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

The Poet

The mental spit spat rhymes like a poet
playing hide and seek in metaphor expansions
he is a transformer of virile verbs sterile steroids in stanzas
Houdini of the streets King in his own mind similes
contortionist constricted by abnormal conscription adjunct adjectives
he is a prescribed detonation an impressionist expressionist super relative
Jaguar space jugular Buffalo-Soldier dread like Rasta.
Jah Native Instrument seen.

I eye you

yes in the eye we envy you
Now the I and you eyes us in the stars
Milky-way by the seaside's love-boat Lala
in season's seas the I sees continuum avatars
your spirit lifeboat continues to be
and the trunk of your shadow lights the I's path ajar
fires continuously, mara wena you don't know
the eye seeks your foothpaths to our heaven's door
the I knows, your eye knows
the I's eye is king in your eyes eye,
Queen-Mother.

Jah Children Listen Luister and Glisten

The rhythmic poetic beast awakes with humanity beats
in the stillness the fibrillating in consciousness's dawn
it is promiscuous rhymes

sleep with blanket pawn
beyond yonder they yawn
and mow the lawn
conscious beats
Just like Yeats

maybe

Imagine us sitting at heavens table
Biko and Fanon flirtations and infiltration's
Soul survivor titrations and permutations
and commutations

sharing corn flakes in a fable
anonymous magnanimous famous
conversations about Afrikas Lakes and abo-Mable
Maybe even about mistakes of Jah-childrens marvel
Or maybe they are eating Chicken Licken
breakfast hook and punchline punch after punch

like an irony
Symbol.
It is simple
like dimples
Like pimp my pimples
Pump, pump the Jam
Jah-People

For I am the Lord
Of the superman said the dance said /He He-Man
DC comic metaphors
You get?
Jullietta?
Goal getter...
the modulus is landing Lala...

The Poet Sings

so when the bells ring and the poet sings
Bills reign like rainbow rains in Kilimanjaro
Waterfalls if they exist as buffalos he posits in key
with a drum roll he campaigns rhodess must fall
but the firepool remains while fools white or black
take lessons in pronouncing Nkandla.
the poet sings syllables in synonyms
anonymous and brave he remains nameless histories
the poet sings.
Syllabuses en route in busses
he is national conferences
the poet sings.
black is a pink drink while white is a cheap beer
the poet sings.
 while he sleeps with the orange enemy
with one eye on the money and the other on the honey
his blood is green, his body gold and his mind-is red with fury
the poet sings.
brings deprivation in a starved nation
he motions sings and dances
in his rain the poet sings.
people point and paint his balls pink
still...
with skill,
the poet still sings.
Again
and
Again
Forever.
And for Always...
The Poet Sings.

Don’t touch me, O tla nshela!

Vital vitamin metal spectacle, listen!
When the war tagline shouts 
Shut up you pig swine pedal pusher
Don’t touch me,
O tla nshela, maan!
War on the frontline
Every, Every. Everyday.
You know it’s a war
Defence tactics acid tastes 
Lucid ignorant maddening madness
Revolutionary Order
The battle lines are drawn.

ah the mission statement

I rise because my people's blood is a rolling tide
So roll tide roll
By fire by force
I dont apologise for choosing
Black fire force
I remain staunchly steadfast
Constant as the northern star
So when I sing along
With my uncle bob
Rise up all you fallen fighters
Rise up and take your stand again
I say it with a smile
Because I have the same belief
As OR Oliver Reginald Tambo or Mandela
No boasting
Just being an honest a d principled African
And I wrote it because I liked it
And I will continue to do so
Before I meet Biko, I didnt stutter
In my African heaven
If and only if it exists
I am African and my freedom is my station
Thula ndivile my spiritual wine
As I sit and realise
That just because I sip
Durbanville Hills on ice fancy bucket
I am still, calm and standard
And irie still
And I cannot accept
Karl Marx
Even though the west on an electric wire
with fake stories from their travels
Succesfully showed that he makes sense
so rise up all you fallen fighters
Rise up and take your stance again
if you can follow my flow okay massive
You can follow me like how you would follow the birds
Because admit it, it makes sense
I am black and I am proud
And I will if needs be shout it out aloud
Black man you are sort of alone
When my people sing like trumpets in Moria
Yes we can
Legends in our lifetimes
We are wealth, both together you and I
Solidarity is Black buy in, in nature
Because fundamentally blackness
Has traditionally meant oppression.
Hem hem amen

i write what i like

I write what I like
I drink what I like
I sing what I like
I practice what I like
I preach what I like
Because I am powerfully black
Because Black is beautiful
Phenomenally and consciously so,
So I speak.

Sartre my wine
Foucault my Wife
I’m Biko for Life
So I speak.

Happy Birthday

For Amanda

Only approximately last weekend I bumped into someone

With brown skins shining just like yours

Coffee colour with milk chocolate bar 

Hau! Intombi ya kwa-Kenqu, I thought

It was her laugh, and dry dead walrus humour,

That gave it all away

Thank God! I almost said hi, but

It was not you

Only approximately last weekend I bumped into someone

At Campus Square in a dress and ‘creche’ boots just like yours

No familiar giggle after a witty comment, snide English-like remark

Those nonchalant deep side lovely hissing pavement phrases missing

Those you might miss if you don’t look hard enough, Miss.

Again, no guffaws definitely not you.

Only approximately last weekend I bumped into someone

At Kitchener’s directly after a throat wetter from that your Orbit now

She drank dark Savannah, talking to her ancestors on the Milky Way all night

By the way, it was her incessant conversations to self

Drink… the wrong colour sani! 

Therefore, jonga!

 It couldn't have been you, Sana.

Kante!

It makes sense now, Amanda

Happiest day of your earthliness

Jah Bless, on this your EarthDay.

Happy Birthday.

Yah, let's... she said

Castle Lager like tastes 
like chicken these days
and your kisses like
chocolate and peaches
and cream beaches
lots of ice on your
diamond rocks sweet beats
hmm, it is crazy you know.

When it's hazy it is your call
I answer Lizzy, like I don't 
want to, kasie ka-esque
pronounced phonetically like
ka-ass slyly get it lazy eye, I
twist like the cosmos that
intertwines I like your butterflies
caught in the mist between
your joy in my eyes and 
the freedom you keep 
in your skies, you know mos.

Mara, on this here pretty smile
strawberry lawn, my landscape
let's escape, elope, chase hope
my antelope; that one that lies
in your eyes when you love me,
speechlessly; my hate-antidote.

My little prayer- I am your Tiger
be my prey, Amen.