Portal for Writers and Poets in South Africa
In my sleep I hear my heartbeat
At breakfast I still dream
She consumes me like the summer heat
At lunch I feel that dream
At times I feel like a child needing guidance,
Sickness in my thoughts is far from reverence.
I have a fast mind ruled by impatience
And a slow heart ruled by defiance.
Confusion defines my essence.
I dream to merge with her essence.
In my sleep I hear
At breakfast she’s near
She…
My dream.
Beneath these dark waters rested my past
Proteus calming the ocean’s barks at night,
Every animal screaming from Noah’s Ark;
Mate us how, when it’s only one kind of us?
In these present times, cannot swim no more
To surfaces where stiff corpses turned pale,
Thrown out the ship, relatives on board gone
Voyage underwater is travelled with no permit.
Black yellow and brown was the colour shot,
Unjust laws enforced, human right fought for
In 1994, thought to be mourned and thought of
Statues of slaves installed in concentrated Malls.
Presently, one should not proclaim to herd pigs
A group of gods consented to slay eaters of pork,
My hands stretched, horns growing under armpits
Pain piecing my skin was another Apartheid born.
Load, aim and fire.
Shoot out of the barrel that confined you.
Lead you are. Leader you will be.
Asphyxiate my being to immense pressure.
Explode out whilst you implode in.
Fly.
Flying out of the barrel of violence that I was so long a part of.
Flip the magazine.
See the image of perfection tattered on its firing range.
Ruffle the whiskers of the tame lion that you will soon emulate.
Possessing the potential to leave an impact.
A wound on the warrior of war.
Yet you roll over in a solid state.
Afraid to stretch the frequency of your voice into a roar.
Think.
Stop.
Passive are you not? Why then both?
Rise. You must to load, aim and fire.
Shoot out of the barrel.
I am your gun and you are the lead bullet.
The sun –
This morning rose glistening with ecstasy.
In that pure blue, yet, the storms brew.
Just as still water runs deep,
In quite nights under my breath death I could feel creep, beneath my skin the battle I could feel waging,
In silent spaces words rush to my ear causing a bout as they come crushing against my skull,
Perhaps what my world needs is the tenderness in you voice, or,
Perhaps it’s just my centre that can no longer hold.
Walls of my minds dome are caving in,
Smooth edges of my soul have turned rigid,
Solace I now seek from a thousand different faces and places I’ve never been.
I am left alone without a home;
Without a mother’s love, and,
Laughter has become a memory,
My summer days have grown cold, and,
Pictures of you are beginning to fade, yeah,
Love is not as sweet without you.
I wish I was told how life could prove to be so cold.
Happiness has deserted me,
You left for the heavens in the break of my dawn and since then I forgot how to smile,
I stand nude and the only thing I wear is a frown,
In the sea of human faces I’m left to drown,
Never did I know how life could prove so cruel.
Food had in loneliness is not a meal,
Just as a house that stands alone is not a home.
Rest well sunshine to my universe –
You were a blessing and a best friend,
A part of me will forever miss you.
How I wish the creator missed me more than he needed you.
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..â€The townships are crowded and shouting again!!â€.
Their X marks Madiba and they’d be proud to defend.
“The Great Lion of the Struggle right down to the endâ€
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.
What is blood without the veins?
Mud without the rains,
A sore without the pains,
God without the praise?
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 What is to walk without the trails,
To talk without the sayings,
A road without a way…
A home without a stay?
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What is bought without the sales?
A goal without a game,
A no without a nay,
The Lord without the prayers?
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 What is fraud without the Mayors?
Or corn without the maize,
A scroll without a page,
A wall without the gate?
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What is a fall without being great?
Being born without the age,
A foe without the hate,
A floor without the stage?
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 What is a roar without a rage?
A lock without the chains,
A shark without the whales,
A heart without the brains?
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 What is a star without the space?
Like playing cards without the Ace,
A call without the fate,
A law without the State?
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 What rots without the waste?
A court without a case,
A run without a race,
A run without a chase,
What is…?
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.
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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?
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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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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.
