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.

Lemizamo kudala ndiyi zama-zama
Ndihamba ndibetheka
Ndagoduka ndiqhwalela
Abantu becing'ba ndiyabhampa kanti ndizikhot'amanxeba
Bambi besithi ndizenza kleva kanti ngamava
Abanye bendibona ndiphakamile(ukuphakama) kanti ndikhulile(kukukhula)
Ndayintswela kanti ndiyintswela kuqonda
Imibuzo endizibuza yona ibasinda nabadala
Sikwempa-kwempa iintloko sade saphuma iimpandla
Ndithi ndihamba-hamba ndizibone ndiqubeka ndisiwa , ndizibone ndivuka ndiqond'ba mandisoske ndiqhubeleke
Ndithi ndiyazama kanti ndiyabhatyaza
Ndithi ndiyakha kanti ndiyadiliza
Andiboni kwasisombululo ngathi ndisebumnyameni
Andiboni qu noMdali andithethi ngamaThongo
Nangona nje ndisazi ukuba bakhona, ndiziva ndinesizungu
Ndizohlala ndiyilindele inguqu
Ndihlale ndifudumale luThando neNkolo
Mandibengumnyamezeli ndinga nikezeli
Umvuzo ukhona kwabanomonde
Ekugqibeleni ndiyazi ndizophumelela kuzokhanya

Tis like living in a cube.
Such is the life of solitude.
May have something to do with the mood of attitude,
Maybe aptitude.
Tis neither negetive nor positive
Crisis defies it.
Meditation requires  it.
At birth, we are born solo.
Even twins have singular-individual intervals at birth.
The life we live is individually-singularly solo.
At death, tis a personal departure.
Some of us have made solitude a culture,
However there being no culture in solitude.
As i recall cupid.
When in solitude some of us are mistaken to be stupid,
I guess a magnitude of attitude is requested for one not be lonely when alone.
In solitude many have claimed to achieve self-realisation and greatness,
Perhaps this dimensional cube is to resolve mystery or create new ones.

I find it funny that this moment i'm thinking about love
How its been a minute since i've known love
How i would give a minute of my time
To feel a moment of love
How i will give my whole lifetime to be love
It is amusing to reminisce that i gave a minute of remiss to love when love was around
Now in this present reminiscence of the past,
I'm hoping for a future remitted with love

Lest us compel thyselves unto action
As so does nature
Nature changes from darkness to light
Every day and night
Evolves every night
Grows every day
Keeps us moving with every spin she makes
Never fails to gravitate us unto humbleness
Whilst letting us pride ourselves of our creation
Whilst teaching us to co-exist with other creation
As so we are given freewill
Lest us act in goodwill

While we are told to adapt to survive,
Thina we adjust and thrive

Beyond the horizon,
I dont know what lies there
Only imagination
Imagining what lies beyond the margines
Take myself out off boundering marginal lines
Be it truth or lies
Be it reality or fiction
Until i sleep beyond this earth
I will continue sliping off through bounderies
As i see the horizon endless,
So i imagine myself limitless beyond the endless horizon

Almost did fall for you
Almost did love you
Almost did fall for your charms
Almost did get addicted to you
Almost did get hooked on you until the hook slipped off
Almost did bear my grandchildren

I am constantly attempting away,
Away from the mentality of judgement of others
Acknowledging my own imperfections
Knowing there has never been a measure of perfection
But just the expression of our intellectuality
However, There has and always is a measure of imperfection
Yet, we rather shy away from reality
And label them failures and ours mistakes
Illusioning/illuding our own mentalities of judgement
The reality is,
There is a reason why we are all different
And that reason should not make any difference
Same as the reason we need many-different ingredients to make one final product

Money was made by a person
Career was made by a person
Material riches was made by a person
Soul was created by the creator
If that we as people can overstand

(Hail-all-Jah)
HalleluJah
Africa heil all mighty creator
Sons and daughters of the soil
Cover foil baptised in fossil oil
Spirit brethed by the Creator Thyself
Gods below angels, gods above angels
Wealth of freewill,
Wealth of wisdom
Soil wealthy with minerals, minerals composing earth
Birth by mother-nature
Minerals baptised by fire become power
Minerals burned become fossil
Multiply freewill with power , you equal wealth
"Apply yourself to supply your wealth"
It is what we inherit from the creator,
With all the inherited creation of the galaxy
With each planet inheriting its own creation
"Let your will be done on earth as it is in heaven"
Directed by the stars (angels) in the galaxy
Wealth is by ancestor from the creator,
Hallelujah
(Hail-all-Jah)

I gave you time, you wanted more
I gave you love, you wanted more
I gave you me, you wanted more
The more i give, the more you take
The more you want, the more i need
I give you all until there is nothing more to give
And yet i feel empty without you
And yet i feel you don't fill my emptiness
You are shallow with happiness
I am hallow in halo with happiness with peace
Seems we are living parallel lives
As we are living in parallel times
Experiencing parallel emotions

I am not an expect when it comes to love, thats why i'm just gonna speak about you and me.
There is no we without double-you and me on the opposite spectrum.
They say three times a charm, hence, mind , soul and body.
You and I seem to be paralled by a dilemma between us.
Honestly I want to be honest,
With you however honesty will hurt but at times hurt does bring healing.

I don't say I love you, not that I don't however I would be lying because I don't know what love is anymore.
I don't say I love you, just to bring you pain but I know the pain when you realise it has been used in vein.
I don't say I love you, not that I hate you but love has hurt you and me.
I don't say I love you, not that I am a player but I want our own little play of love to bring meaning to the words.
I don't say I love you, not that I have pride however for pride to be silenced by the noise of our trust.
I don't say I love you, not that I want you to be unhappy but for us to be happy inlove.

The honesty of it is that love hurts more than a thorn in your heel,
Hurts more than a broken rib,
Hurts more than any scar.
See, love hurts so bad that we build fortknox walls to protect ourselves,
But the people brought by life into our lives knock our walls down and leave us with insecurities.

That is the reality.
In reality we miss each other that we give each other headaches,
And the headaches at times, make us not even stand the thought of one another,
Yet the very thought of each other brings joyful happiness to one another.
See, reality is tricky because reality is life.
At times in reality you cannot stand being together , And,
At times at the same time cannot stand being apart.

That's where understanding is needed.
In reality we have all been hurt and have scars as evidence to prove it.
But the trick is, in reality
You cannot exhibit those scars to prove insecurity, dishonesty, lack of understanding, pain, hurt, love.
The reality of it is that you can only prove life with them.

And life itself is full of life,
That's the reality of it and not wishful thinking.
However being wishful and thinking are part of life,
Meaning you are living in reality,
So you and I being alive also in thought,
Also in emotion cannot help being wishful of love as we are human afterall.
Wishes that pain is eliminated by love always,
That all disappointment is eliminated by love,
Love eliminates all.
Wishing that all can witness us happy inlove.
Wishing that there can only be smiles not frowns.
Wishing only for laughters not cries.
Wishing for pleasures not troubles.
Wishing for real love and hoping for honesty.
To be honest,
For us to wish-away the reality and not accept life as living,
are killing love itself.

I been taking a jab in my mental,
About the jab that is being jabbed.
Being jabbed of the so-called cure, of the so-called pandemic.
Prevention is better than cure.
I guess,
The mental juggles,
How do we cure the cure ?
I ask,
Because we are not being jabbed with information about the cure,
Only the physical.
I guess,
The medical shuns the constitutional.
What is health to the laws of nature ?
What is our DNA nature to the future ?
We say we are thinking about the future.
I ask,
Are we really thinking about the future ?
I say,
Let us ask nature.
The very nature of our existance.
We cannot ask the future generation,
We can only think for them.

I still strive until i can strive no more
I will love until i can love no more
I will succeed until i can succeed no more
I will laugh until i can laugh no more
I will speak until i can speak no more
I will give until i can give no more
And will not give-up no more
I have suffered that i can suffer no more
I have learnt and still want to learn more