your syllables

hmm

chocolate streams,

smooth dreams,

your words

weave worlds

its kinda like

the nile knows

how to flow

mysteriously

it hears your smile

while, with your verbs

you tantalize

and hyptonize

mesmerize

Chieftess,

you speak

-sound you purify

for your sorrow tomorrow

when leaves fall in the water

a poet said she noticed

when we feel a rush of bitter cold

well, we shiver

when You get to feel that

i am there wrapping my arms around you

on telepaths of warmth

on warpaths with tears and memories

when waterfalls or little rivulets

start drawing lines

on your delicately crafted face

i'll be next to you, joining you

holding your hand

and when your heart sobs

my spirit hands will be

holding it gently

rocking it

to a tranquil

distilled peace

and when you close your eyes

in silence

remember

I am with you in your sorrow

I will smile when you smile with me

Dance when you tap your feet

Laugh when you fall

Clap when you crawl

Clean your crap

And strap you in on road trips

Give you tips

When your heart needs mending

And remind you

That I will always



Be your father or brother in spirit

If you want me to be

The spirit that flows in I have a dream

And the hope in I am an African

Bans depleted African beats in my footsteps

So that when the tribal drum sounds the death knell

The end kneels keeling in shackles of my brothers blood

Still I am irie J

Singing, stomping and clapping cause Azania is my hood.

Sneaky, I stole some poems for your facebook page

Could not face the age when discovery would be your sage

A fake rhyme with fake words made worse but my excuse…

 I did, for you and for you only

Held them at gunpoint took them for a metaphor hostage tourney

Streaky, cause I forgot to tell you they were mine in the first place