BEWARE OF THEM

BEWARE OF THEM

You can run but you cannot hide.
Sometimes I’m scared of those Crocodiles,
Who strip fake smiles on me
Strip smiles and laugh crazy, like Hyenas.

When they catch you
They strip you into pieces
Shape-less and confused
You get all messed up and drowned
Into deep dark seas

The shadows of the night
Making you tremble,
Your knees shaking and
You start running fast
Wanting to never look back.

It’s more like a disease,
Becomes dormant and
Sometimes fully blown

Your Life becoming infected
The loneliness
The adjustments
The confusion
Drilling in your head

It’s horrible
The emptiness
Feels alone
The touch of confusion
New predictions
Unsuccessful
Always pain in the heart

Piercing through, deep into the soul
The disease severely spreading
No matter how hard I try
The whole feeling is dead

The same horrible route
I hate it
Broken into pieces
Your senses on pension
Your body feeling weak
Full of non-visible bruises
Swollen faces

Swearing like a trooper
Long faces, matching bands
Looking and looking
All around
No hole to escape to.

M.S.G Seko
2005

The HIV Streak

I thought I got all the punk moves to rock every one
However, turned out to be a mockery,
Excuse my pan!
A day broke not without your call and da so-called sms
Aye…
I dream but all was such a bubble
That’s streamed without any streak
How naïve can a beach be
Throwing out its sand dunes
The most important particle of nature
To such a rebellious stiff neck.
Me as a woman…
If I do not protect myself
From such an HIV potential work,
The Him factor would never
As they deny my right of security always
I wish…
I can knock some sense
In every child+adult mind=long life
You have to excuse my staunch mathematics
Of course, it speaks reality…
I hope I am excused.

Not that I complain

Not that I complain, but my skin does
My hair says it all…
My eyes have gone deep inside
I can't even walk properly
I have became a child
I mix up the colours.. not to mention money,
Hundred rands are now ten rands
Not that I complain, but people do
My childen do not respect me anymore
I worry those poor taxi conductors everyday
Not to mention the nurses at the clinic
Not that I complain but my five senses does
I can't hear properly
I can't taste any good food
I can't see properly
and so on
Not that I complain BUT
why am I still alive

Untitled

So many things have happened since I exited my mother's comfortable womb
Some have been good
But most have been bad
I am not a saddist
A am not a pessimist
I am just telling it like it is
I am happy now
I may be sad by the time you read this
Sometimes people fill my life with unhappyness
But most of the time I inflinch unbearable pain on myself
By allowing negative people to invade my life
How long?
My brothers and sisters
How long are we going to be intolerant towads each other's emotions?

Faces From The Past

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.

When We Age

Sitting under the glow of the moon lit night,
You hold me dear you hold me tight.
As we talk about our future plan,
Building our dreams in the sand’
I lay my head upon your shoulder,
And we talk about when we grow older.

And you ask me” would I always be true to you,
And stand by you no matter what it is you do.
Help when your memory becomes useless,
Will I accept your grumpiness and baldness
And always have food for you on which to feed,
And always be there for your manly need.

Yes I reply” As long as we are together in sickness and health,
And when you die leave me your wealth.
That you still be with me when my teeth decay,
And my hair turns mouldy grey.
Love me when I look like a prune and old,
And page thru my wrinkles to find my centre fold.

love song

we was the picture perfect couple
The match made in heaven
I was ever smyling when i knocked at your door at seven
we planned to raise ten kids but maybe eleven
ready to face any misfortune that in life we'd be given
I felt your bright light i ma world @ nite
to protect u guaranteed any dawg Id fight
U was worth mo than my life I called u ma wife
Like a fairytale princess gal u had me enticed
Your composure trapped my thoghts in fantasies
Anticipating on the moments we'd make 'em reality
back and forth  we would bounce meeting on the same spot
For we both never knew lovin could be this hot
Victimized by the distance , its like I ben shot
for im having multiple crazzie frestyle  thoghts
I cant forget about my past , cant focus on the present
Your goodbie woulve  made a perfect farwell present
and thus my love song

Old Age

I cant help wonder if there will ever be a way
To make old age go away
I mean no one really wants to get old
Even the thought of it just makes me cold

Who wants a thousand wrinkles on their face
Having to in the morning apply loads and loads of base
I know I don't want to be as blind as a bat
Not even being able to tell apart a cat from a rat

The thing that scares me most of all
Is not even being able to hear people call
'Cause all of a sudden your ears decide to go on strike
And it seems as if everyone needs a mic

Imagine backache every night and day
Feeling uncomfortable everyway you lay
Then finally you start forgetting things
And don't even recognise your son when he rings

Please this is a request for someone clever
To try and invent something to keep us young forever!

Past Maturity

My trunk has greyed,
my body bent,
my branches twisted,
from years of beating sun.

My heart has died,
too many years of growth
have sapped my spirit;
yet I still appraise my land.

No leaves or foliage grow,
no blossom blooms in spring,
no fruit, no seeds
that fall and feed.

I’m tired and broken down,
the wind blows yet
I feel no movement
In my soul.

Large wrinkled cracks
line my weathered face.
My bark long gone and
my trunk well polished.

One time magnificent,
the tallest tree around,
the greenest leaves,
fruit most sought.

Time, wind and sun,
have aged my body,
my many, many rings
add far too many years.

Pretty birds I used to love
no longer perch and feed
the butterflies, the bees
that pollinate long gone.

Past beauty that I am
forgotten, and ignored,
soon I will fall, break,
decay, mould and rot.

My rotting remains  
soon composted to
manure, I can now return
as goodness to the earth.

New growth now born,
new trees, grasses, plants,
blossoms that give food
to feed our hungry land.

The cycle of life means
I will grow again to
give life, sustain growth,
help maintain our world.

So life continues.

2  July 2007

Life In A Nutshell

Rolling by
The days go past
Wondering when they will end

Life has gone past
At an alarming rate
Still nothing changes

Struggles from one to next
Year after year
We only get older

Trying to survive
In this crazy world
Only makes one greyer

Still we fight on
Hoping that one day
Our ship will come

We will carry the battle on
Always with a dream
That Utopia will be near