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
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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.