Can you tell me what's it:
All the beautiful feelings I use
to have flopped down,
Have buried themselves on their hands,

Please -

Can you tell me what's it,
all the people I use to love , now ,
Know are gone ,
Homeless I feel.
What is it?

With all these words of beauty are
substituted by the venoms,
Now I feel like everything is a norm.
Can you tell me?

Why I fail to attain my solid state,
I melt down with this burning flame
I have took hell from afar to me
What there is the hell with me?

Please -

God take my li...

**** the prayer I pray lately-
I am scared of this pain,
How am I going to be able to handle death
I uttered an idiocy.
What is it?

No one wanna stay
and talk for awhile
maybe the mist will clear*

My heart have took it course to other
sad side of the sea,
Tryna clean itself of the red.
Can you tell me what is it?

With the sad songs recorded
lyrics written and cancelled-
can't describe the issues of heart.

All the ease are the demons
but the Godly seems fairly hard to follow
Can you tell me what is it?

Why the pen have became so familiar of
every freaked out letter I write
for it write non-stop .
But still dead I feel.
What is it?
...

The crux point of Heart Skipping.
Running the stairs of Table mountain,
Skipping the steps of Izintaba Zokhahlamba,
Point to take another step forward,
Another day to fast forward my life,
Change the channels to 886,
86 the distortions ,
Morning noons.

Woe, my stomach is sick,
Tired of the ***** kicked nowhere,
Sick of all the goodies of where,
My stomach is sick.

Sick of butterflies that perch
and flutter, celebrating my not yet death ,
Slowly I die.

Surely, dead roses I will be buried,
My tombstone engraved THE GRAVED,
INGCWABA LOFILE(Grave of the death)
Love killed the death.

Bengifile the time ufika(I was dead the time you pitch)
Then, you breathed into my mouth
your soul of life
You were my last life.

My stomach is sick.

Debt

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you get to exercise
dominance on my free will

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you get to rearrange the chambers
of my heart to fit your comfort

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you get to enjoy your castle
the way you please

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you forget what it’s like
to be human

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you ally with my weaknesses
and keep my strengths in the dark

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
you summon wars
in my ribcage
to shake my very core
with battle cries

If I made you king
that doesn’t mean
I am in debt to your royalty

If I made you king
that doesn't mean
you are one

Mountain flower ,
She kept on flowering,
She gave the green grass utmost flowering,
She kept on flowering
Onto the rocks of the mountain
She grew and glowed
Away from the shades of darkness
She ran and rest at the shades of light.
With the rock ahead , she turned,
With the baking sun
She longed for the cool shade
under the vine ,climbing on another vine.
She ogled like a seductive goddess ,
Like boiling water she kept boiling.
Mountain flower.

On my own,
The gun busted with a loud sound,
The children ran to their parents,
Chicks to their chicken parents,
Cubs to their lion parents,
Friend to  friend,
Worshipers to their gods,
I cried,
no one show empathy,
I shouted no one heard,
I seek,
Every week
every hour but I was,
On my own

I walked down,
down the street,
searching for a place nowhere to be found,
A place to hide,
A place to survive,
Searching a place to acquire
what?Hospitality.
A place where there is,
No xenophobia,
Racism,
nor rapists but,
Where there is peace,
Love,
Kindness and well-being.
One nation, different languages.

I refrain from walking,
And looked around the place,
Which I called a "Quest",
I searched but I obtained
a little.
I cried but I was,
heard by the few.
I asked but,
but a few replied.
One nation, different languages.

Once upon a time,
Our leaders said,
said we are one nation,
Our leaders said,
we are the rainbow nation.

A rainbow does not lose,
Its colours,
It trap them,
As a chicken covering it chicks.
One nation, different languages.