Just while im on cell recharge

fire water in blazing babylon

two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly

No wonder we enjoyed the black swan

and instead of the black and white 

we are twenty four hours a kaizer chips fan film metaphorically

and we can watch soccer together even though you dont really like it generally

Remember in the rust in the bergs, when you turned and asked

after the white man on the horse from the police force

forced you to do what you didnt want to understand

But how can you be with me, or tolerate me you must have said

For all we know our togerness is cemented 

by the fire in me and the water in you

this is what is central between the I and you princess

Munhu Wo Saseka

Otherwise you eat my sunrise alive

When you breathe life to this drum and base

Pretty face, sunshine smile

Hi laba ku tiba

Will you follow me home?

Tis Sweet Here Even Greener Organicly

Maybe lunch
Maybe it's my hunch
Sorted like a big fat
a big fat
Mc'meal this is love
When you sing,
When you sing it,
Dreaming of...
Your promise
I swear I'll leave it,
Where I sleep
Near your sleeve
Just to steal it
To feel it
Almost gave it all up
The beats, that implausibility
Kante, just when I thought 
Its over
Its over sisters
That's when you felt
Indefinitely
Biko's dream is not deaf
It plays away always
Playing, playing on and on
Winter Shaolin
Shwelane e wele
My fire my force
I'd. Love to love you
This way forever my darling.

Twelve Tribes

Twelve tribes

Twelve monkeys

Rank and file

Bullets fly

Legs die

Rank and file

Please father he says

As he looks up like a rising sun

Rank and file

With his recognizable smile

He asks rank and file

Dad?

Dad?

Will there ever be peace?

You say, yes son.

And in the Palestine?

[SILENCE]

Good Morning

You

You give me

Anti-blue-Monday truth serum

Serially seriously  its you-true.

Dilute my noise with sure calmness.

Your will is my illness

Like my name and yours is a calling

An ill early yawn dawning

In the dawning moon, tis real

 but yes we are fresh.

Just call my name.

Hello baby, hey how you doing?

  

Medupi, sizzles my drizzle

I'll twinkle twinkle
your Spanish, Zuluish
Most importantly Tswanaish
guitar strings
till you seize
to be my side squeeze
but my main,
sorry I tease

Spring.
My soul rebel
train rain blue Monday
Excuse my Boom Shaka day tendency
social sub culture dyslexia hub intentionally,
I apologise
I'm aim
(that's deliberate)
to be your one and only

its about time
please miss not my mistress
no less my central heartbeat
in my Sabi stream mist amiss
my springbok heat
my milky way star gaze
ad hoc ice mint
stop and drop a hint

I want to be hit by your rose,
petal fragrances always
Jacaranda ancestral wind
I'm yours thinking about you
That's my Kitchener's blues
to only you and you alone
Jah bless
We are Irie still.

Hmm, shhh! mantra in progress

In Your ancestral prayer stairs

I’m that shadow in the valley

That green tree

That suckles from your red soil-

Of our birth like I said before,

I am a son of your yellow Azanian love song

But I am just a child in your wise eyes

Staying true to a living reality,

Not too bitter, not so sweet

Just a South African legacy of anti-impotence, sweets,

Because,

I don’t fear death because,

Every time I open my eyes

I would like to leave,

Legendary legacies 

On Jah-earth in excellence.

Without you there's no sunny day

Blueberry my blooming JaH-karanda tree

Purple bumble bee, the strength in your traditional tea

Shines in the smile that blossoms seasonally when you let it sing

Sweet melodies, tantalizing trinkets my heaven

From my Island of Patmos Toweress! Born again exile
Your song is boss in my heart, my heat, my queen, 
My Mahatma Gandhi dream.

For the rose petals in your love orbitals naturally, have a happy Thursday

The psychological balance between the illogical logical  displacement we suffer and the concrete gutter flatters the devil two times with probabilities, two times we will try by way of William Shakespeare to flutter by flow to the music in my mind unwind up to the wind to the stream in your consciousness-train chain of thought vessel, of my park station my braamfontein stream, my maboneng connection, my  constitution on the hill, my new nation on the window sill my jack and jill spring fairytale.

The words  in me in you a sad blue black lable castle ale nice and true beesting beeswing, life over love see-saw my swing my Lucy Lu, my Charlie's angel, aah! blueberry my Angelina Jolie, strues God, Jah is alive in your eyes every time in everything that you say wise money eyes true beat in my heart drum in my soul i smile in your heat sweetness, 

my slow beautiful nice Jill Scott anthem, something like slow walks in the darkness in that safe park in Cape Town, you and me, eye to eye, hand in hand, hip to hip in close quarters like how hip to the hop was natural to you and i my bond my bow tie, just like this and like that i miss the long conversations we have about nothing at all like Lauren Hill's nothing really matters when you are around my Bob Marley's positive vibration, Jah lurv protect us, its a new feeling, a new sign, stir it up my darling, are you picking up?  

Letter to my Revolutionary Woman

How far?
i miss you it says
it would say it a thousand times
but it chooses to say it twice-
i miss you Kgosigadi.

Just as it started it runs out of words
and gets lost in the one feeling
sealed with a kiss
it charts its way to its 
intended destination.

With kinky reggae
in a kinky part of town
playing in the background, now!