Destroyer,

Will become the great lover,

Oh but to dream the dream of liberty,

I have loved you with an everlasting love,

Though far away you're closer than my skin,

My every breath is yours,

How could I forget you,

Remembrance lingers on…..

……my lips since last I kissed you,

Come to me my love,

Let us dance the dance of light,

In this place of delight,

Alas I am but a pitiful fool,

Delusions of grandeur,

Golden nuggets deceive me from afar,

Luring me to sure death,

This fools gold,

Yet I will wait for you.

The Golden Thread

Dreaming I chanced upon a golden thread,
And I was laughing as I painted the rain red,
Floating gently upon the violent crystal sea,
I lost my mind and then cried with glee,

I was taken on a trip to see,
A minuscule menagerie,
In my soul,

Purple grass under a hazy crimson sky,
Indigo moon lifted up so very high,
Dreaming I chanced upon a golden thread,
It had woven its' way into my very bed.