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My voice

I seek not to alter the fabric of space
To unwind time irreversible
What I seek, is the voice
The voice that stands firm,
Sets paths unchanged,
Moves mountains untrailed,
Sets fire unquenched,
Builds brigdes connected,
Calms seas untamed,
A beacon to weary souls,
Water to the parched heart,
Solace to the unembraced,
I seek the voice everlasting,
The voice pending,
The voice infinite,
The voice sustaining,
My voice an echo unchanging.

Helpless men

Reaching for any hand I could grab and glean to
I seek but do not find even the closest by my heart
Natures time runs me over and I am still in the same situation
Can I ever overcome this pull over?

I remember sometime in the past I could vanquish any obstacle
But this dilemma reaps me apart
My mind folds and my heart turns bold
I wish time could be sold and victory could be in my soul…..

Waterfall of tears in my eyes
Since the day I realized I am in pain
Tomorrow is a second chance of yesterday
Today to me and another day feels like hope beneath my feet

Time after time I am closest to death
This desolation steals my breath
Little by little I look for the hands of assistance
And I do not find even a finger

Help might not come
But I will look and look till I close this book of my life…….

True State of Mind?

Why is it so hard….for people to see?
I feel like I’m the only one suffering.

I don’t see through special glasses…..
Or even pray to the sea……..

I’m talking about this unsavoury character, called democracy…

Also I don’t think…..BEE…
Stands for bind everyone for eternity.

I’m not trying to be clever or even trying to rhyme…

But I’m getting a bit annoyed, with people’s state of mind.

You would jump to the conclusion, we talking about mine…..

But my dear it’s the opposite….
So for now I’ll just sign.
The oracle 707

The inner ‘Thing’

Its not always what you think of
Its not always what you expect
This is about rules that are broken
This is about a dynamite blowing big holes
You’ll never understand this,like you did not understand math
They be waving hands higher but if you check under their feet,there is a table
Talking so much like a brass band playing many trumpets
But it all turns to this “What’s outside its not always what’s inside”
Yes they look so harmless but yet so evil
Beware of a wounded tiger,also beware of its cubs

Why can’t I

Why can’t I have the guts like I had them before?
It is just a disguise,nothing special
Like a couple fighting in their bedroom but smiling at their children
Why is it so hard to just end it like I ended so many before?
What is it that is pinning me on this relationship?
“Yes honey I love you too” But hold on who are we bluffing
At night we are like world War II,But daytime we’re Romeo n Juliet
Why…Why…Why……………

Self praise

I’m a knight of the night
Yeah! Man I’ve been grinding
No need to get whining
U know I’m always wining
Its been long but I’m still kicking
Deep in the sea I’ll be swimming
So high in the sky,I’ll be diving
Making em so cool,I like mixing
Better beware of pretty charmer like I
U don’t know a serial killer when u see one
I thought of slaughtering you since you’re an animal
Better take this seriously because its educational
I like speaking my mind,Yeah I know I’m motivational
God left everything just to make me
Guess that’s the reason that I’m so blessed
Guess that the reason u snitches are bowing your heads

Windmills

Days are getting colder, 
Where you now she needs you to hold her.
Adore her
Tell her why you been so still,
She wants to know why when you away,
The windmills don’t spin. 
Like days are quite and drag through
Because  every second is agony when she’s away from you..
Enticed to call, luckily her heart is scorned. 
You have no choice but to let go even when every inch of me screams screw my ego,
Don’t let this pride stand in the way When you love her tell her
There’s freedom in the things we say.
Expressing one’s self  to the other half.
True reflection of pain, sorrow in your arms.
Embrace the hurt he caused
Because wounds heal when we love again. 
We learn to fly with wings unclipped we say things uncensored
we become unapologetically queen of hearts. 
Love is a game with no rules
Hidden riddles in messages
But no substance
Just consequences.
Facing challenges that challenge our excistance.
We more apart than together
but our hearts are one forever
Just blessed to have met you
So i dedicate this poem to nobody but you.
L.A

Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

Unkosi Rholihlahla Mandela,
born into the Madiba clan in the village of Qunu
grow up in Mvezo in Umtata,Transkei
Dalibhunga, the prince of the Tembu tribe
son of umama Nonqaphi Nosekeni
son of Nkosi Hendry Mphakanyiswa Gadla Mandela

father of South African freedom
ward of Chief Jongintaba Dalindyebo
at the Great Place in Mqhekezweni
acting regent of the Thembu nation
boy from the Thembu royal homestead
icon of peace and justice.

sun that rises in the grim atmosphere
commander-in-chief of Umkhonto we Sizwe
dedicated himself to the struggle of the African people
South Africa’s greatest son
the greatest leader of our time
the giant of the South African history
the Son of Africa’s children

uBawomkhulu,
the man who pioneered the new patriotism in this unique country
the principal of his destiny
the commander of his soul
he represented hope and freedom
through his dignity, through his triumph, he inspired millions
the father of our nation

He who will live on in the hearts & minds of people throughout the world
the one who cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society
he who taught us reconciliation
he who embraced his enemies
one of the brightest lights of our world has gone out
a great tree has fallen
the son of a Tembu tribal chieftain is gone

Siyakuhlonipha
Tata Sizokukhumbula
Hamba kahle Tata!

Chaka Zulu

Dlungwana son of Ndaba!
the greatest warrior of all times
conceived out of wedlock by his mother Nandi and his father
voracious one of Senzangakhona
son of Nandi kaBebe, the daughter of a Langeni chief
born in Langeni territory at the Nguga homestead
bayete inkosi

The scorpion of Phunga
boy from esiKlebeni homestead
who was cooked in the deep pot of Ntombazi
overcame Msikazi among the Ndimoshes
son of the Mhlathuze Valley and Langeni people
bayete inkosi

Mandla kaNgome
who moved to the Mthethwa people
grew up in the court of Dingiswayo
founded the Ntontela regiment
the impi in the iziCwe regiment
Nodumehlezi
bayete inkosi

Axe of Senzangakhona
the warrior of Mhlathuze River
designer of the aniklwa
the king of KwaBulawayo, at the banks of the Mhodi,
in the Mhlathuze valley,
bayete inkosi

Young raging one of Nbaba!
the cause of Mfecane, Difaqane, Lifaqane
king of the centralized monarchy
builder of the Dukuza
undisputed, almighty ruler
bayete inkosi

Wild Flower in my abased garden

There is a flower in my garden, oh so bright and beautiful , how it grew and grows rooted in my garden I cannot say

For morning came and there it was , days gone by and many rains fell upon that glowing and growing treasure

28 drops of pure water and many sunshine kisses , but who can tell me how such a majestic and radiant flower came to be in my humble garden of old

For I neither nor did anything great or splendid , for I see many flower have been planted in my garden, a little sassy here and there but non remained but faded by storms and rain

Oh little flower where do you come from and where is your real home, I read and seek long and hard but non can explain your mysterious wonder and beauty

For you are like a rose so captivating and arousing in nature wild and unique

oh so sharp and witty to the core of your character display your craftiness and making true love for one purpose only

like a rose in every way nor rain nor storms have plucked you from my ground, strong and stable you have been

Also true to your embraces you proclaim, so soft and loyal, so gentle and sensitive to the touch, who can share with me about the secret of your birth

Oh wait my dear one, steady my heart for I hear a whisper in the wind sharing with me about your captivating beauty that which I firmly behold in my sight, was not planted by human hands nor by any created thing

For out of heaven a voice a breath of a mighty wind came forth and spoke your majestic shape and heart into being

Oh my dear wild thing of nature your all natural and good for the Saul of one man only

Now I understand for a precious gift from God has been given to a beggar that works and labor in the garden of haven.

by
Simeon B.T
I have found my resting place in your arms
Of mercy and grace
I have found my joy in your heart of beauty and peace

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