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Ncumisa Siko Poem
I thought it was my imagination, when
I saw it coming,
I felt the warm, intimate air, coming closer
And closer and closer into my left side of my face,
I gave him the instance and manner of His presence
What a pleasant activity to termination
His face was contentment,
What a surprise kiss!
My mind was gratified, since I liked
Him first…
My facial expression, show it all, when my
Eyes started an ending blinking,
He motion to my left eye, and wipe the
Frozen tear,
His fellows observe attentively
As he took chocolate in his pocked, and give it to me,
It felt like, it was my first kiss ever…
As we both gave an innocent smile, it was
Indeed.
we danced in the middle of the road,
with no music, only the heartbeat in our hearts present,
pretend like we the only creatures in the planet.
Oh, I was so sad when it was time for me
To go.
if only i can get a second chance to dance with him again,
another chance to kiss, to communicate, to share and to love,
my life would be compete.
another chance to share that feeling none can take away.
Kiss goodbye!
he emotionally kissed my hand,
And motioned his hands with a fake and unpleasing
Goodbye, he was sad,
But we both knew that we’ll see one another,
Soon, before the next flight!
When the car was in motion, he gave me a quick smile
and inner pierce of his beautiful eyes
Kiss goodbye, I smiled
Kiss goodbye I thought
Kiss goodbye, he’s gone
Kiss goodbye it is.
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With the Nepotism in my planet, essentially in my land, life compels
And factual morals are forgotten. Ancestors way of living are forbidden
By the rules we live in today.
What’s happening in our society?
Flash is made to capture, to imprison,
Not to poison and abolish every tale we ever had.
I sense discomfort when I glimpse defiance of young in open, forgive me but i
Feel pain when I see the future walking in distress; giving their lives in return for a good life.
Give them credit, but our lives were much easier before.
Simplicity is no supplementary.
But not everyone who’s involved wants to,
Pleasure is the case, dissatisfaction is the face, eish did I say it’s the pace?
Wait a minute
Facing my demons with abstemious eyes, doesn't add up, I need a fluid to go through
The night, where’s my pint to nip the tank of my thanks.
I’m jaded, guzzle, gulp facilitate
Slurp!
It kills me to be unable to maintain my being,
Without sentiment awkwardness,
But little voices say…
‘Just be intoxicated, without any guiltiness’.
My hero dies in vein, my mother stress in pain, and my friends suffer in shame,
I didn't do it, but the hunger for more led me to desire more.
Everyone’s scrip end is thrilled, but in one way or another,
there is a season for everything.
Life goes on, I’m a young woman. I’m different, I’m a lion and
I’m in control.
I may not be the most courageous, boldest, and smartest,
But god gave me a voice and a pen,
I refuse to be the statistic, the common, and the everyday indict,
I refuse to be them, they, us, and we, I choose to be “I” alone.
I am a woman, a lion,
This is not the time to point fingers,
This is the time to raise my left arm and say I am a woman,
stray the shy of my spry.
Heroes always live, but
Hero die in this one, because this is war.
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Light it, hiding in his eyes, because he calms my soul,
he calms me down, and claims my dignity,
I kiss his lips
because he helps me dream, and inspires my thoughts.
The breath that comes shows me the unknown,
Imagine the impossible, claim the stolen visions and
Helps me to dream again.
When i kiss him in the dark, he gives me pleasure and strengthens
My strength
When i kiss him,
I dream the impossible; see the shining stars in the cloudy weather
His breath makes me want to kiss him again and again
When i kiss him
I forget the past,
i hardly see the depth of the present, for he only shows me
The future, what it will bring not what it might.
Man, you've got to try him,
in the dark he's gentle,
in the light he's invisible,
in public he's a shame.
I kissed Him because
He brings me joy, excitement that i never thought it existed.
Now that the restroom is too small for our little secret,
Now that the dark can’t handle our intimate he slowly coming out, kissing me all over,
You my weakness, you are no longer my roll on,
My arms can’t let you go,
my lips are longing for more
And my body desires you more than yesterday
I can’t escape from your presence.
Now that i want to release you,
You go behind my back, break boundaries and kiss me in front of my pastor,
Man, I want to let you go,
But my emotions are saying "yes"
Yes and my body can’t live without you.
you stole my reality naturalism and made it yours.
I kissed your lips for my pressure,
And you impregnated me in return,
Now that I want to escape
You lock every door, and lock me in.
I want to go, I want to return to my me.
i want to let you go,
but I’m addicted to your pink soft
Lips.
i crave for your presence,
i crave for more of you,
for I no longer own my life you do,
I kissed his lips for fun, in return He swallowed my pride.
Cigarette you my addiction.
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You Live once
It’s not like the battles of the sexiest, where fairy is made
Out off.
It’s the reality that no one can’t flee from,
it’s an inescapable reality
We all wonder how it would be like,
since none was inconveniency
To uncover the story of the paradise.
With the myth that waits to be unfold,
History waits for no one, even though the world is
In search for its true love
Troubled that it may encounter the opposite
Death is the threats, Eish it’s the case
Let me take you back to the sensation,
where my
Life was threaten,
sun stopped and occurrence took place,
For a second I thought it was a dream,
my brain was gone
Eventually I came back to life,
with my pride stolen,
my mouth half naked,
Menstruation flowing through jaws, unplanned,
Tears dropped like
Winter storm, as sunset transpire,
the mission was complete, the journey
Was cut shot, we were no longer passengers,
street was indeed a place called home,
Eyes bleeding, my eyes were burning like chilli.
Determined by a fake smile I made,
For a moment I thought
#Rip human kind sow, for Facts are not underlined
Life seminar repeats, from generation to generation
Articulate, eloquent, by my story above.
I for once outline the illustration of the gift i have,
Base on the lesson I’ve discover while on the wild.
Visualize an Image of a burning shack,
to trace the image,,
I had
It’s like a sharp knife running through veins
Fate Lost in the wilderness, in the foreign land.
By the time sun touched the ground, .
night Dies in commotion,
Moon rejoices with Delightful that the world is theirs...
Forbidding that some are broken,
I asked sum of many, if where is he, when I’m lonely,
Pictured his home turning over, Rising from the grave,
Lines running through the patterns I’ve created.
I waited for the Texture mode to unleash,
uncertain if he knows i exist, but i didn't want to be the one to discover his
or his not existence, so i prayed for one, one more chance to live, one more day,
one more hour to kiss my mothers forehead.
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So sky so blue,
With friendly overture, tempting
To follow the perspective of its ordinary,
Forget about the day yet to come.
Sky so blue,
Despite inconsistent of dark clouds
That blends and blemishes.
Sky so blue with its beauty.
Abiding in society, While stars squeeze in,
striving to survive in the
Darkest circuit of its planet.
And deficit the dark clouds
That creates a chaos among the space.
Sky so blue,
no one has ever seen, nor notices, while the other world see it
All, an author describe less, and controversy continue ruling the human
Nature, while generation to come, with its curiosity belated vintage,
Continue believing on the ending world.
Sky so blue,
Beautify the whole planet,
With its marvelous attractive colors changing once, moving twice
Coming forward.
With the full moon that tempt everyone to dance in the sky, sleep on the mountains
And smile at the Lord,
But clouds so dark covers all the beauty and leaves a mark and round stain
Whenever it is present,
But sky remain so blue for the son of man died for that same stain,
The sky so blue, the heavens rejoices,
earth sleeping and son of man remains humbled
Looking down at us, because we are nothing that close to who he was,
while he was.
Sky so blue, because the son of man has risen from the dead.
As the sky is clearing, may we remember who we are,
May we always rejoice in his presence, try in our wickedness,
And embrace our gifts.
For the son of man didn't leave you as an orphan, but with a life picture
That you can use or break
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I know we just met,
but I can’t forget our first kiss on top of the table mountain,
and the second next to that Corner where boys play soccer in a dusted clouds road barefooted
I'm not saying it’s going to be perfect,
even Obama’s still gets that intense annoyed look saying what is this black doing in the white house,
I assume others still think ‘we cannot’ why couldn't while you promise we can,
why didn't he say we could not “we can”.
I'm not saying people won't misjudge us,
and paint pictures that make sense,
or even reprint the pictures that remind us the days of the apartheid.
But let's take a walk at your backyard, let's make love like there is no tomorrow.
I'm not saying people won't say you just a white guy that is confused
but let's take a chance.
Even though I believe that lotto is a myth.
it’s not going to be easy,
Even after 20 years of democracy,
somewhere in South Africa there are still people who want to walk on the national flag and tear it apart in disgrace to show dissatisfaction.
I’m just a young girl from the township who just learned her first sentence in English.
Some people may stereotype, plant unknown hatreds,
and imagine how our kids will look like while holding hands walking in waterfront.
Even though we love each other so deep,
I know they will always be some people out there who will always think that I’m after your riches and fortune,
I know how often a good relationship loses out because of people’s dictatorship,
But I cant compete with the country, my people says i undermine my background,
and have forgotten my history so easy that I betray freedom fighters,
Your people say there is nothing I desire more than your fortunes.
Obvious the country says we can’t be,
My dragon my warrior, my first real love
My prince charming that came into my dream and made it a reality.
My blue eye white dragon, how I miss your smile
But now I see you from the distance, because the world says NO,
The rain has come, the rainbow has disappeared,
The mist has covered the dreams we had,
My white dragon, how I miss your face, your love,
your hugs, and the way we exchanged breath ant interlock our sexual desires,
Boy how I love your touch, I lose words to describe it.
I wish I can say that all is in the past,
when you use your tempting voice at 2 in the morning telling me exactly what I want to hear,
I wish we can just forget about the language barriers,
the statistics and area act and just be.
My blue eye dragon
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How popular and loved are you?
I'm not talking the passed by wanna be's,
or those who give you hugs when they see you.
Forget about the ones who call themselves your friends,
while they texted you once in the past seven days if they even tex ted.
You have more than thousand friends on facebook even more twitter followers,
how many can you call when you out of bread,
forget about the taxi fee when the month is dark.
How many who actually follow you in real life,
forget about those you bbm and send your naked pictures to,
how many who whatsapp you,
facebook you without seeing your status updates?
forgive me if I'm being paranoid or insensitive.
they say you are the twerleb, a celeb that is dating Caleb
but what we see, self hate human being, who post selfies
that describe the life would you desire.
They say your tweet said " clubbing tonight"
while you were busy cutting yourself under the bed today.
Your friends used to be,
are posting picture of their families,
some selfies of their resent boyfriends named Tim,
and you still busy posting edited jokes about people,
how lonely can it get?
How lonely are you?
Maybe you don't need any of that,
maybe all you need is family love,
I may not be the smartest,
but I have shoulders to give,
I have tissues to wipe away your tears,
because I am your family.
we are here for you
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She loves me, maybe not
Behind silver, she’s shining
We may not be allowed to engage but we've done it,
With pride we've made it,
Forcefully, we've bonded.
Let me trace the pace that we faced.
This is Africa, homos are sinners,
Westerns are tractors
And illegal partners are deceivers.
She loves me, maybe not
We met at work, coincidentally we became friends,
I hate to admit that your face was cuter that the earth itself,
Your body was made with love and peace,
No wonder you glow at night, and shine during daylight.
She confessed, I entertained, she came closer I froze,
My heart beating louder than drums, I felt warn air coming, I was hoping we won’t exchange breath and interlock because we both have boyfriends.
From that moment our lips told each other a secret, we knew we kissed and we love it.
Like thieves we sneaked, escaping from our partners to be together,
Her boyfriend knew that we were close friends, my boyfriend, knew that my friend comes first.
When she sees me with my BF she freak out, when we kiss, her face turns pink, when I give him a kiss goodbye, she walks away.
Surely this is more than lust,
We text we delete, we hate we love, we desire, we pressure,
And flout, we freeing, we pretend it never happened but we end up on the same spot,
Repeating everything that our surrounding hates,
My second lover is a woman,
You may criticize, rejects and hate but our love is pure,
She knows the buttons to press, the music to sing and the melody to play when I’m sad,
I’m neither gay nor rebellious; I’m in love with a woman and man.
Maybe she does love me
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In the hearts of eastern side,
One day I will return.
Ashamed and with the spirit of abandonment but
I’m sure you’ll still be standing,
Holding on to the wheel and spear,
That you were told it’s your savior
Leaders find pleasure in your suffering
Rivals find comfort in your presents.
Yes, you raised heroes, you made legends
But you backwards in a race, forward in disgrace towards on
Embrace inadequacy.
One day I will return, to those valleys,
Veld and the mountains of the great one,
Where my ancestors were placed, where home is,
One day I will defiantly return, to bring joy, peace and comfort
to the hearts of the unfortunate, pleased in mind, rich in pasture,
Surely my ancestors are calling me,
That is why one day I will return, to use my clicks fluently,
Dance comfortable and walk permanently.
To Eastern Cape, where my heart is, will be and was.
In Eastern side, seeing those beautiful faces, women dancing with joy
With paint in their faces, entirely free from the world around me,
Ubuntu glancing, life excitedly and society in one,
One day, I mean one, one day i will return,
With my mouth unable to converse fluently, but surely i will learn.
One day I will return, to Eastern Cape where i belong.
One day i will return HOME,
my place of comfort. my homeland,
MY COUNTRY, my South Africa
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Time run things
Not people,
It decide when to go fast, when to pause
And when to stand still to make a minute
Feels like hours,
No wonder we feel strain every time
The circle tick.
We stop living to let the universe
Decide our destinations,
Time brings all things to line,
It gives perspective,
Nurture us to make plans and dream about wishes
That may never come through.
Them struggling, we must give it names,
He’s always on the move it must be ADHD,
Mental instability, why don’t we call it depression.
Relationships are dying; it might be the end of age,
Time moves
But we remain the same,
There is no time, forget about the intercession,
She’s still unmarried she’s running out of time,
No kids she shouldn’t wait until she is 40.
He’s been in office for long, why can’t we see the movement,
Everyone is having an inner conversation,
No one seems to find fault, no one is talking
The man is moving in circle with no plans,
We must give him REBOOST
He might start the PLAY,
Why doesn’t he drink SCORE to
unravel the MONSATER Within?
Energy might keep him awake at night.
The time is moving, but it keeps on rotating and restarting,
Who is really moving this time?
Forget about time, everyone belongs in paper town,
Nothing is real, it’s just an opinion
We just in the season where everyone is looking for a reason
Ambition without solution is just a conjunction.
Stand in the light
For every unspoken word becomes a lie.
The time is now,
Stop waiting.
Stand in the light until every drop of spot
Light recognise you,
Because the time is always now.
Stop envying mine; I’m just a mess waiting to be saved.
Our times will never be the same, if you few seconds
Late it doesn’t mean you’ll never make it to the finish line.
TIME and AGE is just an illusion.
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