With all this data in the clouds,
Its Raining data,
Its somewhat good, somewhat bad
With this wifi coverage

Which is which,
And if you dont know,
Which is which,
Dont go on a which hunt
(Witches witch,
And if you dont know,
Witches witch,
Dont go on a witch hunt)

Im not in the study of appeasing appellations
Appeased by applauds
Im brainstorming this study
Typhoons of thought
Rains of memory
Winds of peace
Thunders of ideas
Snows of regret
This is not seasonal,
Just a continuous cycle

I see Ukraine
I see Gaza
Let me show you Sudan
Maybe you will see the whole world
The bigger empathy picture
With these words im not fighting for attention, least not sympathy
I feel like if we zoom-in on each piece of the puzzle,
We may never finish the photo-album

I think we are past the warming up stage
Things have heated up,
And going to the extremes
The cooking has begun and we still chopping down ingredients
If we dont stir down this heat we going into deep fry
Cooling off is for meta the dish is done
All this heat from the fires , we about to have coal for breakfast
All we doing is demonstrations,
And talking about demonstrations
While the globe is riding on a wave of heat sweatlessly
Using resources to budget for ourselves,
While we are economising on economies of scale for the planet

And they revenge is best served cold

You dont quit until you quit life,
You dont call it quits,
You dont call it at all
You just drop the line dead
Noone knows the deadline,
So be your own lifeline

A year's cycle later,
Its my day of birth

If i fix it
If i apologise
If i repent
If its not right its not right

A planted seedling such is life
Under the heft of the soil
Darkness from the sun
Feeling earth the burden
Yearning for photosynthesis
To breakthrough
The beginning of new life
Striving Underground
Does not mean theres no growth
All this work is not seen by thyself even
By the time it shows , its rooted
Roots bare the stem
Harvest born from experience

So young yet so old as i
I may be a wild plant  but I pollinated you
You have my intellect
I have your wisdom
Such an old spirit
How can i foresake the gods,
Knowing they have channeled you through me
Destiny is pre-destined
Thus called gift of the present
You may love me,
I must love you
You and i have a bond stronger than telepathy
If i complete this cycle of life then such is life
Fact is you are the future,
Noone wants an imbalanced one
I didnt nurture you so nurture yourself like i had to do just like you

I of Africa, Africa for i
Are my ancestor, my future generation
My grandfather, my grandmother
My father , my mother
My brother, my sister
My nephew, my niece
My uncle, my aunt
My cousin, my neighbour
My son, my daughter
My root, my stem
My spirituality , my beliefs
Are the air i breathe,
Are the water i drink,
Are the food i eat,
My seasons, my memories
My happiness, my love
My experience, my wisdom
Africa you are me and i, you

Online posts ,
Not the post office
Emails,
Not the post office
Courier services at our door step,
Drones with deliveries,
New applications called "Apps"
Even put santa clause out of business
Not the post office
Ordering online with payments online
Paper trailing the postmaster office
With no cash injection
Why stand in line when you can checkout
Video calls and skype
Not one for the hype, office of the post
People are working from home,
Still battling with retrenchment and unemployment
Surviving debt-review and business-rescue and budget-cuts
This life also needs adjustments to adaptation,
Post occurances to befit currents
Like cold war office, post world war

Mean what you say,
What is said should be meant at the least
At most be truthful
So you dont feel minimal when saying it
But maximal
Without being mean
Yet meaningful
Even if thy saying be bitter ,
Thy taste of feeling shall be sweet

With confusion
As to why blood hates blood
Is it not suppose to be thicker than water
Istead of flowing like water to the drain
Those genetics
Water down the drain
Memories
Water under the bridge
Bridges between planets
Is heaven another planet
Heaven's will does not seem to be done on earth
What kind of heritage does that culture

Comp.***.
Computing.***.
Computing assistant
Like "smart-***"
Quickly turned into a mockery for the man onboard
Onboard the computing assistant's importance
During voyage
Importance is of the destination
Not the distance, thats just a drastic measure
Longitude and latitude
The rest is up and down to nature
In the vast see of nothingness
Where everything began
Manifestation of hope
In anticipation
Trust in a route unknown
To achieve the wealth of the land
New tools for guidance are devised
Even for my own instinct
And knowledge turns to theory of doubt
Wisdom left dumbstruck
Envisioned in the beginning
And everything with manifestation ends
Inbetween reality
Theres no time to rest even in favourable winds
Until the destination is reached and goods undocked
Unloaded , unpacked
Be my own compass while i row
To get my ducks on a row
Not a sitting duck on the bank of the dock
Go below deck
And play the cards in my deck
Destiny has to be dealt with a straight face
My sleeves are drawn
Veins pumping to and fro the heart
For the migration season
Atleast a messenger-pigeon
Watchout for the eagle,
Birds of prey like the vultures

It takes action,
For things to be done
No matter the thought,
The emotion
Perhaps even the ability
Do
Good things that is

Born out of sin
Even the fact we are born ,
Is a scene
Every action is a sin
Even thought
And emotion
Then how is redemption ?!

Having a child is a gift
Raising them is not
Just another reminder
You dont always get what you wish for
How you wish
No matter the outcome

searching,
Trying to find the path ,
already embarking on
knowing not which way to take
All to know is to journey forward
No matter the direction
Once bitten twice shy
deceiver impartially
Seeking shade from the sun star gazing
shiver at thy future
And cringe constantly
Bursting out with a sprint to start this race
Only to find out its a marathon to walk
This is a different kind of race, one not man-made
But for the human race
Where the race continues even when one wins
settle for consolation prizes , not knowing the real prize
a character exercise if to guess
Nice to meet  fellow travellers
how to greet lately
hope will be the first to aid
aim for the heart
Try to pump oxygen to the brain
And breathe life to the soul
So as to live a full life on the road
Those who already know the way, please shed light
searching,
Trying to find the path
already embarking on
Knowing not which way to take
foolish trying to find wisdom
blindsighted trying to see the light
Attempted at knowledge through intelligence
knowing not to do with when  the destination is reached
trading tools for the path none knows
Lonely amongst people, singular in plural
In sight of no referee nor coach,
The organiser bears the responsibility
Participation should not cease

These eyes are for seeing nature ,
Not to stare at into your soul
So please!
These hands are for working,
Not to hold your hand
So please!
These arms are for lifting
Not to cuddle
So please!
These feet are for transportation
Not for scrolling in parks
So please!
The heart is for pumping blood
And nothing else
So please!
The mind is for thot
Not for your memories
So please!
These ears are to hear wisdom
Not your baggage
So please!
Genetiles are used for reproduction
Not for making love
So please!
These teeth are for chewing
Not to be smiling at you
So please!
These lips are for talking
Not to be kissing you
So please!
This tongue is for tasting
And nothing else
So please!
None of my senses could sense you slipping through my fingers, and sensing the danger ahead
Its common sense that what doesnt **** you makes you stronger

I may not be wise,
But nothing phases me nomore
You may love me today, and hate me tommorow
That dont phase me
You may be loyal today and betray me tommorow
Nothing phases me anymore
You may be a friend today , an enemy tommorow
I am not phased by that
Blood may be thicker today and water-under-the-bridge tomorrow
That still doesnt phase me
Even loss does not phase nomore

The South African,
And even at large the continental economy,
Is rough on bankers and economists alike,
It has become a hub for capitalist business,
Corrupt politicians sharing the spoils,
Coffers not safe
Left-overs given to criminals
And the crumbs for the citizens
Each party in cylo even in cylos
Even race has lost the race to poverty
The runner-up being unemployment
Local investment is not even in the race
People have lost their ability to govern their patience
Essentially the economy is ungovernable by policies
It has become artificially influenced by patterns and trends,
By globalisation
With the only investment being foreign
Whilst local resources and labour
Are being exploited
Even the world bank is alarmed by the 80/20 wealth proportionality ratio
Its all about economies of scale ,
Margins and bottomlines
Sometimes even tax is not profiting
Debt has captured even the debt-collectors,
And tax-practioners alike
Making it difficult even to debit creditors
Black-economic-empowerment struggling to break-even,
Making it a loss trajectory
Entertainment industry booming whilst tourism is strough
No recovery from fraud
Crime at its peak
The economy is reflecting its health status that there is no adequate intensive care,
And no unity,
Even in classes by educational wealth
Imports does not produce exports
Not to mention the ports-system
Cant even afford to pay attention to service delivery
Subsidy housing erected everyday,
And yet there is no adequate infrastructure
It is a tendering system
Informal industry petitioning to be formalised
Whilst formal sector is behaving informally
The supreme housing of policy we knew as the parliament has become
A magic circus
The show sold to the highest bidder
Whilst the reserve bank has a weak bladder
So many loopholes in the system,  
In constitution the economy has no scapegoat,
The agricultural industry is not alive,
Development is banked
When we do a post-honourous dissection,
We see natural disasters instead of manmade causes

What is afterlife
OR is it just a void where living is not existent after death
Is it parallel to the life we are living
Is it opposite to the life we are living
I know it is beyond our control,
But what about our grasp
If the future is today's actions
Then if there is life afterlife, what kind of future would be better lived
If life is non-existant in a void in the afterlife,
Then why do we have such a strong belief
That we even create in our imagination vision of a world living,
With life different to the current life
Sometimes we are afraid
Sometimes we are yearning
All the time we are having this constant belief
All the time we agree of afterlife being spiritual
Then what is life,
Spiritual or physical or mental or emotional
That we need even to consider life after
Then why even consider afterlife if we are already living
Than to believe we are transcending with death
Why do we believe that there is another-life,
That we will live worse or better

Just keep on to the beaches ,no matter what seasons
You never know when tides might change
Theres high tides, theres low tides
Just know what type of observer you are,
Are you a surfer,
Or a swimmer
Dont mind if seas or oceans
The mission is one
And you are the only participant

Causing seizure in the scenery,
Cause i seize my opportunity for the greenery
Rejecting scrutiny,
You sow what to reap,
People acting like grim-reapers ,
Even the grim-reaper is in danger
With this evolution adventure
People seeking immortality
Through cloning and spirituality then proving it scientifically neverminding it naturally as long as we are advancing technologically

Tell tales tentalising testicles and genetiles, guts and bone-morrow
Humidity intimidating humility
If sight be unseen of signs, sound not heard hearing echoeing
Turbulance in balanced emotion tilting logic can still be felt

Can enable ability
Increase chances of productivity
Community not united in poverty
Starvation of philosophical thought critically

Im having difficulty with wealth
Im having difficulty with family
Having difficulty
With women
With friends

Come to think of it,
I have had difficulties with socialising
Difficulties with expression

All these difficulties must have arisen from the difficulty of losing my father and the difficulty of dealing with that at a young age
And then the difficulties my grandmother had when raising me, instead of my mother

Currently swept by current of the continousness of these difficulties
Difficulties like stereotypes
Religious barriers

Dont quit the journey on tripping on a rock when we on a journey to move mountains

Instead of a gentleman even a methodistman, they got me behaving like a *******

This then emanates in me by the difficulty of raising my daughter through/by a single mother
And im here striving for generational wealth

Y(chromozone) is/are always solving for X(chromozone)

Let
Y-chromozone be Men
X-chromozone be Women

If
Y is the solver,

Then,
What is X

Solve for X

The sun rises, the sun sets
Inbetween its rays is distance measured by time
At times we experience life's seasons at the sametime
Sometimes we experience being the living dead
Alive outside , dead inside
Challenging the grim reaper to a battle of life with death being the prize
Hindsight buzzing with afterlife never seen
Whilst eyesight is blind to the beauty of life
All this global warming does not do me warmth inside still
The addrenelin of the moonlight send chills down my spine
Pees pease of the same pod in a poor ***
Wanting piece of the pie when i dont even understand the pie-chart
Pyramids, Pisces, pirates, pastors, paradox
From dawn to dusk to dawn
New age of the new era is an old saying,
Because there nothing new under the sun,
Even an eclypse
Days to weeks,  to months, to years, to decades, to centuries, to millennium
The sun sets, the sun rises

As i rise from the ashes,
I dust myself off the dust of the ashes
Although im the son of the soil
And so shall i return like the soil i am
My journey's wit trying not to wither away
I may trip and fall on this trip of ego
I have to still stand and proceed
This i have to do for my seed
Noone knows to what extent life is continuous
So arise the need to always be victorious
To an extent  have become vicious,
Although not to victimise victims
The vices i employ from advices hath maketh me devise malicious advances
Anticipating the day i will be flying high like birds of prey such as the Phoenix
Still i have to be patient as the Sphinx
Take time with every step to step out of the paradigms of pyramids and theorems
Pharaohs are my ancestry,
Dynasties is my accendence,
The world is my kingdom
My baptismal of fire has given me rite of passage to the throne
Lust, greed, evil, in my empire i do not condone
For like a mason i have built myself to be the temple of the creator.

Its bewildering to know we have become slaves of our own desires
We commanded everything when we came to this world
Now money makes our world go 'round,
Not even Micheal Jackson can rock this world now
Yet we taught ourselves what we needed,
We taught ourselves that citrus-orange is desirable than citrus-lemon,
That honey is better-healthier than sugar
We used to communicate with our bodies to unlock knowledge (wisdom)
Like when we having ice to cooldown then we have "brain-freeze" then we know we have had too much,
And that too much of everything is not good
We have become a band of banditts
We used to be on par with the bars of standards we set ourselves on benches of  the bar ,
Now we are behind bars unconstitutionally and thats not gold bars not to us,
Our consciousness of conscience is barred with hard steelness
Our situation has lost stability,
And now are intensively critically undersiege
We blame our demons, forgetting we have the power over them
Maybe its because of these demonstrations of non-action
Unable to heal from wounds of our past bruises,
Because of the food we eat,
And thats food for thought

Have a time of your life, this is your timeline)
Theres nothing new under the sun, said Emperor Haile Selasi's ancestor, The wise king Solomon the star of King David
In this kingdom of galaxies, life is not a rehearsal
For some mistakes theres no reversal
And pain is universal like the weather
(You have to be robin' hood, coz you have been robbed of your princehood of your dynasty),
(Thats just dynamics of life, dynamite comes in small packages)
Be at peace that you gonna get a piece of devine dividends
Coz the world is far from innocence
As above as below
Let thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven
The creator judges us for sin
We the people judge each other for crimes against each other
(Rise in peace in Sudan)
Be at peace like a monk coz he finds his from deep inside,
Connecting to spirituality tranquility beyond infinity
Do you think you can find sanity in insanity of confusion
Love is the law, unconditionally
Love thy neighbour even though they dont love you back
And dont get cheeky, turn the other chick
And just salam alaykum , halleluJah to Allah
Charity begins at home , even if they treat you like a charity case, on your case
Im not even gonna mention friends,
(Coz theres many different kinds,
Theres natural,  theres unnatural
An enemy of my enemy is my friend and a friend of my friend is my friend)

...We rebirth, also through baptismal
So when you go through baptismal of fire ,
Just more fire like a Rastafari
And let the inferno el nino deep inside erupt like a flood of lava
And scorch to ashes the demons in the depths of your deepest darkness
And rise like a Caterpillar of  a phoenix-dragon breathing fire
Dont take externalities to heart, (exhale)
But usher it like through the red sea, dont let it burn like Usher
Gold is converted through heat
And pressure makes diamonds
Dont reach for the body ,reach for the soul as that is the true being
As we are not in battle with flesh and blood but with evil , spiritually lurking from the shadows, in search to devour and destroy
Keep calm and steel-still in silence
Seek wisdom

From a place of disposition i sit and deposit thoughts of emancipation into action from intuition to reposition  my dispensation depo
Depriving lack cutting it not even abit of slack
Sometimes fishing yourself out of desolation can be a life line
And sometimes not judging a fish by its ability to climb a tree is not selling yourself short of sushi
Sometimes money does grow on trees like wattle into charcoal, marijuana to hemp, mushrooms, seaweed to medicine
Just because we have yet to find a cure to the ailment does not mean it does not exist
Sometimes the pain is the outcome of the indication not the source of hurt
Eureka hallelujah, hallelujah eureka

I know listening is a skill,
But is it the same with patience ?
Can patience be acquired ?
OR are you born patient?
Does it come with growth ?
OR does it come with genetics ?
I ask 'cause I cannot seem to grasp it's existence
Perhaps if I can do abit of patience training,
Then I can master it like a skill
Maybe it needs to be worked on as talent
I don't know if it has any significance OR
It is just a delay in time
Timing dating coincidence, moment dating time
I can't even figure-out if it's a need OR want
I can't even tell the difference between waiting and (being) patient

Can't wait to shun these thoughts when it's my turn

I stand ***** , having corrected my errors
Turned my misfortunes to fortunes of wisdom
Nobody is perfect, but it feels perfect when things come together as people
With my backbone straight, I have a better view of the future ( not to say the present is better than the past)
Positive anticipation has made an optimistic out of me ( in all spheres of life. Mentally, Metaphysically, Spiritually)
The content of the matter should be the angle of perspective (or is it the other way round?)
Fed by faith, drunk by belief
I ******* progressive actions, eking out
As things happen by being done
I still have my fair share of mistakes up my sleeve, as that's how we learn (but not the same sleeve I wear my heart )
Having the confidence to face the Creator, the world and it's people , makes all the difference
I may not be different but I'm indifference

The feeling of despair, makes one feel impaired
Stuck, in the repetition of questioning rationalisation
Should I have dared to inflict more care
To what satisfaction is my ignorance
Inflated despair causes desperation, to my realisation

When sense makes no sense
When one's world is upside-down
When there is conflict between interest and intention and action
That's when despair we meet

Feeling loss of control
Forgetting, not everything is in your control
Faith broken with no hope of repair
Internal conflicting with external

I dare say being despair is feutal
As we grow we learn the wisdom that life is eternal
Life experience of experience occurs even unintentional
Emotions are there until they are there no more
The logical healing of despair is the beauty of life

Penning words on paper is liberation ( for me)
To be simply put
You talk about deforestation
I say we were using it (wood) for cooking anyway before we moved to electricity
So I can write plak-cards about global warming
Writing is liberating to me in a way that I see my thoughts becoming reality
It may seem old-school fashioned with this technology around
The way ink touches paper still touches me the same way as when I met poetry
Even though sometimes I have to transfer it to digital to share with those who care
I still love inking on paper
I love expressing all different kinds of emotions and thoughts this way
And now I feel I should express how this way of expression makes me feel

I feel like i need a fresh-start,
The feeling i have with the present is worn-out,
So worn-out i need refreshments
Temptation has burned-me-out,
Focus torn-apart, that i have conflict of interest
New beginings, the pattern has become dull
I feel i cannot continue with(in) the present
I have been on this present-continuous that i have sweat(ed) even my tears
Contemplation has sped (speed) me down
I have sweat(ed) so much that i am stinking,
Stinking of regrets
Stinking of mistakes
Stinking of failures
Stinking of wisdom
I have (grown) out-grown my mother's womb
I am powerless (for) to reverse the hands of time
How do i start afresh? How do i begin anew?
I think i should start afresh by changing my way of thinking
Learn from my mistakes, so i can make better decisions and actions
Change my perspective in and of life, so as to feel brand-new
Why do i need to start afresh?
Do i perceive myself a failure?
Am i not satisfied with the outcomes of my decisions?
Do i even have a decision to make ?
Do i feel too heavy the burden of my responsibilities ?
Am i too ashamed ?
Whatever the reason , i believe a new begining will make me fresh with (new) energy,
If we are really particles of atoms, protons, neurons, etc of life
If time-travel was proved existing, would i want to keep my memories ?
Would changing everyone and everything help ?
Let me begin by rising above all the thoughts and emotions like a tide,
Wash them off-shore (like) with a wave of tsunami

I praise the creater for thought (Thot)
I try to use the present of the gift,
Rather than understand ( overstand) it
There are alot of thoughts i find myself processing
Some thoughts i strive for reality,
Some thoughts i dont mind if they dont come to life
During the thought process in my mind, body and soul
Some thoughts pass through my mental machinery with the speed of light,
Some are sent to storage for later processing (use)

I used to be big on life,
Now i am big in life.
Tis all because i decided to let bygons be (bygons),
And focus on new beginings.
Off the bat hits of life like its the begining of new innings,
'Cause all bats are on the table,
And all bets are off.
Living life raw hence all gloves are off.
They say 'the gods must be crazy' to have me as an offspring,
Whilst im in my meditational contemplation,
Of springing from continent to continent,
Galaxy to galaxy for my next home-run.
The Creator being my basis,
Gallaries and gallaxies i will use for my bases.
Knowing i am the son of the soil in my soul,
I stay unbilical coded to mother-nature.
Culture and tradition be the foundation,
Deeply rooted the fortress to retreat-home.
Rooting-off all regrets
With their repeat habbits,
Whilst studying my mistakes.
Changed the conceptualisation off hobbies,
Into entertaining activities of progress.
Believing in hope,
And having hope in beliefs.
Distinguished in differentiation,
Of data to information,
Information to knowledge,
Knowledge to intelligence,
Intelligence to wisdom.
As i am in the dominion of the wise,
I rise to dominate the (non/un)wise with the wise.

VisaVersa has turned to VersaVisa
People want to be machines, machines want to be people
Animals want to be people, people want to be animals
Angels want to be people, people want to be angels
Enemies want to be friends, friends want to be enemies
Summer wants to be winter, winter wants to be summer
Ice wants to be water, water wants to be ice
Criminals want to be police, police want to be criminals
Men want to be women, women want to be men
Power wants to be money, money wants to be power
Adults want to be children, children want to be adults
Nuns want to be parents, parents want to be nuns
Bachelors want to be couples, couples want to be bachelors
Divorcees want to be married, married want to be divorcees
Truth wants to be lies, lies want to be the truth
Wealthy want to be poor, poor wants to be wealthy
Hate wants to be love, love wants to be hate
Islam wants to be christian, christian wants be muslim
Wise want to be foolish, foolish want to be wise

IngaNdinga funz'abalambileyo
Inga ndinga lumkis'abaziziyatha
Inga ndinga khanyisel'abasebumnyameni
Inga ndingomelez'abangenamandla
Inga ndinga phakamis'abawileyo
Inga ndingaphilis'abagulayo
Inga ndingafudumez'abagodolayo
Inga ndingathuthuzel'abadakumbileyo
Inga ndingatyebis'amahlwempu
Inga ndingakhel'abangenaphahla phezukweentloko zabo
Inga ndingaluthando kwabakhohlakeleyo
Inga ndingayinyaniso kwabangenayo
Inga ndingaluxolo kwabangenalo
Inga ndingakhulula amatyathanga kwaba basemakhamandeleni

Up until now, i have never known neutrality as a feeling.
As i am feeling neutral. Motionless, Emotionless .
Feeling as between but not inbetween.
Neutral as in the epicentre of feeling,
Not disregarding any emotions yet having no regard for them irregardlessy.
Not out of control, in control yet incontrol.
It feels like another state of being,
Not inhuman but a state beyond human being.
Not powerful, not powerless but still,
Everything in this state feels still.
It is a natural occuring meditational state, awake,
A state between the yin-and-the-yang.
Everything is equally equilibriumly balanced.
Calmness and peace overcome the whole being,
As this is new to me, i have no grasp nor comprehension.
My feeling is my interpretaion, my interpretation is my feeling.
Neutral.

Nature of creation does not yield to my desires
Instead mother-nature commands me to her demands
Compelling me to forfeit my freewill, while she does as she pleases
Unpleasant for father-time , whom waits for no man
In an attempt to keep up with the times, taxing nature with these man-made creations.
While i was trying to make a contribution back to creation for my existance
Inowadays to make a living i have to earn
Due to the high cost of living , i cannot afford to leisure
Some items i cannot even afford to pay the cost of their attention
I can do anything here on earth with freewill wherest nature is powerful than me
Somethings require patience to be achieved wherest i have limited time here on earth
From birth to death i have to abide by laws of nature
The creator knows my weaknesses and strengths and fears and wishes
Therefore i will play by the rules for my purpose

Engulfed in imagination
Vision of health, wealth
I did not see myself foolish enough not to imagine me wise
Picturing the journey in my mind
Physically enduring the requisists of reality
Still in my mentality
I see myself humble
I see myself respectful and returned
I see myself loyal and returned
I see myself happy
I see myself loving and returned
I see myself spiritual
Having heard once a saying ( not sure the author nor the utterer),
"Vision without action is dreaming but vision with action equalls success."
Both these realms don't heed to my command , by the looks of the sum
Sometimes even lose control of my emotions, by them
Deeds should and will be done with the freewill and power vested in me by the creator.