From Lips of Assassins
From lips of assassins
the deep hateful passion
masked in a disguise
a multitude of lies.
They hide in the shadows,
tongues like daggers
my enemies' masters
my unknown assassins.
How may this simple soul rise
when hatred is in their eyes?
My blue seas fade in the mist
from a deceptive kiss.
I search for the perfect peace,
but find dissimulation
faces dark with subtility
such hidden rage.
The rose, the rose has no perfection,
but prematurely bloomed
what of the soil with its lessons?
That can save it from doom.
From lips of my assassins
my demise is captured
destruction of a mortal mind
through a thousand lies.
I feel all the secret pain
the insults and shame
tortured from the mass
no understanding I have.
No visions of external bliss
for killers, stealth with laughter
speaks from poisonous lips
from lips of assassins.
Indistructable love
Indistructable love
The first time i saw u,
was the first time i felt the icy walls around my tremble.
Enormous feelings i doubted my heart could handle.
At times i miss you,like you're missing wings to be an angel.
Around you i'm like on holy ground,and like Moses i'm about to take off my sandle.
They say this body of mine is God's temple,
but in it i've built you a castle.
I know we should take things slow,but i'm stepping on the accelarator padle,
because this relationship is going places.
I'm patiently waiting for the day we settle.
I don't want to rush into our first husband and wife battle.
I can't set back and wait for lobola negotiations;just tell me how many cattle.
"Just married" i can't wait till we have that tittle.
If there was a price for loving you,i would go home with a gold medal.
My life is said to be a complecated puzzle,
but with you,i'm guraanteed it will be all simple.
Without you i'm like fish without water.
So promise me,that who ever tries to separate us will find themselves walking bare-foot on broken glasses,
and later swimming with the sharks.
I want us to be a deadly desert that no one goes through and lives to speak of the experience,
because our love is indistructable.
My living words
my words,
If they ever take shape,what structure
will they form.
If they were on your face,what gesture
would they display.
If they were food,then the hungry will not have them to ignore
but have them to devour.
if they were beer,
then drunks will not disppear
until the last sip.
imagine words that can penatrate through a death ears,
words that can be atured by dumd mouths,
words that can be sighted by blind eyes,
words that can make sense to a brainless beings.
if my words could do such,
to me they will never mean much,
but my words.
If I were…
If I were…
If I were a stream I’d be a happy stream, the gayest most bubbly stream this
Realm ever did see.
If I were a daisy, I’d be the brightest little cutesy daisy you ever did imagine!
But hold on….
Ooooohhh!! If I was laughter I’d start off with a slight curve at the corner of my mouth followed by the twinkly blink of fluttering lashes that fan my little cheek.
Then, would come the throwing back of my head flowing with raven tresses that would shake as the effervescent sound of laughter comes bubbling through unrestrained in it’s sheer delightful charm.
Oooooh I’d be the best damn laughter to ever enter the peripheral vision of the galaxy as the earth turns and pauses to find the source of this joyful sound.
And so, I choose this, this is who I am delightful, effervescent, bubbling laughter…..yes, I think this pleases me….
Zukiswa
2008/03/12
If I were…
If I were…
If I were a stream I’d be a happy stream, the gayest most bubbly stream this
Realm ever did see.
If I were a daisy, I’d be the brightest little cutesy daisy you ever did imagine!
But hold on….
Ooooohhh!! If I was laughter I’d start off with a slight curve at the corner of my mouth followed by the twinkly blink of fluttering lashes that fan my little cheek.
Then, would come the throwing back of my head flowing with raven tresses that would shake as the effervescent sound of laughter comes bubbling through unrestrained in it’s sheer delightful charm.
Oooooh I’d be the best damn laughter to ever enter the peripheral vision of the galaxy as the earth turns and pauses to find the source of this joyful sound.
And so, I choose this, this is who I am delightful, effervescent, bubbling laughter…..yes, I think this pleases me….
Zukiswa
2008/03/12
Lifetime Dream
When you dream of a goal , to achieve in life
A mountain to climb , to you it seems
But the voice within , still insists
Give it your best , go another mile
Then burn your bridges , push on a head .
No way behind , no bridges ahead
In the minds of men, has made them achieve
Far beyond their limits,their lifetime dreams
While the voice within still insists .
Success in life , comes to those who try
To fly without wings ,and no wind around
They make a highway
Where no track existed
Suddenly it seems
To be possible to all.
Memories Of Yesterday
My life to me was your shadow
When you smiled I laughed for you
When you cried I wept for you
What I loved most
I gave all for you
What you hated most
I absorbed that for you
I wanted no sorrow to touch you
I always had to swallow
Your anger for you .
You were the faith
That moved my mountain
You were the spring
That filled my fountain.
I saw no dawn welcoming today
I saw no dusk escorting tomorrow
Each day for me I lived for you
But time has made it be
Memories of Yesterday .
My Song Your Dance
If I were water, I would keep some for you
When in draught and rivers dry
I would hide myself
Beneath the rocks and roots
I shall be there to quench your thirst.
I would always be there, If I were a smile
On your lips and dimples
That you may give joy in sorrow
When I look at your lovely face
The oasis of passion and love.
I would shed not ,If I were a tree
My leaves in dry season
That may shelter you from the sun
That your beauty may know
No rashes from the heat.
My Land My Abode
I live in Gaza
Not the land where cattle graze
And river flows
But where Israelis raze
Our land in shells
But where Israelis flood
Our land in blood
I now know how to count
Like other boys of my age
But not with fingers and nails
But bodies of the dead
Of friends and relatives
Have taught me arithmetic
Who have died in the pool
Not the swimming pool of your maisonette
But in the pool of blood
Of those who we have lost.
My grandfather had fought
And died in the front
My father had followed
And perished in the blast
And my brother has been
A martyr in the struggle
Just like the many
Who have been in the front
And now it’s my turn
To go to the front
Not because I do not want
To be in school
I have to defend
Our land in blood
That which shall be
Tomorrow my abode
Love Sunday
Come and lay with me on Love Sunday
In my world of wordless whispers
Come close your eyes with me and be submerged in love
Filling each speck of your being with the placidness of sensuality
In beautiful harmony with the patter of Sunday rain
Make melodic love to me
Our spirits somehow bolder, though gently commanding of each other
The scent of our skin more potent , more alive to the senses than ever before
Let Love Sunday nibble away at the You of your days
Leaving behind only you that feels, that hungers, that indulges
In the sweet pleasures of untainted love
Emptied out and trembling at the desire of being sated with pleasure
Be transformed by the subtle rays of Sunday sun that beam through
The musical sound of the breeze
Blowing onto our flesh as we lay in content silence
Fixated on your brown eyes, your fingers gripped expectantly in mine
Breathe in the romance of Love Sunday
The stolen moment in time untouched by yesterday
Unconcerned by the consequence of tomorrow
Now … hold your breath and carve it in your soul.
Come and lay with me on Love Sunday
And with your wordless whispers
Move my soul with your undisguised innocence
With my mood of Love Sunday in communion with yours