AFRICAN BLUES

my humble apology
i have got a heart as heavy as the moon
my heart beat is a rhythm of ancient warriors
i feel the tears of slaves
whose righteous price has never been paid
the blood streaming into rivers and ocean
from the human sacrifice that was never sacred

in the so called brand new day
the sky is still blue and I still feel the pinch of yester year
i can feel the rhythm of miners digging cullinan II
while the queen smiles and embrace the African stone
the wealth and wellness of mzansi
pouched by the passing voices of the wild wild west

the major rape of mother Africa
filthy stinking hands poking and pouching
the bare private parts of lady Africa
and like a sodomized angel
she was left to give birth to starving babies
and fighting guerrillas
waging metal gods designed by demons

the African blood flows
for diamond, for a piece of land
for the right to peace
democracy and cracy demonstrations
the blood still flows even in a brand new day
…flows
…blood
the un-healing scars of our times.

Another Farmer

Thereby the hot sunny southern sun
The farmer toil the land
In the fertile womb of the earth
Farmer Hofmeyr toils the land
Madam Botes bites her share
The two and many others
Sow the seed
Planting what many fought to rid off our land
For decades of blood sweat and tears

Sowing the seed of racism
In words prophetic of tribal segregation
Sounds of barbaric philosophies
The scholars of apartheid
Breathing to life
The monster we stood as a nation against
Breathing to life the spirit of division
With their vulgar thoughts
They tint the beautiful image
Of our southern comfort
Bringing home discomfort

Sowing the seed of hate
In times when the world
Yearn for peace and love
When the global village preaches
Peace and harmony
Choosing to forget
The one side of the coin they spinning
They forget the injustice
In their eyes white becomes angelic
Black demonic

One track mind
One sided thoughts
Vulgar thoughts
Preached by the weak
Who so much want to believe
That they are above the rest
Above reproach
But until our prisons are free of whites
We might as well believe
We are the same…

Political Truth

Two words almost clashes
Tongue gets slippery
Tongue gets rolling
Words spoken like religion
Repeated like a prayer
Sworn like it’s the velvet truth
This service words
Spoken by wealth hunters
Hunting for popularity
Preaching policies
Making promises publicly
Making threats privately

Polished speeches
Makes preachers envy
Tongue turning sorrow
Into hope, making tomorrow
Seem brighter and this
My friend this
This is the Political Truth

It fades like paint drying
Like pictures in the dark
What once was ain’t no more
Politically it is still a success
Buttering their own bread in both side
They rewrite their empty promises
Presents them as full delivery
Convincing the masses that
It ain’t the same any more

Convincing the masses that it would get better
Definitely it does, but for who
So they start penning down blames
Gathering those they can point at
As they continue to feed the nation with
The political truth,

But what is the Political truth you ask,

Joe thinks it’s the flashy presidential ride,
The blue light convoy,
Hotel lifestyle
Hot air life style
Whore ass life style

Political what?
The international trips
Mining rights and wrongs
Big deals in china,
Sorry meant to say for your chana
Elevaton of own images
on posters and walls
seeking fame like a pop-star

the luxury
the fame
the women
and the men too for the women’
exchenge of favors
making sure mzansi continue to belong
to the elite few
while the rest
squatter at the feet of success
with no hope for tomorrow
except for when tomorrow is election day
and the nation is pregnant with hope
only to give birth to the next
still born “Freedom”


Political truth
Is the question mark
On why there is more resolutions
Than actions…
On why employments figures are shocking
In such a big successful country
It’s the why hospitals are feared
The why school kids are raped in school yards

The why our nation is constantly on strike
The why are the fat cats getting fatter and fatter
While the masses gets finer and finer
Dizzier and dizzier

Blue light convoy…
Another, mp?
Oh, it’s the cop
Where is my bribe wallet?
This is the political liar!!

Crying no more…

sometimes it is a choice
especially when tears are simply
free falling water streams
pushed out by
deceptive thoughts
artistic emotions
devious intentions
conspiring minds

when the tongue tells a lie
and the tale is received
by an audience of haters
whose appetite feeds on
another man’s downfall
or presumed weakness
cruel critics of life
the I told you saw “crew”

playing with water
playing the mental game
holding hostage with only
emotions and water streams
digging a hole for a fellow
calling it business as usual
and hoping the audience will believe
the one and only one told side of a story!!

Taking a stroll out of my mind

I took a stroll out of my mind
To think insane thoughts of the toll of life
Reaching deep for private motivation
In this life where inspiration seem negative
Where the positive seem to be
Only positive about being negative
My thinking feet becomes heavier
The pursue of goodness and greatness
Diminishes in the world full of greedy lust
Lust that turns dreams to dust
Tears to mud, tender touches to murder

A stroll out of my mind
Left me mindlessly fearing dreams
Wishing I had wings
To help me fly across the world
In search of internal, eternal peace
But being the simple mortal my body aches
As my heart ponder, what’s the purpose of life,
What is the livelihood of a thought?
Is it just random pictures strolling in our minds?
Is there purpose to all of this?

and so, I started walking back into my mind
Wondering weather I should continue
Spending each day as its predecessor
Or maybe I should chase dreams
Desire only the finest and immaculate
Or should I take to the preaching of the moon
Be humbled by fine weathers
Maybe beam in the gloom of life
So I stepped back into my mind.

That Man

That Man…

…if he says he love you

And you say “You do too”

Hope you don’t mean

“You love yourself too”

…if he says he will die for you

You smile and kiss him

Hope you don’t wish he actually do

…if he ask for your hand in marriage

“What is mine is yours…”

and you cry

Let them be true, innocent tears

…when he says,

“I put my life in your hands”

Be gentle and don’t squeeze it out

Of his body with your actions and doing

…if he fart and say I am sorry

And you say you forgive him

Let it go and forget

Don’t keep kicking the dog when it’s down

Even if it is only just your dog.

That Man,

…if he speaks gently and kind to you

If he speaks to your soul

Somehow makes you wet with desires

“and” you know he is all you want, cherish him

And if you say you love him

Maybe just let him know

Beware of words sometimes they are hallow

So speak gently with your actions

And let him know

After all He is just a man

And what does a man know!

Falling stars

when true stars fall on the surface of the earth,
they leave a mark that for years will amuse human nature
while the impact of a crashing star is actually devastating
for those around when the catastrophic event occur

the eternal mark of this phenomena remain precious
to those who will come to inherit as years go by.

but human stars falling,
make envious people smile as they fall
and the bottom to which they land on
bears no damage, danger or pain
but only pain to the butt they land on

when human stars fall,
the only thing that glitter and burns
is the flash light of the camera
as the news’s hawks collect the remains
mocking of a career or life gone wrong

falling stars…
while shooting stars spread their glowing colors
in the fast passing historic moment
there are those you wait anxious
for the time in space when they hit their landing gear

but we all are stars,
with the flaming life that should spark above the rest once in time
then slowly diminish out of side
or crash out of life…
and weather you are waiting and laughing at others
you sure are too running out of time
glow like a miracle, and when you crash
crash like a star,
when you fade,
don’t go down like a candle in the light
fade like a midnight star,
fade like the milky-way just before dawn.

Magical keys and chords

This one is to all great fingers
Taping guitar strings to make
Soul full taps and harmonic sounds
Wrapping memories
Creating heavens in unusual spaces

To angelic voices soothing our ears
While massaging our thoughts
Stimulating our minds
Beautiful moments in awkward times

Gentle howling of strings
As the Godly fingers slowly tussle
Them one by one, conducting
That healing melody
Soothing emotional scars with sound therapy

I thank you for the music

Thank you for the immaculate sounds

Rhythmic heroes whose heart beats
Beat in the hearts of the nation
Who’s soothing hands defeated guns
Who’s taping feet sends the world dancing

Maestros of sounds
Masters chefs to our ears appetite
Those who feed us in style
Makers of dreams and memories

I thank you

Be a super star

To your mom and dad

Or even mama and papa

Or mother and father

To your brothers and sisters

And every of your special person

Be a super star

Let them remember your name

Like an icon of substance

Let them admire you

Like a spark of a miracle

This little audience ain’t hard to please

Drop a line when least expected

Cut the crap and remember home

And just be there for no reason

Even when your least expected

Most of all don’t sleep

Without saying goodnight

Be a superstar, make a show

And make them laugh

After all they love you too

Be the man, be the starring

And feature in their lives

After all the script is yours to write

Be a super star, be a somebody