La Hollywood Dream

As I gazed and behold this beauty
My view engaged in an angelic
World proclaimed as Hollywood
But she belongs in Holywood

As she approached the gates
I was the angel standing next
To the gatekeeper: Let her In!
Were my only lines of words

She is an angel reaper stripped
Me of my natural status one look
At her I was back into earth

I can look back in my past fantasies
And proudly say this be a reality
In a making above many expectations
Have I risen out of many prisons

My limit in this visage could only
Alternate in practices for my poetic
Inspiration she being a distinct being
Levels my potential in space

This poetic chapter was written
While I was seated alongside God
He drew the picture and led me to
Write the scripture of her appearance

An art of perfection laid before my
Eyes I reminisce on that one night
Of bliss for it was my turn to spit
My lyrical affirmation

Twinkle twinkle not such a small
Star I wonder if you wonder how
Fine you think you are up above
The world I are

My day light dream became a norm
As I travelled in mind to you it costs
Me sleep as I was on roam all day long

As you just smiled I am inspired
To write chapter two only on your
Permission will I vision you me and God again

Written Especially for KD AUBERT

Ideals

Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
images imbued
with hymns of history,
words on signs
with ideals of geometry.

My Mother

For many years different men have abused you,
But you forgave no matter what you went through,
For years tears have run down your face and blood down your body,
But you chose to look after everybody.

For years you’ve seen other peoples suffering whilst ignoring your own,
You deserve to be treated with respect and that should be known,
For many years battles have been fought over and for you,
Now it’s a different kind of war as they sit there talking.

For years you’ve watched as your children lost their way,
For years you stood there without a word to say,
They mutilated and tormented your body without thinking twice,
But you continue to support us with all your might.

I just want to say how much I love you,
I shall forever love and cherish you,
No matter you’ll always be my mother,
I love you no matter what MY SOUTH AFRICA

16 Lines of June

16 lines of June

Never have I tasted the bitter past

Emotions stir for the 1976 comrades on this day

Endless tributes of silence contributed for their voices

Held hostage in their own land colonization is taken to far

Trapped in the physical but the Spirit has no prison bar

Standing up for what might cause their lying down

Freedom the source of the highest expression

In Darkness you are free express your deepest secrets

What is a Black man with no expression?

Apart from hate is Gods agenda

Apartied was mans way of surrender to judgment

Who cast the first stone at Hector?

They were persecuted for the equal themselves with man

His story and Her story was to be our peace in future

One race in Spirit is the goal to One Love

Forget not yesterday sacrifice, remain today’s Peace Makers and be tomorrows Capitalist

Come my homeland

Come Africa!
Come my homeland!
I see your sunrise over the hillsides and riversides ,
i hear your cries over the mountains and oceans,
come Africa ,
come my homeland,
tell them the name of the drums you beat ,
and let them sit and listen,
tell them your dreams and take with you their minds.
Take your pen and make them sing,
write your heart and make them fear,
take their hearts and set them free ,
and make them feel your sunlight,
come Africa,
call your homeland.
Tell them of your sickness and let them sense your strength,
give them signs and seek their scientists,
stab deep down your heart and let them cry for your try,
come Africa ,come my homeland.
For your four years to come ,
tell them how you look and let them all to come,
tell them the cold is gone,
tell them the sun is close,
tell them the road is ruled and let them be saved by their rods,
tell them how botsotsi would look and let them lock their lives,
tell them their lives are bright but let them brighten them more,
come Africa,
come my homeland.

My African Country

I bestow this poem to my African land,
looking at its nature i recall its past,
at my antique almanac i reckon with joy,
then and then in my mind i can see a history.
Later on,
behind some years of his release,
wanton disputes ended,
the dazed East cried"can White and Black mix?",
in the gazzete they do meet.
Tis' now  thirteen years later,
the king now very old,
from his past,
a sight that brings a smile,
to his enemies a face that beguiles,
to the colour of humanity he's blind.
Down the riversides and the hillsides,
i hear the knocks of cries,
the nations are calling for peace,
and peace makes them home and gives them hope.
East and West were foes but ate the same Southern goose.
As the king's dance said it all.