Tired eyes
why don't you live
you
are
dying
from the toil and the world
in
the
mire
on your mind
relax!!!
in
the
avenues
of
hope
there are peace all the time.

Though the flight
is
fleeting
it
goes down in slow motion
the
glitz of the flip
coincide with delusions of grandeur
in
retrospect it was oh so money
the
coin
landed on the flip-side
and
left most hanging out
in
anger.

Feuding
while we were
falling apart
that's
what we do
when were not falling
in
Love.

Message
in
a
bone

silent
the
thought
left
alone

Ancestral
pre - fone

You were raised without praise
where storms are the norm
catch
the wind
that crosses the tide
trudge the dread and take that stride
break the violence
where curses were built
Satanic crutches
fells the mind
crave wisdom that fleeces the foe
stretch the sinew
and grow
your
... spine...
dream the dream
leave hate behind
and
refrain from crime
brown leaf
Pray!!!
stay alive
in this bright future
you
were born
to
survive.

Bleed        
             out
     blood
the              
                             blood
sniff
the ruse
lull the odds
.................................. Bleed.

Die son het geskyn oor die more
van ons mense,
terwyl die mis stilletjies inbeweeg oor hierdie toe nog rustige waters,
Ja wit skuim soos 'n skim
was met duisende
jare van ons voorvaders se rus en vrede verwelkom.
Met bloed van verwoerd het die wit skuim en die skim gesien hierdie paradys is vir hulle baie goed en met 'n spieel en versteekte dolk en drank
agter die kraag
ons"primatiewe volk" se gehee
sistematies
vertraag, belieg, omgekoop
verslaaf
verkrag
vermoor
ultemiet
ook
soos 'n dwaas
heeltemal
verplaas.
.
Die son skyn oor die more
van ons mense terwyl die mis
stilletjies uitbeweeg oor hierdie
onrustige waters, honderde jare
van marteling kan jou brein so
KONDISIOENEER,
om te luister na die valse profeet wat vir jou
dan!!
met
hulle leuns
BEKEER
en
REGEER.
Skrik wakker my mense
dit het tyd geword
om braaf terug te veg vir ons
EER,
want "hierdie pyn"
is van ....lankal af
SEER
.
Jy is eintlik sy baas
Dit gaan oor waar jy jou kruisie plaas,
BRUINMENS
stem!!!
EG
hierdie plek gewaarborg
deur geskiedenis
is
eintlik
JOU
  geboortereg.

Where
I

picked you from the bog

the
ground
had opened up to set us free

Contemplating
the
elusive word
with pen in hand
like
a
soldier
guards his sword
gauging
fervor
"love and war"
.

In the end only time will tell
heaven-bound
or
cryptic
hell
stains on the conscience will remain
resurrecting
a
prosaic name.

A
collaboration
of
Four seasons
a
Masterclass
for
all the right reasons.

Torn apart
alone
he often stood still
in
hindsight
of
her
buried bones,

  thinking out loud

My
Love
pure as gold
you
make me whole,
soon
my angel
God will reunite,
our
sacred souls.

In
triumphs and smiles
through
darkness and trials,

yesterday, today, forever

nothing is left behind,
  because ... darling,
wherever
  I am,

   you are always on my mind.

From
libido
form
through the eye of the needle
the
climactic storm.
Love rules
with
a
view
not just a stickler for vroom
a
home for life
not just a closet
for
brooms.

Love potions
rational
compromised
by
emotional
bursting
from both eyes.

Beyond our burdens
and
the
weight
of our tears
beyond the storms
in
our
African years
there's
a
place
whom
God knows,
bares
all the colour's
of
the
rainbow.

From
neonatal cries to existential rhymes
if
any
lived
to
be
humane
the
earth will elect you
and
the
universe
will accept you
.

My light house
are
painted on a black canvas
it
gets brighter
as
I
travail ontoward
.
The end of the tunnel

I
quantum leaped out of time
my
cosmic dance got no romance