I NEED MY PRIVACY

The satel-EYE-t in the sky keeps zooming in
RICA, are you listening?
I've got nothing to hide
Coz I know my most valuables possessions are kept inside

Truly Redeemed Africa

"Redemption is the word of Salvation
Salvation that cometh from meditation
It gives us the new revelation
That open doors for the Nation

We gather together as Champions
To overrule the Law of confusion
That binds us to destruction
And separate us from Unionism

We hold the power to ressurection
That awakens us from defeat
For we define our history
We take part in our victory
With our heritage not as a story
But a revelation to the country
We embrace as our Legacy

Women has risen above expectations
Political parties has embarked on solutions
To free us not only from earthly conditions
But to make room for our opinions
To become part of the freedom dominion

Children are the light to our deliverance
That bringeth the joy to the governance
That will indeed salute repentance
Repentance of the nation to the Creator
To help us create the promise land of our Fore-Fathers
To bring Peace and Let it Reign into all corners of Truly Redeemed
Africa"

help me

this is seriously not a poem… all i wanna no is how do i read the comments on my poems,… i have a few but its not in english and i would really like to no how i can read it

Art is love and love is autonomy

16 OCT 2009
ART IS LOVE AND LOVE IS AUTONOMY

Art is love and love is autonomy
Without a dependency on a school of thought
You wouldn’t understand
The sum of all this art you possess,
Its part, its compositions, elements,
The genesis, the climax till the peak of its revelation
This path we walk is anonymous
In this existence and after perpetually
Still you wouldn’t understand
The word strange like the wind spirit
Blowing past commanding all direction
The more love and attention you spend
The more pledge of oneself sent
Blood, tears and sweat blowing this horn
Into its lungs and raise it to its feet
Your food is for those who wish to feed
Upon a poet’s creed
Bridging the gap between
Those blacks and kaffirs who dread to read
You wouldn’t understand
It’s not for you to understand,
When human understanding falls short to understand human nature
Like a brother lacking accountability somehow becomes a liability
A broken correlation reflects mental transformation
Our lives are dependent, devised systematically
Pure for what his rib and he are
Light bulb and socket
Fate manifest them fit
You wouldn’t understand why you underachieve
And those closest would undermine time
The definition of what shall transcend
Like seasons, Ecclesiastes 3 there is a time for everything
They wouldn’t understand
The transition of a weapon being a tool
Your fortitude refined, polished, like
Butterflies and worms contradict each other’s reflections
Yet there is a line between the two,
There is a gap where you die and those living walking the path
While you stand, waiting for life to pay what’s due to you
Still they wouldn’t understand
The grade of your failure and the sum of its nature
Upon which foundation this self expression stands
Reflecting no other
Your art is love, and love is autonomy
Without a dependency on a school of thought
Let those who try to define
Decline to categorize what soul bliss is under these blue skies
Still they wouldn’t understand
The abstractness of your depth and style
Fitting into this graded society
Being one of those analysed, classified, boxed, shelf packed
As being too uncommon, like
A black coconut,
One eyed identified  
And the other eye blind amplified
Like white people’s 1st time
Clinging bum to bum
Illustrating the love of doves
And the sum of it lust
The attraction of the moth to this light
Somehow dies for some
Just a leg, a phase in this venture we call life
This fuel in life is God given
Nature driven, fortified and set
And you wouldn’t understand
The sum of all this art you posses
And you being a child of life’s circumstances
And not of mainstreams that conceive common change
The podiums are full of freedom
Kingdoms only a poet knows
In between his own of desire and strive
Yet the spoken word is a Sheppard
Only a poet sows
And feeling is what he reaps
Art is love and love is autonomy
You wouldn’t understand
Yes you wouldn’t understand
When love is on the house, complimentary
Simplified, applied given like an untimely gift
The symbol of what we are
Is truth filtered, opinions of “maybe if I became” sieved
Common factors, denominators, terminated
When love becomes the perpetrator
The darkness we know
Becomes the light we never knew
You wouldn’t understand
Yes you wouldn’t understand

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.

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.

I am a Baitsi

I am a Baitsi,
a blind man with a vision.
I was born with no limps but
my sons are walking on my footsteps.

I am harmless,
but you say i'm helpless.
i was brought into this cruel world armless,
but i can reach out and give the warmest hugs you will ever find.

I can see your troubled face,yet i'm blind.
i can hear you crying for help,yet i'm deth.
And i answered your cry in a very loud voice,
and even talked your troubles out of their mission,yet i'm dumb.

Take this name away from me,
and make me a friendly man without freinds,
a noble man without honour,
a king without a kingdom,
a man without identity,
a poet without poetry,
a man with nothing.

Promise

In the heart of Africa, tired eyes scout the horizon,
In search of hope and anticipating its arrival.
Warriors of the elite lay still in their lair,
Fathers, brothers and sons making the ultimate sacrifice.
Some now scarred for life, others left behind.
Foe advancing, ready to unleash vengeance,
Danger, just a breath away in a land unknown.
Hope fades with the settling African sun.
Eternity passing at its own leisure.
Some quick to steal a moment of home,
Others tighten their grips on their tool of trade.
A silence… deafening to souls who await their fate.
A shuffle, a smile, as thundering rotating wings takes approach,
Oryx….. You’ve kept your promise.

Africa

Africa my land
Africa my nation
You are the one i love
You are the one i need

Africa you are my father,my mother,my brother and my sister
Africa you are my family

In you i put my hope,my soul and my heart
because you have passion for your children of Africa

Africa i am proud to call you Mama Africa
because you have love for your children of Africa

Africa you are my home and  i am proud to be home Africa.

In a World

In a World full of minds
In a World!
It gravels inside me, it moans
It yells – but it is a World full of great minds

In a World full of great minds
I still see people in poverty
I still see people going to war
I still see people dying of AIDS
I still see people unemployed
I still see people oppressed
Aaah- In a World

I stand to honour those that have
Remarkably put their great minds to use
In a World
To those still awaiting for the start button to go green
It is time now!
In a World