Sunday, 28 September 2014

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

Saturday, 27 September 2014

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?

Monday, 22 September 2014

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.

Thursday, 18 September 2014

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]

Sunday, 14 September 2014

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?



  

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

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.


Saturday, 6 September 2014

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.

Thursday, 4 September 2014

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!