BITTER HISTORY

Eyes thrown up above
Looking at sweetly dressed land
The mountains that sings of joy
The horizon in a golden dress
All turned the years at once
The past knock on my memory
My eyes felt tears
I lost my happiness at a glance
Poverty in my hands turned
Extremely a shameful sorrow
My consciousness lost,
no more standing
Sailing over the beach of sorrow
The past bitter and beating my presence
Chasing away my happy day
Singing high and loudly for the truth
The truth of my yesterday
Old news more bitter less sweet
History, cold as the doors of hell
Harmful as terror
I fear the bad past
more as the past drive away my today.

The South Today

Is it the land of the people
as spoken and published to be free
is it a land of the free human spirit
or is it the land where free items
flow from beneath the ground
beneath unknown government flaws

The south,
Is it the land of peaceful souls
Is there a direction in this land
Where are the bodies of life
the roots of knowledge and sanity

Where have the true leaders gone
echoes of conversations sound empty
with little than no wisdom
the news have become continuous strings
of disappointments dancing one after the other

Where have the righteous one gone
how come the world seem to be sailing
into the unknown territory of no hope

Did you do it alone, “Tata”?

My humble apology,
allow me to ask,
perhaps an unfair question,
to such a stalwart, such a great leader
but “tata” I am left with disbelief
these people tell me you are different
they tell me you freed mzanzi
by yourself or with a little help
but I can hear these people
telling their offspring
that “You” are not like us
that “You” are a saint
a man send from straight above
to free the silly nation
that cannot count
add or multiply
“Tata”, is it true
that you are greater than your skin
that you did not take from your forefathers
that you had no brothers holding your arm
as you wrestle the beast
with your bare hand
that you walked the long walk by yourself?

I do recall the names of other legends
nation builders, even your own mentors
and as I recall the many names
I wonder, when did you became the greatest
and the rest become the smallest
the forgotten soldiers of the one movement
the very movement that today landed a golden spoon in your family mouth
the one movement that I remember was meant to free Africa and its offspring
perhaps I skipped a chapter in history
or maybe I am just miseducated

rivers of blood

rivers of blood
in the land of minerals
where the footsteps of the tribal wars once emerged
continue to flow in darkness across the mountains
where the bullets played silly games
in the hands of man fighting for the unknown
as they continue to wait for month end
while the benefactors of war continue to smile
as their body rolls on the paper wealth
the joy in private moments
in shining grounds
the value for money seen by blind souls
as they continue to ignore
the rotten conflict that steals from many
the disappearing of those chasing change
as the poor continue to bleed for a little cents
communities awaits
lies reach boiling point
as conferences and commissions
yet nothing meaningful
and tears continue to flow
on the faces of those swimming in their sweat
the confusion goes on
mountains hungry lions
continue to enjoy the jungle of empty hopes
as the nation forget the past
the dead fade away
the judge will be lost in space.

Not love

If it wishes you more painful days
desires to see tears in your heart
while preaching of your sad day to come
you better know that it is not love

if it whispers you fading fate
to all ears that dream of your sinking days
and smiles happily when you fall and hit the ground
continuing to sing songs that mocks your steps
it ain't love at all

for love cherish the small things in you
and acknowledges the fair moves in your feet
while praying for your strength to rise
against the odds piling on you way

it wishes you wings to see you across
the trouble times and sad days
hoping the knight in you will rise a hero
in a brand new day to come
it wishes for a dance in your arms
and hopes of roses in your life
sweet gentle roses whose thorn no harm

love, oh love never wishes you bad.

lost in the jungle of the world

the journey through the world
never promised an easy smooth sailing session
the roads lead to many ways
some rotating around the foolish fires
others rising into the mountain
where jackals and lions await
often the silent footpath
may lead to the doors of sinking world
where some smiles are real and others are traps
the talks of promises some cheap others empty
with a very few being real

the journey becomes a puzzle
as we continue to step back and forth
often like dancing yet without rhythm
hearts beating and jumping and skipping
as some dreams fade in the hands of the shallow company
the days rising and shaking confusingly
with the rise of each day the jungle earth
and the journey through life
becomes more and more of a riddle
leading minds to be lost in the jungle

hope may prevail
dreams may rise
hopefully the heart will feel the proper beat
and the dance of nature shall rise
life between hands will be save
hopefully,

Emperor toilet roll

Sorry emperor toilet roll
you sure didn't see the wind come
once you let the dirty war
tussled leaders beyond your reach
you joined the battle against the renaissance man
in fear of the no nonsense leader of the pack
like a man knowing his golden seat in the empire
you stood up singing alongside the spear
as many spear rise into the cloud
calling for a change of order
time couldn't be waited
as your side pushed by power hungry desires
pushed away a better life for all
in favour of the few hungry moguls

Oh emperor toilet roll
did you forget that the roll that wipes
the hidden parts of the body
is to be flushed away at the end of the jop
sorry emperor
now the wealth spins out of the fingers
the farms fly away
the jail doors keep inviting
sorry mister
sorry the emperor
may be the sun will rise again and see you dry

fly away

soothing demon
who lies with gentle sound
singing gentle angels of sins
step your steps away from my heart
allow my pure soul to rise above your shadows
let the echoes of your victories drown alone
don't take a look at me
I am no mirror image of your heart
fly away
let the dirty wings carry you away
into the unknown world
where no pure souls exist
far from the world where human souls leaves
disappear from my territory
fly away into the world of the hallow spirit
where your powers belong
goo bye spirit of negativity
my world could use a better feeling

chain your lust

to my leaders in all their corners of the world
beware the roaring demon with a smile
beware the curves that are bound to kill
stay alert of the rise of Sodom in your heart
never bend for the evil to jump over you

the stars of my time
dazzle in the night like those that shined before you
dazzle twilight wonders of our time
but remember to chain your lust
let it not spark the sky like a doggy bark
chasing lust even though it never last

smile,
like a the morning sun
let the true nature rise
yet remind the the doggy lust
to get lost in the clouds of hell
remind it never to rise again.
Chain the lust and keep it grounded.

The landing of a steel bird

The landing of a steel bird

Once upon a time
the wedding got the nation's tongues rolling
the Indian steel bird stealing the nation's attention
intentions never clarified
the masses left wandering as they wondered
who let the bird into our a safety channel
now even the silly thinks our state is rotten
many wonder where was the head
as the stories of the number unfold
yet this x remain unresolved
the bug remains in rotation
as all power heads duck the matter
the responsibility is lost
our south may not be that comfort home any more
we continue to wonder
what will be the next trick...