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.

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.