Archives for January 2014

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You were that gold I missed in that slipstream;

You are that breeze I felt but missed the wind;

You are that incomplete puzzle because of 1 missing piece;

You are that storm that’s missing a strong wind;

 

My life without you is like a face without a name;

Like a performance with a stage;

Like a path that’s lost it’s way;

Like a book with a missing page;

 

Life without you is like a Durban july without the race;

Like a debate team with nothing to say;

Like a dock without a bay;

Like a morning without a day;

 

Life without you is like a coin with one side;

Like a song without a line;

Like a superstar without a mic;

Life without you is like sun without the shine;

 

Like clouds without rain;

Like a past without yesterday;

Like regret without the pain;

Like hell without the flame;

 

Life without you my girl is like going to jail without doing the crime;

Like a romantic dinner without wine;

Like angels without wings;

Like gambling and never winning a thing;

 

Like overcoming a level but never being able to win;

Like entering Heaven filled with sin;

 

Can’t Forget You

Got you on my mind;
Thought that it would fade but it’s like all the time;
Do I ever cross your mind?;
Like you do mine?;

I miss you more than just a little bit;
Just like a drug, I’m happy when I take it;
But when the high fades I beg to quit;
Yet 2 days later I’m back on that same shit;

I wish at times that we never met;
But like 2 sides of the same coin, without you I could never achieve my intended purpose;
Because of you I became the best;
I’m in a catch 22;

My heart and mind are in a constant war because of you;
Like a never ending conflict between the Muslims and Jews;
See no matter how I try girl, I just can’t seem to forget you….

Love Of My Life

If I could go back in time, I wouldn’t think twice;

To go back to before the first tear I ever made you cry;

Or to before our very first fight;

Back to before I ever left you alone for even one night;

 

Back to before I treated you cold and unkind;

And back to before I was unfaithful when you weren’t by my side;

Back to before I told you that very first lie;

If I could go back in time girl, I wouldn’t think twice;

 

So I could make things right;

And bring back the love of my life

 

THE LEAF

Weep not for me
My fall from the tree is not a phthisis
But an arcane concatenate series of nature
In which my life is ceaseless

Upon reaching the ground I do not become fallow
,But soon enhance its fecundity by turning into humus
The ground inturn feeds my life that is contained in a tree
And soon will shoot ,sprout and spread into sparkling fresh verve
So beautifully free
My fall is not a crisis

Negative minds consider my fall as doom
As my very destruction and disastrous finis
For their hearts are empty of wisdom and barren of hope
When a bad situation befalls you
Never abjure
But arise and shine again
Channel that negative energy into positive results
Keep your flame of hope aglow
With your heart so fat and full of faith

For when I gently float to the ground mine life is only beginning
Therefore,I know not defeat
Am always successful
Let your tears of doom be gushes of bliss
Because I am the indomitable Adamas

Madiba’s’ Voters

Madiba’s’ voters live in a revolution said to be like a standardised selling price but all half televised.
Where begging rises after the baking of bread for bribes.
Where leading heads were left for flies.

Now Madiba’s Voters will you memorise –
How Sharpville and now Marikana were barely kept alive.
After the Capt arrived to quickly act in 5.
Shooting to kill like they still yearn for Hector’s life.

Madiba’s Voters
Who owns the backstabber’s knife, track records rights,
land-grabbing sites, grand, lavish lives and 10/11 wives?
Yet mass freedom hasn’t had a slice.

Madiba’s Voters
Truth be told that on an eluding road we were brewed and sold like our crude and gold.
And in a human tone I turn my food to stone.
Like what Madiba’s Voters threw and thrown.

Madiba’s Voters
Felt more outer within like something out of their skin was about to begin.
Their ’94 heard the sounds of the win, the shout o’ power was louder and even louder the skin.
The townships crowded..”The townships are crowded and shouting again!!”.
Their X marks Madiba and they’d be proud to defend.
“The Great Lion of the Struggle right down to the end”

Zillions of Madiba’s Voters hail the name.
Madiba’s Voters in various tongues from the greater plain.
From Qunu’s Thembu reign to the Peru Lane & even if you travel Spain in heavy rain
Or you are in a gravy train.

In a sick nation Madiba’s Voters synchronise with his ailing days
Carrying hope but no place to stay.
Indeed the faithful saints face a great delay.
But still the state of the State today won’t take away….Their Madiba’s’ vote.

Who Knew

Who knew that time without you would make me realise;

How much I loved you and how my eyes were so blind;

Who knew that I’d cherish even the worst of our memories?

How I miss you so my baby girl I wish you knew;

 

Who knew your face would be the first one I’d seek in any crowd;

Who knew our song would still have the sweetest of sound;

Who knew that after you I’d still be alone?

Who knew that the next miss call I see, I’d beg God it was you who called;

 

Who knew I’d miss all those sms’s you sent that I always ignored;

Who knew I’d want to read them all now just once more;

Who knew all those times I spent without you and spent it with friends instead;

Would haunt me now at night every time I go to bed;

 

Who knew today I’d miss all those times you begged to see me;

When I told you to stop acting immature and silly;

Who knew I’d wish to could get just one more call;

Who knew you I’d never rise from our fall;

 

Who knew you’d be my one and only regret;

Who knew you’d be the only girl I’d never be able to forget;

Who knew I’d realise in time that you were truly heaven sent;

Who knew I’d be wishing to go back to that first day we met;

 

Who knew you’d marry another man;

Who knew, I thought you were my wife to be, guess I missed out on God’s master plan;

Who knew I sit alone and I replay;

All the nights alone and the good love we made;

 

Who knew you’d be my perfect match;

Who knew I’d miss out on my biggest catch;

Who knew I’d take for granted the one that was made just for me;

Who knew in the end I’d be the one who was immature and silly;

Who knew since I lost you I’d never be the same;

 

Who knew I had gold in my had but couldn’t see;

Who knew, that one day the only one who wouldn’t know would be me

What is…?

What is blood without the veins?
Mud without the rains,
A sore without the pains,
God without the praise?
 
 What is to walk without the trails,
To talk without the sayings,
A road without a way…
A home without a stay?
  
What is bought without the sales?
A goal without a game,
A no without a nay,
The Lord without the prayers?
 
 What is fraud without the Mayors?
Or corn without the maize,
A scroll without a page,
A wall without the gate?
 
What is a fall without being great?
Being born without the age,
A foe without the hate,
A floor without the stage?
 
 What is a roar without a rage?
A lock without the chains,
A shark without the whales,
A heart without the brains?
 
 What is a star without the space?
Like playing cards without the Ace,
A call without the fate,
A law without the State?
 
 What rots without the waste?
A court without a case,
A run without a race,
A run without a chase,

What is…?

Heart Dance

My heart dances to free-
The world behind lenses.
Where the rhythm goes-
Through hidden doors
To find answers.
As the feeling grows-
Beneath the clothes
The vibe enters.
So don’t bruise and brake,
Just move and shake
Your five senses.
And for all human’s’ sake-
Shall it awake
Devine senses.
With shadows bright-
As candle-light
For blind lenses.
With endless height-
To anxious sight
My heart dances.

Siphokazi – The greatest gift

It is never a certain moment..but in every eye blink.
That I sink with you like paper likes ink.
Deep inside these moving memories I sink.
The nervous I forever minds what our minds think.
Trully, when our narative eyes speak..
It takes I to high trips…
Where the vibe is so hot inside skins..
as an inferno’s light beams.
You and I trapped inside cells as tight genes.
Where we flow on pumping water as floating on white streams.
When we meet, touch…the sight speaks.
It’s like scenes extracted from my night dreams.
 
The more fire hotter…the more I stutter..
..struggling to align speech.
As I try each…word to word..with a quiet pitch.
Nervous and shyish..
That infront of you I wish to hide lips….
The melodic silence is like strings of violins.
Dear Queen..you are a diamond..
…grounded, down to earth yet smart and brightened…
…red-hot and shining.
You are a hero’s heroine..
…driving and riding on what’s inside him.
You are a blessing disguising…
..as this temperature-rising..
..Empress of Zion.
So can I take a trip..
..to the place where they keep..
The Greatest Gift?
  

Solve for X-ams

A vital thought of this lesson is not just to study to pass –
Like history cause in life there is no copying in class
Or pages noted with answers roaming under r the desks
But what you give in and out, out of a test,
Young ones give it your full honour and practice.
What could be flipping and tossing and causing the stress-
When we are emphasising the due cause of exams.
Try and apply the mathematics for solving the mass
Or heavy weighs of any grades when pages wonder and ask.
Please relax stop you mind from pondering fast,
Let your mind flow free like pure water in glass.
Don’t get trapped in geometrical corners in Maths
Solve for X and there should be no problem in that,
So you should draw a table of time and follow it best .
Scholars in or not in collars you should study early,
Time is crucial and crucial is what is worthy.
Recap with teachers to clear each of what is blurry,
Also practice past papers in patterns to go determined.
Exams are what you’d worked out term out and term in –
Examples are the lectures presented for your observing –
Put that into revision through adequate ordered learning
Be numb to all disturbing…
A peaceful meditation focuses the mind from turning.
And be certain that what you’re giving you should be happy deserving
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