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on wings

its like i found him
was he always there
like a shadow
without a stare

its magic
whenthe blinkers remove
why not sooner
hes in the groove

flying high to see it all
but low enough incase a fall
life so precious
having a ball

dont want to die
ever
love this space
god leave me never

thank full for all of this
and breath
may it last for ever
life without death

Praises Sent To The Sky

Jesus, He loves me more than He should;

He looks past all the bad things that I do;

As I look upon His face;

All I can see is mercy accompanied by grace;

 

A love that never seems to fade;

That washes all my guilt away;

Goodness that surpass all understanding;

And relentless faithfulness everlasting;

 

He has never failed me once;

Even when I fail Him, He always welcomes me back like the prodical son;

He blesses me as though it’s a must;

He has made me fall in love with Him because of all His unconditional love;

 

Even before I know that I’m in trouble, He sends help from up above;

There’s something about His name;

Like the sweet fragrance after the rain;

So I send praises on high;

 

Just to see Him smile;

Because before I ever called Him Father, He called me child.

Miss Ebony Eyes

Ebony eyes I can’t lie about this;

Every year this time you’re the first wish on my christmas wish list;

Miss Simplyxclusiv, you’re still the one I seem to miss;

I try play it off but it’s kind of obvious;

 

I bet you didn’t know I still feel for you Miss ebony eyes;

How could you if my hearts wearing a constant disguise;

Two souls that were once one are now just a memory lost in time;

I would have told you how I feel inside;

 

But you burned my soul and now I’m halted by pride;

Now I ain’t saying we should love again;

I’m just saying I miss my best friend;

I just miss spoiling you from time to time;

 

To see that gorgeous smile and give you peace from your past for a little while;

See it was never about me even since that first time;

But in the same breath I couldn’t stop my heart for falling for your ebony eyes;

I’ve been hurt that way before so here is the truth;

 

Real recognises real and I saw that scarred look when I first layed eyes on you;

Maybe now that I’m taking time to explain you’ll understand what I mean;

Why when you treated me cold I still elevated you like a queen;

Loving you was about healing your heart and not about me;

 

Sex was never my first priority;

I was trying to fill the void that was left by him;

Things you didn’t see;

But that’s the truth Miss Simplyxclusiv;

I know I didn’t lay it down like them other dudes you rolled with before me;

My aim was to give you the kind of love your heart was needing but had never seen;

I tried to treat you like a queen;

But it backfired and bruised me within;

 

Miss ebony eyes, Miss Simplyxclusiv;

Hope you think back and smile when you read this;

Cause when I’m out and I get high;

That’s when I really miss those ebony eyes

Fallen Stars

When one legend dies;
Another star is on the rise;
Cause true legends never die;
They only multiply;

Madiba and 2pac were fallen stars;
And I’m a morning star on the rise;
I’m not claiming to be them, no, they were living Kings;
I’m only claiming to be me;

A mortal man with a possibility;
I’m here to change the world’s twisted views and flip the game with epic verses;
With poetry never heard;
Real poets are born and don’t need to try;

I write poems in 10 minutes without effort, it’s just a part of my everyday life;
Like breathing and blinking my eyes;
I don’t do this for money or fame, but to impact the world before my demise;
I speak the truth with every line;

If you like it or not I’m only fooling myself if I lie;
If I live to impress people how will I explain this to God when I die;
And I meet Him in Heaven’s frontline?;
I’m only using the gift He game gave me before I was even alive;

And exited my mother’s womb with tears in my eyes;
You can’t buy respect, it’s earned;
You can’t study wisdom, with struggles it’s learnt;
I had bridges, but it’s my choices they up in smoke and burnt;

I lost too many years focused on the past;
Chasing loving cause I never got enough love from my dad;
Hoping if I chase it, love would last;
But it didn’t matter, that shit ended way too fast;

I’m not a legend yet, but at least I’m trying to change this shit;
The world’s ways, I’m sick of it;
So all I can say before I die is I tried;
Cause when you see one star fall out the sky, just keep in mind another one is on the rise

Billy Goat

Billy goat told them how Salem was lost,
sailing through tumors and murmured moans in the frost
cost an imp wishes, how they envisioned the image of God,
Twitching in repetition as Lepers just arched into rock,
Barged into hoofed quarters and continued to order the flock,
clocks ticking so why we sticking round on this block?
ground mimics tin heights, tonight’s the winters crop,
Can’t he limit how Billy fills the dark,
with phantom angst as his pride hangs dancing in fog.
Grab the grey book pageant and imagine the cost..
lost the tapes they say saw me snatching the tags from this cross,
bragging how they bagged Satan, but why don’t they state how I made life rise from the moss,
screaming “pops its alright, I taught Cyclops how to write with one eye and walk with two left feet” left crying if you believe that love’s blind.
Try dying twice awake, sheesh when I sleep I’m alive,
with ruby red cheeks weeping the thief has arrived,
silently cloaked and violently floats through design
told them of Pieces and Christs rise to divine,
How the tiger turns to lion and
Venus’s streaming pleats took a seat beside mine.
Decide who’s to rectify the eccentric owls cry,
repent for the pessimistic who sanctify angered vibes,
mystic crafts garnered, armed the divide
but I….
I held the precious child speaking tongues between smiles,
leaping from this trees brow ailed by a fraille outline,
how they made it look easy,
believe me I’ve tried,
to sketch on fleshes surface and give purpose to mine.
Written in cursive with hands tied finger tips gripping the sunrise
tied to Poseidons sinking wit and split from the wise.
It ripped through summer gales, trailing the vines,
displayed in Mercury’ fiery pulse and fell to the side…
but I…
I’ve seen the night rise in my prism of light,
been imprisoned by doves wings under the timid stars eyes.
Will it devour my soul?, or will it teach me to prize?
Reach me liberty, Shit, we owe it to life.
Can the shuttle bring peace while we’re huddled in ice,
but will it devour my soul? its so cold we might just give it a try.
Why’s the weather changing? Let’s arrange to play blind,
and cage your heart in the lake made from an angels final cry.

© Myles Dacus 2013

Are the olden African ways really just modern ways?

It is often argued that culture plays an important role in defining who and what we are, and so many still resort to the old ways of their ancestors, but are the ways we resort to really the ways of our first ancestors? If not, then why do we need to stick to these way?

 

While it is important to not forget the past and not forget where we come from, it should also be remembered that today, even the most traditional and deep rooted Africans, may not know where exactly they come from. From a historians point of view, there is no concrete evidence of the customs of the cultures of old which still play a role in today’s African society. All that is known and all that is done is based on one of the most unreliable sources there is: word of mouth.

 

Most of that which we know about the various cultures in South Africa is what has been passed down from generation to generation verbally. The knowledge of that which is supposedly the old ways is basically the echo of someone who comes from a previous and older generation, and that is the way it has been for over two hundred years. Who is to say that over the years, cultural knowledge hasn’t changed and being altered to suit the generation currently holding the knowledge. One way to display the unreliability of  verbal accounts is through a game of broken telephone. The message uttered at the beginning of the game is seldom the exact same as what is spoken at the end of the game. The conclusion we get from the example of the broken telephone, is that there is a chance that as modern Africans, what we call our old and cultural ways may not necessarily be our old and cultural ways, but rather a more modernised version, or possibly even the complete opposite.

 

Once again referring to the game of broken telephone, the conclusion we can arrive at is that basically, as modern Africans, we live our lives according to the final message spoken, which has changed and differs from the original, but for some reason, we as people blind ourselves and are convinced that it is the original.

 

A newer generation always seems to have different ideas from that of the previous. Let us just pretend that the verbal history and stories, cultural rites and beliefs passed down are accurate, the fact is no two generations are the same. A younger one will have new ideas and probably a “less closed-minded” ideology, certain cultural beliefs would contradict that of certain members of the generation, and thus they would probably not be passed down, so is this part of that cultures history not dead if less and less people pass it down.

 

Culture is an ever changing thing, yet many refuse to see that. From a personal point of view, there are a number of things I as an individual will not be passing down to my kids, simply because I don’t believe them. Would it not be hypocritical to want future generations to know and believe something that I am against.

 

Can it not be said that perhaps, our culture and where we come from is forgotten. This does not necessarily mean that our culture is dead however. Culture is something that we create and live out. Whether it be a system of morals and beliefs, we as a generation need to open our minds. The fact is, there is no point in resorting to the old to appease ancestors or to stay true to your culture, because we don’t know the old ways.

My empty promises

Ever since we meet,
I never said a word to you,
Did you called me a lier?
Oh well, I lied,
I admit I did?

Keep on telling you things that don’t even exist.
This is my last word of hope to you.
I will never failed you,
Nor even in my dreams.
I will never fool you!

My empty promises,
That made you realized how selfish I am.
Did you called me a foolish guy?
Oh yes I am.

I am the foolish guy
The one that made you left your belief,
The one that never care much about you future.
I lied, I betrayed you!

Stranger

From a distance I gaze upon your beauty as you appear from within the evening mist and lightly brush against my soul, breathing sweetness on my spirit with the breath of angels love; – a stranger who would linger in the passage of my mind and there upon my barren soil, pour water on the seed of long forgotten love…

Leonard Kotze.

Awake from the dream

When the dream becomes untouchable, and the vision fades away, – it is in reality that I awake and find your presence in my life to be greater than anything I have ever imagined in the slumber of my darkest night..

Leonard Kotze.

Nelson Mandela

NELSON MANDELA
1918 – 2013
R.I.P.

From the bare footed cradle, your youth spent in pain, you grew from the shame imposed by oppressors and rose to reign.

Devoting your life to the country you loved, you suffered affliction directing us above our failures and fear.

The children of poverty, the sick and the lame became your flock when you had finished the game.

Now a nation mourns… – forever your eyes have finally closed, – father of a nation, maker of peace; your time had come for eternal rest.

Leonard Kotze.

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