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.