bottomless pit
There are these man, man that roam the streets with no intention
They take sips from the most unattractive vine trees and get smoke from trees blown into their heads
they let their dirty feet kiss the soil insearch for nothing, nothing being the reason they wake up and hallucinations leading them to a deep sleep
Then there are those women that stand at crossroads watching cars that pass by
dreaming to be passengers and not anything more, why am I not surprised afterall they
are daughters of the soil…. They smile as their only tool is their bodies as they fall slaves to their
desires that can come from no where but their hearts
Their troubled minds never rest as they view with their limited predetermined brains that
were brought to maturity by blasphemy and deceptions
they all have one thing in common, no direction.
The world is applauding and it itself does not know the next move, listen
and you will hear a lot of noise as the agnostics will tell you about science "it has made it all"
so where are these men and women headed ? bottomless pit
My heart bleeds
Just like the great Peter Tosh
I woke up with a funny feeling this morning
I realised my heart is bleeding
It is bleeding for the loves found and lost
It was bleeding for the loves I will lose today and tommorow
When the rain drops hit my window
I realised that it was yet another gloomy, rainy day
My heart sank, it started to bleed
For it is in such days that I think of the loving and hugging I could get
For it is in such days that I wish I was in love
Mybe tommorow will be better, my mind keeps whispering
Maybe I will be awoken by the rays of sunshine hitting on my window
Maybe i will find out the true meaning of life
Maybe I will be smiling when I wake and the funny feeling will be gone through the back door
When I'm gone
When everything has been said
And done
Do you love me
Or do you even like me
When I look into the holes of your Soul
I see nothing
Am I not suppossed to see may bed of Roses in there?
Your mouth tells me shoots sweet words
But your eyes say otherwise
My sixth sense tells me you are here
Just to kill time
But are you using me
Or are you using yourself
I stand to loose nought
But if i loose you
Then i have nought
If i leave will you miss me?
Will you call me every day?
Will you move on?
Please tell me the truth
Cos my journey is planned
I need to know if you are coming along or not
Goodbye!
the rise and rise of a 07
As I lay on my bed
I think
I find it hard to forget it
It has been with me all my life
It is very demanding
It's urges are rising with each day
It is on a campaign bigger than that of Jacob Zuma
What should I do
Should I give in to its demands?
I have hurt people I claimed to love because of it
I have outwalked the furthest city lights for it
I have cried; laughed and went on my knees for it
I have taken life threatening risks for it
But every day, it demands more
The more I give it, the more it wants
Should I give in?
I am tired now
When I am at work
It's there
When I am in the toilet
It comes
How can I escape it
La Black Poem
La Black Poem
Darkness holds my brightest ideas
Hidden in a mystery that’s
Treasured away for I to bring
Light unto your path
My past is yet to come
My future I viewed willingly
I forget the former things
And ushered into tomorrow
I ceased all foreign affairs
Disputing of whom be the light
In this poetic realm we all
Source from absence of time
Eternity eliminated the
Beginning experience fertilizes
The mind Fantasies stimulates
The thoughts to birth actions
Let not thy heart be
Doubtful for I will
return with the Blueprint
scattering all misprinted claims
the space I ascent to you may
not synchronize infrared will
connect you to your surrounding
lean for aid save yourself
the end to my intro
is sketched to you in
La Black Poem the candle
Is yet to be lighten
Then my inheritance from
My Fourth Father (William Shakespear)
His Will Spears all who
Shake against my texture
Infinitely Iterative
Infinitely iterative -
His misery and agony
As his stomach tried to digest his fate
With the precision of a (17th century) Chinese string works
Princess Oh!
Your beauty, a
Radiant, red rose
But seldom seen,
boundless. Oh!
Fair maiden,
You grow all the more
Fine,
with each ray of light
Reflects in your eye.
Glow!
As Father TIme paints
Your face with wisdom,
Mystery, refinement
Reversing past pains
Punishment
By the hands of
Pathetic peasents of Pandora.
Aphrodite, Nefertite
Silent silhouettes.
Woman,
Nymph,
Glorious goddess!
Reveal yourself,
Remove your rebozo.
Your plump, pouting lips.
Seductive. Oh!
Provoking passion.
Alluring.
This is your Plaisance
Take pleasure
In you!
free to be me
maybe lucifer wears leather
i can tell by the price of my sin
he probably wore shoes made of feather
'cause i never heard him come in
now my life's heavy like london weather
my days are darker than my skin
neighbours are starting to wonder wether
my blood's drunk from drugs
when i was robbed by thugs
they never cared consoling me wit hugs
they judged my path,gunned my reputation
'cause i shunned their social obligation
their daughters lusting to slaughter me
between their thick thighs,like i dont see
their sinful schemes that kill dreams
but i will be free…
free from all miseducation
i will see their misrepresantaion
but until that day arrives..
i will remain stuck in their plans
blind dreams
blind man talks about the future
as if he can see it,painting a picture
clear like evening news,quotes a scripture
known by His followers,he tells a story
of collapsed architecture,malnutrition models
that seek fame beyond the game,
paranoid prison politicians lustin' material glory,
persuadin' people to believe we're the same
while they worship money like pop idols.
he speaks wise woeful words that echo
an' navigate through trenches in the ghetto,
those who hear it are born again
they are truelly liberated from all pain,
testifying the true meaning of Love
praising the Redeemer high above,
they tell success stories that blow heads
weak hearts lured by the devils pie
they become like samson wit' out dreads
falling into nakedness of her lie,
siners rejoice as satan slaughters
the sheep,he gives glory to the daughters
who have lost their way…blood like flood
flowing like freedom chained in the neck,
the blind man speaks…but ears are deaf
who will hear what the blind see
who will know what will be