We Have No Friend"

Enemy
How deep should I hurt thee
Wounds always fresh
Dagger at the ready
Enemy
Who sent you to steal my sanity.
Enemy
You left the cage door unshut
Now allow me to introduce you  to my beast
Enemy
Your pain will be my
Rebirth.
Once upon a time I could not spell the word enemy.
Now I have a date with you
One day.

The other day I realized something.
I noticed a change in me.
And it was not new.
It had been a few years that
this new part of me had grown into me.
Like I had grown a new *******
or an extra sense of smell.
A sense of smell
that maybe only I and few
strange under sea creatures had.
I was not afraid of trouble any more.
Yes trouble.
I was not afraid of it.
Maybe just like Malcom X
stopped being afraid of it.
The white man’s system is the boogey man.
Trust me
I know.
I am it’s cheap free stolen pillaged ***** oil.
Without me that machine ain’t moving.
I am not proud of that.
We fought them as hard as we could-
cow hide to a bullet
kicked them out of Haiti
with bare knuckles
faced them down esandlwana.
Gave them a taste of a true humanist-
Sankara.
And we are not done yet
cause their yoke is still on our necks.


I always used to stay clear of it.
Trouble I mean.
That fear or call it a way
defined who I was.
And how weak I was to become,
Until now of course
I know tango with
Trouble.
Once I thought of trouble
as I scare about the night and it’s ghastly possibilities.
Then
one day
realizing how my fear of trouble
had broken me.
How flight has tripped me.
I got hold of a thought
and held it close to me
as if it was always mine.
Close like sweaty black arms to rusted steel of an ak47.
I got hold of that thought.
That close.
That thought was
**** trouble
I love trouble
Like I love the night sky that would not be as beautiful if it were not for the night.
Only when darkness visits us
do we only see the beauty of our stars.
With darkness
you learn to love
the little faint light
that shines only at night.
I love my night time cause i have learnt to see its beauty amidst my ruins.

Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
From your shackles
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than the year
1890
catch
I just flipped you a boxfull of
matches
Michael bakunin at the cemetry gate
Barking
Hear his wolf scream
A call to arms
Time of no government
is here
Free yourself from the taranny
The terror of government
Of minister
Of head of state
I met a man who kept that guillotone shining
So when this moment arrives
From dust it will emerge
to redefine our path
Once again
Its long since we the people
Saw a caviar filled
Wine drenched
Head
Rolling in the piazza
Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the rooves/ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than year
1890


They’ve burnt the earth
To rolls royce  around
Showing off their ill gotten gains
Impostors .

The earth is on fire
You next
Trust me
Their conspiracy
Stewing since the first bank note was printed
Their machines are here
Soon
You are surplus material
To be sacrificied
At the alta
Of
1%
Their twisted nirvan

Stoke your own fire
avoid conflagaration
Send the blaze
To their overrated parlament

I got an sms the other day
While on a tube from picadilly to london
The Barbarians are also coming .
Don’t be left behind
Great
grand daughter of the true humanist
The anarchists.

The list is endless
Colonialist
delegation list
Same list
different criminals

soweto is about to sleep
it's 21H47
this side of the world has its back to the sun
its the moon that has our attention
nothing special about this night
beside the fact that  I am telling you about it
soweto is about to sleep
this side of the world has its back to the sun.
I hope your time
on your side of the world
is a pleasant
as this Soweto night.

As the dead dance
the living can't help but dance along with them.

As the dead dance
the liminal door is left ajar.  

Dance dance dance for death sweet child.
I give you only that before you are mine.

As long as you dance death must watch.

Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no wear, ain't got no job
Ain't got no money, no place to stay
Ain't got no father, ain't got no mother
Ain't got no children, ain't got no sisters above
Ain't got no earth, ain't got no faith
Ain't got no touch, ain't got no god
Ain't got no love
Ain't got no wine, no cigarettes
Ain't got no clothes, no country
No class, no schooling
No friends, no nothing
Ain't got no god
Ain't got one more
Ain't got no earth, no ?
No food, no home
I said I ain't got no clothes
No job, no nothing
Ain't got long to live
And I ain't got no love
But what have I got?
Let me tell ya what I've got
That nobody's gonna take away
I got my hair on my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I dot my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my *******
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my ***
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, got my blood
Got life, I got my life

Morning
is
near
hope
drifting
early
nestled
on
fresh
breeze.

The thick smell of *** you never saw fills the room
This the only room you could afford
The false sense of order defeated by the foul smell of ***
If this room could speak it would tell of tales not even your wildest dreams could conjure
I saw a big cockroach while sitting on the warm electrified loo
Cape Town
Always a tale of numerous realities slee

Ngibuhlungu
Zonke izizwe
zisibukela phansi
Kanti nathi nabaholi bethu
sibambhisene ngokuzicikela phansi
Koze kube nini
isimo sethu sinje
izingane zethu ziyolenzani
lelifa lokufa

Can I bathe you just this once
Drape you in your favourite Yellow
Yellow of things yet to come
Colour my life.

Can I bathe you once more.
And this time I will close my eyes to you.
And only listen to the touch of yours to mine.


Can I please just bathe you this once.
And I promise to keep it as such.

6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm
numbers as colours.

Where is your number
2 is the drifter
a clap of thunder.

6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm,
like a black hole
9 is riding too close to my bumper
surrounded
9's all around.

Broke up with her in 90’s
She taped over my Counting Crows VHS
unplugged it was
Never knew youtube
will be here one day
I saw her the other day
maybe i overreacted

Big foot's head fortified
His head screams alone
no mother no father
no brother no sister.
A beast to us
a son to another

darling
there is no way
you are not out there somewhere
in a city
a borough
a village
yet unknown to me.
alone.

I hope you wondering about the idea of
me somewhere
as I pen this note to you
my third eye chances upon you
at the edge of a frozen Geneva lake
next to a stream in Serengeti
around a New York park bench
aboard a trans Siberia train
at a sao paulo concert hall
on a humanitarian mission somewhere
settings worthy of our nearing meeting
I wonder if the thought of a stranger like
me
is as intoxicating as yours is to me
I stopped by to tell you
I left the door slightly ajar
for your eventual arrival
I wait for only you
and my expiry
I know I will see you before that
so
take care of you for me
I will do the same for you
my dear

Qaphela! Kuyingozi ukufunza inhliziyo yakho uvalo nokungabaza.
Bhekana nehlekelele evakashela
impilo yakho ezinhlavini zamehlo  
Uqonde umsusa wayo nqho.
Khumbhula, kunqoba evivile.

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

I am cunning cause of my wounds
Bound up into a tone of bitter flesh
Emitting an odour
Only I can smell - an adour keeping me alive in this mad game called life.

Who knows it
feels it

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

I lick no wounds
no more
I leave them
fester
A pungent reminder of this treacherous  path

Wounds have morphed into eyes
looking backwards - sideways - as I propel forward - gas leaking everywhere - radar broken

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

saddle up dear reader
You too are wounded
Ride like devil's calvary is up on your bumper
Strike like the power of the high veld  thunder
And disappear like a drop in the orange river
They are after your kind
fight old rider
fatigue is not your salvation
your dagger your only way to your true emancipation
fear them no more - they have laid their eyes on you
send your doppelgänger - and get lost in the crowd - after you have struck at the heart of the beast - western civilization

western civilization
the true enemy of humanity
fight like sankara
fight like lumumba
Fight like Dingani
**** the queen

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night
I have seen your agenda
Your sport of drinking black blood
will end.

My words are of absolutely no consequence
In that instance
They failed at a sentence
reticent
senseless
with
certainty.

She loves pork
**** man
I hope she don’t like **** as much
She is close to my address/
She might just be the one
**** she loves pork
My man
Like she loves my ****

Its nigrish I am speaking

He loves guccie
Sings praises for another man’s drink
He got paid he says
I say
He got had
I would love his babies though
They might cut the nouse
Loose

The ones with an invisible spear
Lets wish them
They might just arrive for us

Our love is no love
But mere rhetoric
I am your man
I am your woman
Bleeding
we wear white to our wedding day
and still spit vernom to our own confusion
We hate you white man
Me and my baby we hate you
You took all that was us and made it yours

She loves pork
He loves gucci
Becarful of these reckless lovers
They mean business
Debt incurred
Is debt to be paid by you
and  your future seedlings

She loves pork
I love guns
Guns for pigs

I dreamt I was in a fight for my life
with a lion that turned out to be a dog
the owner spoke Zulu
but he turned out to be an english man
onlookers seemed unbothered by the attack
A second dog joined the assault
ripped my index finger off my hand
still no one intervened
I strangled the second dog to death
and spit on the first one
I was calm during the whole ordeal
as ****** as it was.
Moments later
I decided to wake up cause the fight was unpleasant
In Zulu spirituality  dogs in your dreams represent enemies
cause they came with our colonizers the Britz, the dutch,
french huguenots and the germans.
I woke up and washed in sea salt to cleanse my soul and my centuries old wounds.
I wonder if I should stayed asleep and fought on.
Tonight I would be ready for the **** dog
taking my Shaka Zulu spear to bed.

I said I will pay for it
she said with you life
I would prefer. I said
you fcken out of your mind.
It's just material be real

You got to appreciate
You got to be great
It's a wicked caliber
It's a little story
Some sonic glory
Control
Wicked satellite
Just right
Harder than a gunshot
Hard than the steel
The way of the explosive
Ire
Rasta is Higher
Yeah
Control
Fire.....The soul desire
Mighty, yeah
Youth them a shock out
The youth them shock out
Stepper
So pass the pepper this is hyper
Yeah
Y'all
Next man give some loving
Next man give some loving
Never mind a gun shot
Never mind a lick shot sir
Harder than the gun shot
Quicker than a win chun fighting - right on
Higher
Control
Rock it
Rock it
Rock it
Control
Yush
Mighty
Harder than the gun shot seen
Harder than the steel
The way of the explosive
Ire
Rasta is higher, yeah
Controller
Wicked satellite
Just right, yeah
All night
It's a little story
Some sonic powerful glory y'all
The stronger the breeze
The stronger it blow
Mighty y'all yeah
Jah
Wah, yeah this guy's ultra