Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Raindrops On My Window Payne

Drips of rain drop
Colourless heavy drops
Splatter maps with no sense

Drops of heavy rain
Draw routes on my payne
Maybe if I take this route
My road will be easy and free

But if I go that way
Then my blues will washed away

Should I stick to what I know?
And miss the chance of adventure?
The unknown and dangerous route?

But territory will not expand
My limiter will be pleased
My destiny remain unreached

Yes I will risk it
Ask forbidden questions
Trod forgotten paths

Someone must have tried but failed
Somebody must have willed but fell short
Andbody could have started but stopped

But will I?
Will I finish the route of the rain drops?

Believer

For a moment you were forgotten
Misrepresented
Painted a failure
Viewed hopeless
A barren woman
Who feeds on her foetus

For years you were unknown
Buried under the rubub of ignorance
Your own denied you
A scorned woman of shame
Seen as abomination
A scar so smelly it could not be cured
So they thought

For decades you were buried
Shelved as dry and desolate
A place of hunger and death
Lacking in intelligence and honour
So they said

Your maker has come for you
To take away your shame
To restore back your pride
To show forth your original state
For your maker fashioned you
Your builder molded you

Africa this is your time
Your moment
Throw away the robe of shame
Put on your garment of glory
Arise Africa Arise

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Y.O.U

I had a glimpse of you last night
Your face reflected by the moon
Wind blowing peacefully besides you
You looked blissful, my heart did a leap

Your eyes closed oh so tightly
Your lips pursed oh so acute
Your head bent oh so gingerly
Your chest heaving oh so lovely

Then love overwhelmed me
I could not help but cry
Then God spoke to me
My eyes watered

Could you be like this forever?
Bring joy to me whenever
Could you please bowl me over?
Never leave my side ever

Tell me...
Can love be selfish for one moment
And want beauty all to itself
Can rules be bent just for this hour
And make this moment ours
Forever...

Teach me Africa

Teach me I want to learn
All things happened before
Wars fought and won
Battles contended and praised

Show me I want to earn
So my offspring can be sure
That history is not dead and gone
Its time has not lapsed

Guide me I want to gain
Knowledge of things ago
Of righteoud men torn
To pieces by man that passed

I want to know of treaties signed
Of decrees declared
Of revolutions unheard
Search with me
Documents hidden
Information classified
Cases opened and closed

Tell me about my forefathers
Their habits and seasons
How the stars guide them
How the moon spoke to them
And when the sun stood still

Did Nqwiliso die a captive?
Or was it his fellowmen
What about uMendi?
Was it a bosched trip?
Or a planned sea burial?

Let me know
Feed my brain
talk to my soul
Saturate my spirit

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Another Piece of Me

I am my father's daughter
My mother's child
I am a sibling and an aunt

I am a friend to some
A nobody to fools
I am a woman born of a man
A lady born of a woman

I am made of my past
A product of my choices
I am by God's grace an overcomer
By man's measure just somebody

I was born eMabaleni
A village flanked by the majestic Tabankulu
Raised by the river Indwe
Fed by the great iTsitsa and iTina

I am a girl eKhangela
A women eAfrika
I am a living soul
A moving body
An unquiet spirit

In my heart I can see
The sun rising over eLusikisiki
And setting eZibhodini
I am made of this
And this makes me

Ok the part I dont like much. But anyway.

Me Myself and I

I have walked this road
I have seen faces come and go
Hearts beat and stop
Eyes open and close

I have watched this life
And tried to cont ed with the strife
That separates good from bad
Experienced the new and the never had

I have listened to birds
Announcing season changes without words
Doing what they were created for
Quipping their fellow creatures to go
Find greener pastures way yonder

I have seen mercy
Experienced love
I have com to know lately
That there is some thing peaceful about the dove
Its calming grey and white
The cooing that knows no day or night

I know now that love will find a way
I Know today is my day
And tomorrow is uncertain
Hiding unknown behind tonight's  curtain

Friday, September 17, 2010

Words

Say them, feel them
Call them as they come
Fresh life giving springs
Springing forth breathing life

Vibrations in my mind and body
Tantalising senses
Vitalised brain

Locked up in the sphere
Words bubbling out
Packed and congested
Mixed up and rumbling

Like a mind locking storm
Threatning to challenge norms
Bursting with no restaint
Streaks of black and blue in its wake

Words that give and take back
Words that promise good and bad
Life so joyous
Words so pompous

Bitter edible words
Inner able man
See them as they come
Watch them as they go

Words of old
Words of today
Words that last
Words that take and give
Words that ache and live

Words, words, words
Go on and on and on....