Tsatso, my friend

The music stays with the beats that you play
strawberry jam sandwiches fam; happily,
Soon the typhoons and the cool fools will drool
with the envy of your sun and my very own moon spoon
please mob my soul with your thunder-smile and heal my sob
my Daks of London, my place of warm happiness 
my move, your groove; fluffy panda bear
the fire is with you and the shell is within me.

Could you be?

Little small trips
falling bits and
sand pieces in space
at ease with the peace
ticklish when you smile

Please what is it, with that smile of yours?

Soul waterfalls in the stars
herb harmonies
war pieces at the kurb
babes in the burbs
you dance betwixt the silences
Little miss red
Riding in my hood
By the pool by the pond
The Mint teas and the chicken salads
the Green trees and the spring breezes

hint hint nudge nudge maybe you will budge
Maybe someday one day
i'll be fly as a kite and sing you this balad
by the cullen benches deep in the trenches
purple my purple my people
colour me purple and yellow and green
as you please...

but,
Please what is it, with that smile of yours?

If I were my cousin I would write this to you, Rest In Peace cousin

Last Night we saw the force
Like fire it was done, we crept under falling tears
Like all the rights that we wronged
Where we had been and what,
we did it;
We drank, we sang, we drove and
made love to happiness
gallivanting guava-pink-drinks highlights
Dipanana!
memories draw lines of longing
on this never ending beach lava sand
Friend,
So smooth all-round, in-between and under my feet

Last night was our last night my love
Today we say goodbye
See you again
In soon coalescent lifetimes
We will live our fairy-tale
In the skies, heavens and magnificent clouds
My love.
The dust and rain will settle;
In God we trust.

Rough Notes of The Heart

I write letters that love your heart alphabets
You see, I see the sea the ocean
Sweetness, Chocolate Rama, Castle in my lager
When You conquer my fears with tears

Soul Rebel
Frida Kahlo
Nomzamo
Lioness Picasso
Empress Fidel Castro
Sistren Che Guevarra

You see, you paint pink rebellion
When you fight my world
halt to a stand still
Smoothness, queen of my mothership
Leadership...

We breathe gain.

Lets cross that river, I'll build that raft.

Leader lead, cross the river we shall, she said.
staring in my eyes from far, mind racing
The leader looses the plot only to regain it he hopes
Hits a tot falls into a trot to her salvation
He is her Army

Bobbing and bouncing around in his thought
Dancing like its the last dance even if it was
He retreats for control, just for control
To learn his power to lead; he is ready
Readiness is now, it is will power

Lets cross that river, I'll build that raft.
With your help, the leader says
rubbing his neck,
with a smile.
Like a song I don't have to see,
played live.

Yes You

Rose metals your smile and your voice mental prose
instrumentals you bang my cymbals
in symbols
it is simple my dimples
you take me to sentimental trips
... take me.

phenomenal phenomenon
phantom of my Mamerotse opera
Soprano at the base of dreams strawberry cream
0
Rose metals your smile and your voice mental prose
instrumentals you bang my cymbals
in symbols
it is simple my dimples
you take me to sentimental trips
... take me.

Roll my dice queen make me King

Run things bling in my eye-ball idol

Beat the beats make my fire my heat

Drumbeats heartbeat heavens my heat

Your Number one fan

... take me.

Rose metals your smile and your voice mental prose
instrumentals you bang my cymbals
in symbols
it is simple my dimples
you take me to sentimental trips
... take me.

To Gezina via Orlando to Montana

African footprint rhythms my queen

My City

My Heaven

My bliss

Sweet kisses

My spring Jacaranda tree

My Mrs

... take me.

Rose metals your smile and your voice mental prose
instrumentals you bang my cymbals
in symbols
it is simple my dimples
you take me to sentimental trips
... take me.

Yes You
... take me.

Stop Signs

Living to be stopped
dreaming about the top
stop sign everywhere we look
stopped by the breathing cook
declared ungrateful april fool
accept you are a system tool
and so and so on we get told

groped by inequality
in  short left corners brevity
situation is gravity
new-clear,  simplicity
town to town, city to your city
Joburg-Pretoria
Bloem-Stellenbosch
Capetown-Grahamstown
and on and on the list goes on

still we cannot breathe
we living to be stopped