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Etched in time

Deep into the mind of an eternal slumber.
The thought of death crosses me.
I struggle to push these armed thoughts away.
Deep into my subconscious mind
Where bad memories has long been forgotten.
Oblivion…The thought of nothingness overwhelms even the best of me.
A life wasted
These thoughts darkened even my shadow
A innocent in my spiraling demise.
I fight
To have but a speck of me etched in time.
Oblivion…A word that shakes every ounce of my hope stained soul.

Forgotten

A word more fierce to me then ten thousand scythed deaths.

Fight I will

Till every word I give wings… bleeds my pen dry.

Fight I will

Till the words I breathe reaches generation to come.

My Speck etched in time.

Rizpah

She fights with hand bare,

For her life hanging on a stick.

 

She lays on black rock of lace,

For her life hanging on a stick, dead.

 

She fights off dogs and crows,

For her life hanging on a stick, dead, empty.

 

She cries and prays,

For her life hanging on a stick, dead, empty, cold.

 

She smiles and cries joyfully,

For her life in a grounding burial, with his Father.

THE DAY IT HAPPENED TO YOU

I was pleased to hear your name
I was amazed to see a face like you
Your smile, time stop for that moment to wonder
Scared as I was my heart would have break if I said not hello
For once I took notice of my voice and yours was unbelievable
I said my heart out
I told of secrets kept hidden from the rest
I held you and assured you of never letting you go
My life was for you to protect
I held your hand and walk with you through that storm
Your tears I hold precious not to fall down
In your eyes I saw not an angel, but the image of the most high
You told me I was everything that your inside longed for and likewise I said
I called you not darling, sweet heart neither my half, but by your name and you said it was sweet, and your name is sweet
Then suddenly I was walking by your place
I saw you holding his hand and I nearly died of honestly
Was it really you my sweet turning bitter on me?
I believed it not
You saw I and your head went down and my head turn in the other direction because of disappointment
It was the truth we lost it, we really have lost it
You told me the day after my heart break that you never meant to hurt me
It was the truth you were always going to hurt me
I left and tears like a flood came rolling down my cheeks
I wanted to despise your existence, but my love was too pure to consider it
Storm and storms and weather grey become my daily existence
Was I dead inside for my smile was just a waste, but definitely a frown
Lady so sweet left me fragile
One day I smiled with I to see what will come forth
The thought of you disappeared like a long memory in the mist
Finally was I free from you
Then one day I heard you were looking for me
I found you sitting on a branch of a fallen tree; broken did I feel like the tree
You came running and hug i
Your eyes were full of tears, I wanted to push you a far from me, but only could hug you and embraced you
I hugged you because I knew the hurt you felt and nobody deserves it
You said he broke your solid heart and the pain was not bearable
I told you to stop because sense you were making not
You cried, I had nothing to give to you to wipe your tears
You asked me how could He?
I asked you how could he?
You said how could he take I away from you, but remember you let me away from you
It was getting late; can I take you home I asked? You said no, because you had no place to call home as I was your only home.
I tried to ignore you and what you were saying, you begged for forgiveness. For what I asked?
Please forgive me for the hurt and pain I caused so replied, I said don’t worry it is already done and I was okay with a face mixed with emotions.
I would not show my disappointment neither my hurt… damn you screamed
What went wrong you asked? I replied and said nothing went wrong only your greed was best answered.
Believe in me and I believed in you.
I asked if you will be fine and you said totally you were fine
Only to be find out to be the most scared of them all even though she said I ‘m beautiful
You are forgiven because it is the greatest of all gifts I would give….. goodbye our paths have crossed again.

FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO

A Joyful Solitude

A joyful solitude
Silently mingling with a chemical
Gently stroking a thought
Willfully conducting
a plague of uselessness
Spewing vague fables of significance

Violently denying the truth.
Feet glued to shitty television
and Irish booze
Clouds of smoke screening
days and days of regret.
Microscopic friends fester
in a failing memory’s wound.

You remember their smiles
Tattooed to their faces
Confirming your wit
Feeding your ego
Their proud words
Swimming in your head
You remember.

Calculated deceit
You remember that
Stealing from them
Corrupting them
Aborted strains of kindness
Your blood turning on you.

You remember that
don’t you?

The monster within

The rage consumes my soul like storms rising tide.
Angry waves constantly beating any hope of being…
God lost my blueprint to life it seems.
A thousand times I shout….
My lungs bleeding for me to stop…
A million times my fist hit the walls…
But still the rage surges.
I cling to the last thought that made me feel ….worthy….
Like an infant clinging to it’s mother in times of uncertainty…
As it endlessly battles the darkness within me…
Clinging to life as I once did.
A bloody battle…..an internal struggle…
Do I just let go and let this raging monster within consume me?

I choose to fight!

Slowly a voice rises from the ashes of my charred soul….
Louder it grows…pounding away….
Drums of a battle on the brink of victory…
A phoenix drenched with the possibility of a new tomorrow…
A smile slowly creeps across my lips…
Like a new life rising from the dirt.
It’s then that I realize.
I’m alive!!

Closer to God

An obscene scene
decorated by gasoline
burns immortal.
ignited by the visceral vapours
of gluttony.

Tangled, entangled
constrained, tight
the all-knowing iris
gleams in the moonlight.

The fires siege the prudent scalp
turning all righteous thought
into a useless pulp

a gasp, a breath
a finger, a breast
her eyes turn to marble
and her passions are laid to rest.

Schizo-me

I’m truly a wordsmith with poetry and rhyme…

If you haven’t realized it by now, I guess… you must be blind.

I really don’t feel bad if you don’t like my page…..

I have a place where my poetry’s all the rage.

In his head yes!

Damn! …. I wasn’t even speaking to you Chris….

Who’s Chris?

Oh!… Just the voice in my head… which the last words… rhymed with…

Who thought you can actually do that with words…..

You mean, put it on a treadmill backwards… and still make it come first.

Yes it’s a skill…. I probably mentioned this before….

It’s like the words just flow…. from my third minds eye’s core.

I completely zone out….?

Yes! …Please don’t pout… I’m always on the scout ….for my scythed words to put doubt…

Or even reroute…..

Your thoughts or your feelings……

Maybe in theory…..then you’ll like these pages.

If you haven’t realized it by now…

I’m oracle 707…..so please just stay calm.

Maybe I should just try… and put that diff-erent-ly……

The oracle 707… in actual fact …is just me.
The oracle 707

State of chaos

State of chaos
When are we going to realize we a slave to the system and just standing by…
Like a passerby…!
Witnessing their love being cooked and fried…, on a grill… you paid for…and this can’t be denied.
It sores me to see this state in chaos…, playing it cool like they control us.
We put you there…, don’t think we don’t have the power to pull the chair…
Right from under there… Sorry I didn’t mean to scare…,
You’ll fall to our level… and groveling won’t help…
Because we just don’t care!
The government is blinding us…, like mice…, but this time the clock just isn’t there…
What I’m saying…, they robbing the wood from the forest…but this time it’s the opposite…
What I mean is …they stealing from the poor and giving to the upper-shit…
We too good a soldiers…, to rise up against a corrupt government…
And they are Loving it!!
A justice system designed to take away your pride…. and shovel it.
I wish I had a super power like hulk… and take the fight to them, and make them jump a bit.
Like a Jack…., or I mean popcorn because these devils are just playing the masses and hiding their horns…
Like the thorns…., We live with daily…
Everything’s mediocre, but not like… tele tube’s Martin Bailey..
More like the state ate the land and selling it…like a piece of cake on a plate…
I mean they sold part of a mountain… for god’s sake.
If that’s not insane enough…. I live in a world where the order of the day…
Is to wear bullshit accepting night vision shades…
It’s not this generations issue is the call of the day…
What about your precestors …do they not have a right to say….
How they want to live on their day….
The world is cruel and the ships in the bay…
I mean the pirates all died…
By the way!
They were the only ones that stood against the rising tide…
That is today!
So why the hell don’t we care? …, Let me share… this truth,
Not like a confession…, more like lost ambition…, of what I could have be…
If I was born 500 years from now…, so now you see…
Like peas in a pod….
And the only one that stands out is… Me!
Why? …Because I see things… diff-erent-ly!
I’m preaching to the choir… so why even bother …
I’ll just swallow these words…
Or do you Agree!!
The oracle 707

IT

I am it
I am undefined
I am paving the walls of self-discovery
I seek myself in the depths of my inner most being
I seek the life sustaining entity
I delve into the source of this consciousness…
The inception of this mind
The thoughts that course through the flood gates of intuition
Subscription to this state of mind is exclusive
It can’t be named
Intangible
It can’t be sought
Unrecognizable
It can’t be brought
Unattainable
It is welded into my bones
Its code is the life rushing through my blood
I am it
I am undefined
I have paved the walls of self-discovery

TEARS OF TEARS

You make me realise, no matter what they do that it is still me and it never be someone else
My friends don’t call, my enemies are laughing
I could not even see with my own eyes
Killers never get away with murder, but murders are no doubt killers
I wish I was between the clouds, I have never seen anything so far yet so meaningful
Now you see and maybe you will understand
That is not all I wanted to say, but nothing I want to say more
Woke up… Woke up the dream is over, that one is a…..nightmare, a night man, an owl in the night, a night heart, night eyes, night lies, but that one look very closely look again
Beauty without thought
Eyes with no sight
Bells ring, but who pulled the rope?
The beast with all this beauty
Clouds mystery of all
A boy in a dress a girl was put in her shoes or maybe was his boots
Without the penny it still goes around
My battle my life for my life given by the most high
If nature did not impress her, what would?
A friend without a secret
That bird that was once free now is caged
My plea, my outmost plea freedom
My cry is now for us, not to forget them
Is it you who killed me or are you my killer?
My eyes red, tears blood
My mouth closed………………………………and my tears are tears of tears

FLANEGAN THABO NTSHOTSHO

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