Eish Tsatso

How could I not remember lullaby
once we were like teenagers
floating high in the sky in
kind like a kite my dolomite
my stalactite stalagmite yours is a rite
left to the passage of time, is
my beat in yours a crime or
can I always be your
memory your desert red
rose my Kyalami Sands
khaya lami
your heart is my garden of
Eden, watseba mos, done.

kwes500 times one time

Play me some Sizzla

Pass me the Hemp Rizzla

For I am

The

African Cape King Cobra, my Bra

I shoot from far, drizzle near do you hear?

Babylon Buffalo Soldier

Dread for Azania

Zion African Lion

Legend, not in the making, in my own lifetime

Special King of Kings.

Amen hail Jah Rastaman.

Your Saturday afternoon phone call

I beg, from the beggining
The December games
begin with a seal I tease
Case of beer out of this field
do you feel a kiss from a rose from the grave?
nana na na na nanana na nah nananah
from Seal?

Feeling free the same as you and I do you see?
Yes you come in proceed
to the beer for real.

Regular rules donut do not apply
Since Stan Collymore any more
lol its like Niq Mhlongos Dog Eat Dog
the key imposed capitalist game doll
the rules and the goal post shift

Fast too Furious drifts
Offside off sight 
Its a dialectical metaphor-ism
Philosophical spectacularism
Schism in your ism
Locate it in the release of the eye
just like Mandela Madikizela please if you please
Chicken Licken hot wing and rice release
Water lilies no crossroads no regrets 

Shall I call you coyly playfully
Carmichelle Samora Machel 
But does it really matter?
My precious shell?
All I know is that is in Setswana
It means Tshegofatso so I decided
plus one

Random Oreo milk dunking Orion Love
gentle  mist dedicated to you
and for you and your beautiful pretty eyes only

So nice so sweet Saturday afternoon and evening 
Random almost miseed rosy call lullaby
quintesential reply
your voice is in love with my soul.

This is what I like
To flow with you 
Like an ardent Kaizer Chiefs Fan
With matching duvets and dining room suites
Just a little lyrical spit and polish you will see.
Wax on wax off.

Good Morning-Hi

One poem.
Babe, you speak it rains ancestral Bible rhymes in my eardrums.
Good morning-hi.
High, Island of Patmos in the sky for you and I apple in my pie.
Two poem.
Popcorn went the King Kong Tiger-hyena not a pawn prop.
Rise Songs of Solomon mushroom in the suburb urban guerilla verbal force, 
Toweress.
I am King when you smile.
Happy Friday Lala.
End of poems maybe because choose one peaches and cream bubble gum.
Purple Montana Jacaranda tree.

Tshegofatso

The music beats you play 
sani! Soon fills the
monsoons and typhoons
that make cool fools drool
with envy my sun and moon
you mob my soul with your
thunder-smile my Daks of
London, my warm place of
happiness you move my
groove this way that way
one year here one year there.
But its alright with me if its
alright with you my deep
house beat my best friend my big
and fluffy panda bear. I miss
you none the less yourself,
Tshegofatso. Keep setting my
Black soul on soul-fire, esquire.

I'll admit it. Sometimes love comes around like a late night snack.

Maybe
 I am
 saying
 goodbye
 I’ll miss you

But
 that kiss
 leaves mists
 in the valleys and
shadows in my soul

I want to grow old with you
 and your heart
and soft peace

My cocktail,

when the words fail to birth themselves to your earth

My force,
my commander,
my tower
 you tame my hyenas
 my extra stars

Ah!
My Queen
 I am King when your hand is in mine

Have a very happy
 general and 
specific Friday
For yourself 
in official freedom 
and for the your pretty wings,
isnt it that
generally also my Angel.

Africa Rises In Your Black Eyes, I miss you

I want to tell you I want you
But my nerves betray my slurred intentions
And you say it like a Hattori Hanzo sword
slicing necks into two road kill
the shrill thrill that swirls around
like morning tweets leaves legacies
in intricate intricacies
three little humming birds
as you wake
all I can say
in my mind
is dammit mommy
I lurvs you
it rolls off my silent tongue
twirling in my soul
swirling the house beats
round and round
but yours is mine
is the dubstep
heartbeat that throbs
with the passion of the Christ
classically when you are near
elastically its this song
from Narnia
that casts spells in gold sonatas
and cantatas my first and fourth movement
my patient positive vibrations
peace you sing
for your love
I'll do a bad Stevie Wonder rendition
yes for you I'll do almost anything
in drunk dark days
and sober Sundays
with a smile
my love serenade
soul lemonade
my organic fruit citrus intellectual
my apple in the sky
don't worry you can sleep right here
on my chest Jah Sistren
but good morning none the less
Africa rises in your eyes.