What I sing from my chest
Only for ivory keys to hear.
Are the same old words
That cracked lips bear.
That familiar tune that calloused fingers play
Is the one that my own heart aches to say.
I have plucked and I have strummed
But when its my own heartstrings
That are plucked for the masses
Will my soul succumb or burn to ashes?
If a song is played for others to judge
Its worth is no longer for me alone.
My fears replayed as feedback
And my own tune I have outgrown.
When the keys have cracked
And guitar strings snapped;
Is the silence left a rest
Or is it forever prolonged?
I have played my part
And sang my chant
My ear worm finally laid to rest.
Yet a few notes linger in the air
Awaiting the song to begin again.
Categories:
acta, desire, devotion, guitar, imagery,
Form: Lyric
riding the crest
of a libidinal wave
unknown encounter
of an unfulfilling escapade
she is
wants repeated protestations
of undying love abyss
abyssum invocat
life is a journey
of hills and valleys
they say
she says
acta non verba
i am laughing
aug 11 2016
7 pm
Categories:
acta, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
MARTIN THEMBISILE CHRIS HANI -IAN MUNYWE
A standing ovation , courageous charismatic visionary.
for this gallant man Chris Hani. A standing ovation,
Candidly revolutionary, for this gallant man Chris Hani.
unabashed for the right cause.
A standing ovation,
for this gallant man Chris Hani.
Such hunger for sovereignty,
selfless in this fight for freedom.
Even in the face of peril,
you did not cave.
A great listener a great orator.
Acta no verba,
illustrated perfectly by this hero.
Subjected to squalour pain and terror,
but still rose above the muck.
Stoic strong passionate patriotic,
Categories:
acta, africa, celebration, leadership,
Form: Ode