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.

Harmony song [remix sort of]

Thats how 

the I

 and I marks the golden ticket territory

with your platinum sirens

it's, it's true it's God

I'm not a different liar

maybe not a bird

nor a plane

nor a high flyer

but I am simply

your alpha superman

North West Brown skin

flower power babe

Black is a condition not a colour

No I'm not David Blaine
but your Black Panther power
in every hour

your nervous condition

lol oh my gawd, Carlos Cardoso maybe

even your Black pimpernel wampolaya, if

needs be, I'll even be your valiant Che Guevara: watseba mos, no E class no three two five my Azanian Jaguar. No time for the sweet buttermilk to sour. Sawa, Tsatso baby...