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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
 

Bitter Treat

Behind her eyelids she hears voices fighting each other
Without a pause in her silence.
Her silence shares noises of lightning and thunder
Without her causing the violence.
The violence had spread poisons biting her under-
Her brown and sore skin divided.
Divided by bad choices; ‘Why did my father-
Rip out and force me for my things’.
Now there are no chords for her violin,
No doors for her hiding
Nor the law is abiding.

In the core of his thieving self and unsober mind,
Lies demons wicked in unheard degrees.
Degrees always giving wealth to a dark road of crime
Unlike seasons that withered without burning trees.
His trees form an unbreathing realm where the sun is overnight.
With visions injured, he doubts their certainties.
His certainties know no children’s health but loafers’ fun.
She wishes women wizards could come and serve him tea.
And that death occurs in he
Or her death is bursting free
From this man-made adversity.

After mother died, it was father’s pride.
When others pry with wonders, whys –
A lonely widower is underlined.
His dignity is now one defined as castle light.
A frustrated tool with hating moods –
With statements due from men in hoods
And instead of cool he passes through –
To the gal in you to test his fuel.

She’s barely grown with belly blown.
She carries loads, him and his bone.
She has no friends, he cares so less.
She can’t confess, he gets so mad.
She’s dripping red, his sleeping bed.
She isn’t fed; he’s sipping ‘bread’.
She whips it out, he screams he shouts.
She’s feeling ouch, he’s filled with fouls.

Her unborn dies, his son from lies.
Her gun drawn eyes , his non-stop sign.
He drinks his actions, she seeks protection.
He breathes aggression, she breathes but lessened.
He kicks, he bashes, she licks the patches.
He beats, he lashes, she’s weak, and she’s ashes.
His daughter’s eyes are slowly dying.
He orders her life but no reply.
He calls her twice but she’s cold as ice.

Their borderline is crossed with lying,
But their world and mine are both combined.

If I was a thought

If I was a thought I would choose to sail –
On the shallow seas of young minds that loose and fail,
Confined by confinement; in a prisoner’s shoes in jail.
Minds accused to ail as patients of eternal sickness in abuse’s tale.
 
If I was a thought I would choose to be planted –
Root-deep and fertilized in the mentally – bruised and demented
And refuse to leave centred the power of a foreign enemy
Exchanging blows with false reality close to falling sanity
 
If I was a thought I would build sacred temples –
Within souls where hatred settles as the devil’s naked samples.
In your grey thinking matter I’d give rise to vagrant rebels.
 
If I was a thought in blindness’ mind I’d cry for support
To rearrange the purpose of chaos in the life that we have got.
 
If I was a thought I’d fill holes in empty places –
Where colds roam through broken windows to kill souls of angry faces.
 
If I was a thought I’d be no accidental idea-
Built on luck and co incidence, harassed and strangled by fear
But a self- mental pioneer;
A thought of revolution’s emotions in motion to settle right here.
(Pointing to the head)
 

Always Be The Same

Reflecting on mistakes I’ve made in my mind;

Looking out my window asking God if I could rewind time;

So I could relive my childhood days before they faded away;

And enjoy the time I took for granted in my younger days;

 

Before stress was a part of my every day;

And before death was a wish sent on a prayer addressed to Heavens gates;

If I knew life would be this hard;

I’d have thought twice before making mistakes;

 

I got all I want but nothing that I need;

I am a man who was destined to fail but managed to succeed;

I have experienced the luxuries most beg to have;

And lived the life most wish they had;

 

But money and fame don’t fulfil a heart’s empty space;

Love damaged me and now I’m a man full of doubt come what may;

Begging the Lord for change, on my knees at night as I pray;

Tears stains burnt into my face;

 

My mother looks at me in hopes that I’d change;

But it’s clear I’ll always be the same

 

Trade It All

Lately I have death on my mind;

Wondering if the next name God will call is mine;

If so I’m in trouble, my life’s full of sin and I’m scared of that judgement line;

People claim I’m saved so I’ll be just fine;

 

But they don’t know that I’ve lived my life as a thug and I will until the end of time;

It’s too late to change now, I know cause I’ve tried;

Things I thought I shook still haunt me like every night;

To be honest, I’m sick of this endless fight;

 

If I knew being saved was this hard, nigga I’d have thought twice;

It ain’t about not loving God or any disrespect;

It’s about being real and being sick of all this shit;

Troubles haunt me as if I was fame;

 

At night lay awake, trying to subside my mind while I’m going insane;

Sipping Hennessy in hopes to subdue this pain;

I could lie;

And say I’m all good and life’s just fine;

 

But I’d only be fooling myself in the end;

Scars of the past are still real even If I pretend;

My broken heart’s still in pieces even If it seems like it’s whole;

My smile hides the darkness that consumes my soul;

 

I play life like a poker game, I bluff as if I’m about to win, when my hand is destined to fold;

I can’t see where I’m going cause today seems so dark;

I can’t look back to where I’ve come from because it’s littered with scars;

I don’t know how I even made it this far;

 

People think my life’s all good and I’m just ungrateful every day;

What they would give to enjoy the essence of fame;

Nigga I’d trade it for peace of mind any day;

If you knew the truth;

You see that fame is a curse;

 

If I could I’d trade it to go back to my birth;

With the wisdom I have now, just so I could undo all this undeserved hurt….

And she ran…

And she ran…
From the poverty that she lived through,
Climbing her way to the top, hours of non-stop work for the security.
She ran from the stepmother who hated her like her dead mother,
And her father who used her like his wife.
Getting far away from the place that reminded her of her nightmares,
Tears, fears and pain,
From adults, children and animals.
While running, she threw off the name that made them hate her,
Cut off the hair they pulled and got rid of the clothes too.
Alone but not lonely,
Her tormenting memories finally running from her too.
By running she made herself free, safe and happy,
And she ran.

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