Blessings
I hear the word in hymns
The word spoken with emotions
It is associated with happiness
Because it carries joy with it
I was told it comes in different forms,
One has their own unique form,
As the creator created us in his form
We all shall know and embrace our unique forms
Patience we are bound to possess,
As only we can suppress the desire of short cuts,
And learn to receive at the right time,
No man knows the right time,
Don’t try to act like it’s a lame man’s time
It is the higher power’s time,
For his time it’s not our time
You cannot track Blessings,
As they do not announce their visit,
You cannot cram their knock,
As they do not tick like a clock
But always have a space,
Where they can find comfort and release their sweet scent
When their scent fills the space
It takes out the bad odour
Suddenly you are easily approachable
That’s why they say when you have them,
You attract good things
The moving art
Title: The moving art
Inspired by: Music
From church choirs, competitions, live performances and recordings.
Plain beats, healing voices, pianos and karaoke’s,
The power of this art will let loose of your pasture keys.
From Tina Tarner, Celine Dion, right up to Alicia Keys.
It was designed to entertain and uplift, Never to stress and confuse
Nod, step, shake or jump, it’s up to you, you can choose.
This is sensory stimulating power you can hardly refuse.
Whether Soul, Funk or Rock, just put on your dancing shoes.
Start moonwalking in memory of the late Michael Jackson.
Put your fingers in the air as we salute Elvis Presley.
Dance with our Fathers as we respect Luther Vandross.
Jive to that melody in memory of Miriam Makeba.
Just to give you some taste of this special art,
From generation to generation the list is endless.
Since the 60’s, 70’s, right up to the 80’s.
As the current generation we still holding the light.
As Marshal Mothers stands small within Hip-Hop fusing black and white.
Now the whole S.A nation is dancing to Kwaito through Mandoza
Don’t get lost…Stay with me.
It’s just the beautiful MUSIC!!!
LOVE
LOVE
There is a lot of talk about love
We use the word in different ways
But, what is love?
There is no power greater than love
Psychologist says; 'the most basic human need is to be loved'
Love can motivate people to do things,
For people that they wouldn't normally do
Love can cause young people to do foolish things at times
Love gives meaning to people,
Who would otherwise have no purpose in life
But If love is such a beautiful thing
Why is there so little love in the world?
Why is there so much hate than love?
True love is more than sentimental nor gushy feelings
It is the choice that each of us makes
The greatest demonstration of love is, To give our life to God
forgiving isfreadom
Forgiving is freedom
oh.. How i long to forgive again,
this forgivness that releases me from pain,
oh.. how i long to forgive again,
to forgive in God's almighty name…
It means everything to forgive,
oh, the power to live,
it means everything to forgive,
oh, my Lord ..i want to live…
oh.. How i long to forgive again,
to be released from suffering pain,
oh, how i long to forgive again,
through God's almighty name…
shane
xxx
2008/26/06
She is
She is the color of sound,
That evolves with time, Taming my darkest cloud,
She is the art of rhythm,
That soothes wisdom, embracing inspiring poems,
Cleans her songs and tell it’s agonies,
Of Lucifer’s envies
And the language gods speak.
When she is spiritual,
Indeed her power is lyrical
She bares no miracle, no dimensional mental mineral,
Will not snatch your heart like a pentagram wearing criminal,
She is simply truth that dries tears in funerals,
A harmony of birds and the humble soul of wildest animals,
She is the timeless gospel giving life to the rivers of eden,
Her downfall is lust,
Self praise and deceiving lies,
The gluttony of diamonds becoming a must,
Her sins un-judged, bound by the earth she trusts,
her cries muted by ungifted tongues,
for it’s no longer about her art,
just an empty train lost in the middle of a broken heart,
Her future is holy, a great glory in an epic story,
Born under the beds of Babylon towers,
Where Jezebel spilled wine from a golden chalice,
She ascends from the voice of an emperor’s daughter
Her rhythm is that of the angel of sunset
her voice heard as far as east of Tigris
Where mocking birds will be last seen,
she will rise, till we realize,
that she is the reason Solomon was wise
to eventually sing the song of songs
in the kingdom of the king of kings
and become the purpose of her own creation
She is
Music….
Forgotten Hero
In the struggle we have fought,
For our country by white man we were caught,
As slaves by white man we were bought.
Life has stride, for we are left behind
Leaders have lost the African Pride
Now to whites they remain to be kind
Outsiders we remain to be in our land,
Today I have no job, but never mind,
Today I stay in a house so small, a prison cell,
If I was part of the struggle no one can tell,
To remember us as we fought in the struggle leaders do not.
Never mind I reveal the present and past,
The real leader they killed in this game is Steve.
Black power never died, born with color.
Rebels to day remain to be lame,
Now I raise my fist it's not the same,
I fight today for my people again,
I swim in pain as if it's nothing,
All young ones today are happy,
Not knowing the life they live has no truth,
I will sleep and they will remain fighting.
Our leaders now sleep as if they are bitten.
Revenge!
It takes over you with a passionate power
Building up inside until you become distant and sour
It possesses your thoughts, every second of everyday
You will do what you want and dont care what they say
They did it to you and now you'll get back
A rage fills you up and you need to attack
They deserve to suffer and pay for what they've done
You've planned everything else, all you need now is the gun
A few seconds of doubt make you sad and afraid
But you're overpowered and the feelings soon fade
It must be done now, the time is just right
Your heart starts racing, you're ready to fight!
The angry thoughts in your mind are finally freed
As you savagely carry out the unthinkable deed
Suddenly a coldness creeps inside of you
This is not right! What did you just do?!
Light
Shadows cast a beautiful glimpse of sub reality
Intangible, the object sway now and then
Playful mistress taunting the earth with glorious delight
Power, awe is what you manifest when you break…
Through the space, time and ages that was is and will come
Light was here for all …for the sun shone
Playful nuances ,shadows bringer of life for all to see
Save the
day for you set
the spirits of all
free….
Power of Art
1. Canvass pure and simple with no lines or shape;
2. Emanate the power of glory with no desire to exhume or consummate
3. Constructs of 21 lines to befall upon a place in spaces so wide,
4. Narrow is the strokes carved on the body of refuge to regulate
5. Deep in thought the creator mused at the unforeseen
6. Reminiscent, for it was just an unending dream
7. Dreams of an endless nuance that made the mind euphoric with fury fever
8. Never dull, for the creator was a simple dreamer.
9. Decide not, for spontaneity was all it took to create:
10. Flowers, places, weird skies -were the muse for it brought forth this life for the mind to consummate
11. Never naked will you be for he knows of your desire to be seen by all –contradiction: contradicted…contradiction…
12. being painted with all the colours of the picture books of the sun-
13. accompanied skies of people being present at the purple skies
14. a statement of being ; a being with a child’s desires
15. desired to be the one who was
16. freed from a grave of shallow emptiness from a canvassed portrait who freed…
17. flowers in bloom ,days gloom disappears in the darkness where there used to be fear
18. pain in the air, seen everywhere, the faceless expression was always there to hear-heard
19. not the times of the days when beautiful colours were one with the canvass
20. peaceful rest, on a pedestal for all to see
21. the place of refuge …the power of art and creation resided in all of we…
Our Ancestors
Our ancestors sticks out when we chaotic to our unconsciousness
They bring us from darkness to light when our egos get ruffled
Our ambivalences is that we were the one to structure our domesticity
At times it my lead to war if we fill our authority is not acknowledged
But their worth of value is towards our better change of life strategy
If we flow with their chain
It would be a good structure
Inventing a spiritual form of life
They encode the new meaning of life that forms the power of humanity
I wish their death trips the worldly heroism of war
Their window contributes a lot
One thing we should cherish them for;
It is our memorial services where we gather to bring history alive
Without any dialogue to root-out the truth cause we already know
For sure that our congregation embraces the truth strategy
When we fell down as one of our emotional investment
We call upon them with an exclamation of nostalgia
Shaking like the intoned cellulites because we know our guilt
Ignorance we raged we can no more hide its wrinkled consequence
Guilty conscience fills us as we manage to iron our trouble
We know that our fore-fathers were torn
With no privilege to fix their faults
They use us for reparation
We know that they take-off their shoes from us
It is not to dehumanise but to purify with starch