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

There shouldn't pass one hour without humour in one's lifetime/ lifespan
Some think there is no honour in humour
Some in their lives make humour a rumour
Some just don't understand the life brought by laughter
Humour makes life's baggages lighter
Funny that laughter increases one's lifespan
Is it perhaps why its called a 'funny-bone'
Ain't no happiness when one wears a frown
Life's baggages may weigh one down,
Let it be a laughing matter
With triumph comes true stories of laughter
Laughter from humour eliminates worries
Humour has started families
Humour has built friends
Humour has united countries
I say there is a lot of honour in humour
Hobbies in humour
Careers in humour
Wisdom in humour

Sitting here indecisive if im hungry or not
Mentally battling if i should eat or starve myself
I consciously have a weak and frail thought however the idea is too big to ignore
To ignore the fact that , while i play around with my gift of choice, there are people "out there" who don't have that luxury of choice but to starve
That there are people who would be grateful even if gifted with crumbs of anything
Is this even something I should be thinking or just stop wasting time and be eating, I ask myself
The thing is this is eating me up deep in thought
Knowing that thinking and not acting is only dreaming
I decide to starve myself in their respect
Still, that if using their name to ease my guilt by starving myself will solve anything
However they are litteraly starving and still a matter of choice
What do I do, where do I begin, I ask myself
I won't let anyone surpress my progress of my baby step

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

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

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

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

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

I understand
You dont understand
I understand because its a matter of understanding
That there is no understanding between us
Either you stand against or for me
Either you stand under or above me
The fact of the matter is,
Its not where I am standing
We may stand apart or together
But
Where I stand, I stand alone
You are not the only one with a misunderstanding,
I admit
I too get confused by your understanding
It all boils down to a matter of understanding
Lets just disagree to agree

(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)

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

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.

No matter how many naked partners with you have been
No matter how many times you can be naked in the name of "Isiko neSithethe"
No matter how you can be naked in the presence of a naked soul
No matter how naked your thoughts are
No matter how naked you say things
No matter how naked you can see things
No matter how naked you hear things
No matter how naked you do things
Is the mind really naked ?
Is the mind naked from the sight of pain and poverty ,
Naked from the thoughts of the conscience conscious shouting and standing up for action of Love and Roots
If so what are your thoughts on how to dress it

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

Qiniseka
Ngokuqinisekileyo
Uqhawule amaqhina
Uwonyuke amaqhina
Uqengqeleke kwamanye amaqhina
Uzoqina
Uqaqambe ubeliqina
Kuyenzeka ukuqhatheka
Qiniseka
Ufunde ubungqina
Ufune amangqina
Konke kuyagqitha
Konke awunokugqiba
Kuyaqaqanjelwa
Kuyaqaqanjeliswa
Qina ngokuqiniseka
Yithi gqolo ngokuqhama
Uqhamise iziqhamo eziqaqambileyo
Uboqaphela
Uziqoqoshe
Nabanye ubaqoqoshe
Xa simanyene siqinile
Isiqhelo siyayoyisa ingqondo
Qala ngezokuqala kuqala
Xa uqalile gqiba
Xa ugqibile qala
Konke ukwenze ngokuqiniseka

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

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

What is a sacrifice ?
Does it have to cost ?
Does it have to be mutually beneficial ?
Does it have to be beneficial at all ?
Why do we do sacrifices ?
Is a sacrifice a need or want ?
A question from the mind
A question for the soul
Sacrelegious making sacrifices
It is the body which will act on the sacrificial choices and bear the sacrificial sequences
Mind, Body, Soul being equal, full circle
Some make sacrifices under the night full circle, full moon
Some make sacrifices under the day full circle, the sun
There are many sacrifices we do subconsciously
Yet consciously don't recognise are sacrifices
And visa versa
In Economics , opportunity cost
In life , choices
Traditionally , rituals
Religiously , religion
All men, Omen, Amen