Confusing Emotions
My mind seems in constant turmoil,
Never a straight thought,
Even though I try hard to unravel,
The endless stream of distraught.
The skies open up,
In a constant storm of words,
Adding to the confusion
Of the already hurt…
I sit outside in the cold pouring rain,
Waiting for the tears to end,
For the pain to subside,
And eventually start to mend…
I have found the one i truely love,
Maybe love at first sight.
Only time will tell,
Should i stay away or should i fight..
My head bows down,
My eyes start to dry,
My heart still broken,
Still willing to give love a try.
who am i
Is this who i really am ….. or am i just trying to find the me i lost
Is this what i really feel …. or is it just a cry for help
Is this wot i want to be …. or am i just trying to turn a need into a want
Is it me i see…. or is it a lie im trying to pass down as the truth
Have i followed my dreams…. or have i lived in a dream world
Am i good enough…. or do i just pretend to be
Have i lost myself…. or am i not seeing the truth
Am i proud of the things ive done…. or am i trying to convince myself that its ok
Am i happy… or have i perfected a fake smile
Is my heart pure…. or have i mannaged to cover the darkness
Do i deserve to be here… or am i stealing someone elses time
Have i done enough…. or have i just painted a pretty picture
have i made the right choices…. or have i convinced myself that i did
am i over it… or do i llike living in denial
am i worthy …. or am i just using it to help me sleep at night
does anybody really love me…. or would i just like to believe they do
what do u see when u look at me…. or do u not even no that i exist
what do u think when i utter a word…. or do u not even listen to a thing i say
do i make u give me a second look…. or have i not even managed to get one
do i leave a mark in ur life…. or am i insignificant
will u remember me wen im gone…. or will u forget i was ever here
do u think im pretty… or do u think im pretty far from it
am i thin enough…..or havent u even noticed i am here
do i keep u interested… or have u not found any interest in me
is this who i really am….. or is this just the me i lost
can u help me find myself….
can u help me see what u see…..
can u help me find the smile again…..
can u help me find the beat in my heart again….
can u….
will u….
coz i dont no who i am
all i see in the morror is a face whitout a name
all i see in the mirror is a smile without a glow
all i see in the mirror is the image of the person i once was
all i see is …..
all i see is….
A GHOST
can u….
will u….
Africa ho senyehile kae?
Hoseng ka matjeke re tsoswa ke o moholo mokgosi;
Re bona hlopha sa batho se bokanetse setopo;
Topo sa morwetsana thoteng thoko ho motse;
Ehlile borwetsana bo nkuwe ka qophello;
Thipa mpeng e bata poo!
O hutswe a betwa, a bolawa;
Madi ona ha ke sa buwa;
Jo nna!Utlwa seboko seo
Le ha ebe o ne a lebelletse;
A lebelletse lesea ngwana monyane;
O mmolaile le pele a tswala;
O mmolaile a le popelong ya mme Motswadi;
Ha feela thota ne e ka bua
Ne re tla tseba na ke bo mang ba bokgopo?
Ba kgaba ka ho bona madi;
Oh Afrika ho senyehile kae?
Ho etsahetseng ka motho ke motho ka batho;
Tjhankaneng ho tletse tswete;
Polao,peto,tlhekefetso;
Oh Afrika ho senyehile kae;
Hhayi le mpilo…
Uvumela ukuthi bakukhohlise, bakuyenge baphinde bakudide
Ngizwa bethi, impilo ingezicofucofu ngisho oncamnce
Bathi ingengqephu, umswenko yona belu iwear
Baqhubeke bathi kufanele ube sezintweni, emgangathweni
Wona phela amasoka ane 'sjovu, imali amaBEE anama tender
Angiphathike amaWig, umthwizo ne make up
Kwanzimake masekuzufanele sivume
Kuzokusizake ukuthi kube izithukuthuku zakho, uma ukuthanda
You WaKe-uP
Brought into the world by sweat and tender love care
Held in arms of blessings,I swear as I stood into tear' it seemed fair
Paranoia,the so much little unknown awakening of the mind feared by many
Feelings doubled doing definite daring deserved disaster
Yet,speaking uncontrolably unconsciously but,a bit faster…you,rather wake-up!
The curtain of doubt
The curtain of doubt that prevent my mind from exploding,
liberating the thoughts that I believe could change the attitude of most fellow Africans
The same curtain of doubt that deceived the teenage girl into aborting her first-born to be
That convinced the teenage boy, he’s nowhere near being cool without “zol”
This curtain is full of dust; I can’t breathe, my eyes cannot see, my destination is unforeseen
therefore I settle for the easiest way out
This dust of confusion brings fear of failure behind my every good aspiration
All the intentions are stuck behind the curtain, full of dust preventing sunlight from penetrating with its powerful rays bringing life to the needy pot-plant
The courage of conquering the fear brought by the curtain is lost in the darkness in absence of light bringing me hope overcoming the uncertainty that left me in Wilderness, the land ruled by king Darkness and queen Defeat
This curtain is full of dust; I can’t breathe, my eyes cannot see, my destination is unforeseen
therefore I settle for the easiest way out
If it was not meant
Down the river it goes
All the hard work
The effort she has put
Sleeplessnight
Down the river it goes
It was not planned
But it came anyway
It was not bugdeted
But it came anyway
She overcame it all
She still stands strong
She still plays it safe
She stands still anyway
Suprisingly it not her who,
dissapears
My name is Naive
"My second name is Naive, fool they call me after see-ing under
under my shell where inside I allowed a lion to sleep
Dubious… dubious when last have u seen a lion in a shell
he crushed it, cracked it, left me homeless
and still he prances, while I stand bare
Lions eat crabs! haha, what a laugh.
crabs pinch lions… I lost my clippers
his claws were larger
he snatched me and did force
force himself to sleep in my shell
now he is elsewhere, breaking, buildling… roaring prawling
preying on another
My name is Naive
My shell is gone foolish no longer… he covers me
He covers me
My maker, He covers me"
HOWS, WHENS AND WHYS OF UNCERTAINITY
As i page through my yeserdays mental pages
Matters unfold like letters from home
Some brightning like sunlight and
separated from some dark like the night sky…
ke starte kae…?
I try to scribble this down with ink
on a blank piece of sheet, all flowing out is shit
My mind screaming, people peeping,
Squaking, thinking maybe i have a couple of screws loose
…but who's this man that keeps on boomeranging in my mind,some
say he is my dad,well,i should be glad
but this is actually bad 'cause ghosts from the past he bears
He bears them naked before me, i try to cover my eyes
the site is not nice; I'm afraid the truth of the past will crowd my today
and future with doubts…
Now my mind is filled with hows and whys
and whens when i try to stipulate
and speculate, calculate…
What actually drove me to be a poet….
Why are we so scared?
Why are we so scared?
Are we scared of failure or success?
Are we scared to love, to receive love or to be loved?
Are we scared of standing because we gona fall?
Are we scared because we are powerful beyond measure?
Are we scared of doing something because we think we can’t?
Are we scared of opening our eyes because of what we will see?
Are we scared to open our arms because we will be taken advantage of?
Are we scared to open our hearts because we gona be hurt?
Are we scared to open our mouth because we will not be heard?
Are we scared to open our ears because we might not like what we hear?
Are we scared to dare the devil because we think he is powerful o he doesnt exist?
Are we scared to call on God or the whole Trinity because
We think He wont answer because He is too far or He doesn’t understand?
Are we scared of God or Satan or even both?
Are we scared of the spirit world because we are too fleshy?
Are we scared of Heaven because we are not worth it?
Are we scared to show emotions because we are worried how people will react?
Are we scared to say our minds because we are worried what people will think of us?
Are we scared to laugh because there is not enough reason to?
Are we scared to cry because tigers don’t cry?
Are we scared of love or hatred?
Are we scared of smile or sadness?
Are we scared to call ourselves sons of God because people wont approve?
Are we scared to let Jesus in our hearts because its so dirty?
Are we scared of giving Jesus our all because we don’t know what He will do?
Are we scared of letting go because we will be left empty?
Are we scared to be honest with our feelings because we will be judged?
Are we scared of showing people who we really are because they wont like us anymore?
Are we scared of happiness or joy?
Are we scared of good or evil?
Are we scared to forgive because its unfair?
Are we scared of darkness because we think we gona die?
Are we scared to live our lives because we are watched by others?
Are we scared to let loose and be free because we are going to embarrass the Gospel?
Are we scared to share our ideas because we think it wont make a difference?
Are we scared to help someone else because we cant even help ourselves?
Are we scare to get deep with ourselves because we will be disappointed?
Are we scared to let go of the past because it has made us who we are?
Are we scared to do something good for ourselves because we don’t deserve it?
Are we scared to snap to reality because we won’t be able to handle it?
Are we scared to face our fears because we think they will squash us?
Are we scared to go beyond the impossible because we think it’s impossible?
Are we scared of trying to make a difference because no one will notice?
Are we scares to be on top of the world because we think we gonna fall?
Are we scared of death because we are not sure if we will go to Heaven?
Why are scared of frogs, spiders, snakes..didn’t God say we have dominion over
All creatures on earth?
If He did, tell me why are we so scared?