"Born 20120718 08h00 AM"


Here’s to my new-born child of the Pharaohs, I swear, no more news on the kind of a farrow. Colour of the Soil, you fill my heart with a new Love unknown. See the Colour of the Oil that fills the Art your true bloodline own. You’re the Oasis of the world, so beware of greeks bearing gifts closely. Amongst the many faces of the world, beware of these wearing sheep’s clothing. They’ve stripped Mother Africa of her identity and buried her alive, Brothers and Sisters, Nubia and Kush. I trip on Azania and her density burning in silence, oh my blisters…not another Minister media pushed. That’s why you have to be my winning goal in this game defense, call her crazy because her Name deepens, But that’s for those not willing to know where they came, **Princess...

Page late for purpose
Blame the person caged by age and its curtains
I sense a web of change to delay and weaken
Being stabbed out of range left me derailed and beaten
Heart cried fear out of rage as  I lost touch with nature
Here starts a new year, 2008 as I fought and touched her with anger
Regrets of closing that open door, free
Like charging God for the chosen Lord to be
Compassion hooked and tossed only to catch a ‘selfish’
I saw a stranger in the mirror, fashion-hooked and forged to match maverick, Jekyll and Hyde, was it real or a lie??
The curse of a good man switch, like the dream of my Ex being a witch
I deem it worse if all Man were rich
My colleague saw my haircut and said it all punning
How ironic to compare ‘Us’ Samson’s shortcomings
The burden of the eaten is bulging, I ponder Adam’s apple
…And the Garden of Eden is still cunning, will I ever settle??
The World is a ring of punches
Appearance Vs Reality
Who will be King of Conscious??

The Rebel inside...
Imprisoned by an institutionalised conscious
Hear the Lion's roar inside,
It's the Rebel's clamour
Feel the prism of both...
and break free from this prison of ghosts
Be the Lion of course...
Be the Rebel of Cause

Be Rebellion *(Rebel-lion)