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Permit Me

Permit me if you will to speak of 
this great obscurity called love
I am not here to preach or feed 
your preconceived clichéd ideas 
of linguistic and rhythmic words 
live above and dove.
I am here to invoke what is 
already deeply embedded in the 
very Fabrics of your soul.
I want to insight that traitorous 
smile that creeps in on a long 
day When the sanity of your 
heart won’t let your mind be 
whole.I am not talking about 
the rushing waves that caress 
the contours Of her body as you 
stare into her eyes  and make 
love to her entire being with 
just a single kiss. 
It is  that silent completion that 
just her mare presence is 
enough And to hear her speak 
is simply pure bliss.

I am enraged by the notion that 
love is only an emotion,a feeling 
A state of mind that comes and 
goes like a headache.It surely 
makes my head ache when I 
see so many emotional 
Structures fade because the 
foundation were built on 
temporary Infatuated bricks.
It is not the desperate 
yearnings of companionship nor 
the loneliness but the blind 
ambition to attain love that 
most angers me.
we settle for a good perception 
in place of perfection t o ease 
our conscious.
If could open your eyes then I 
would eradicate your illusions 
and place love in your hand for 
you to taste it.I said  If could 
open your eyes then I would 
eradicate your illusions and 
place love in your hand for you 
to taste it. 

It is not a feeling of butterflies 
in your stomach when they 
appear.Hell it isn’t even in the 
silent whispers as  you attempt 
to gather your breath from the 
sweet wrath of her bosom.
Its more refined like 1953 
corvette or a 1960’s chevrotte 
impala you would love to own 
one but settle for a 5series 
BMW instead it is not the value 
but the overall cost that most 
frightens you.
So instead of saving we invest 
in physical pleasures and 
material things. We become 
luminary in satisfaction and 
perfectionists in pleasure.

It is best to detach from all lust 
and desire if it will only pro long 
the joy and serenity of soul 
matched beings what are we in 
the end if we have all we desire 
and lack the love we need?

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The Buiilding of Our Great Nation

Dimed hope and shaded minds coloured by the blood washed from the street
Corners where our children carelessly play.
Broken bones and shattered dreams no sunny days in this part of the border.
Echoes of uhuru shake the ground but we dare not whisper ubuntu here, for
We are not terrorists but victims and inhabitants of where terror is.
Gun fires are but common songs we all haste to dance to, with our souls moving
To each shot…..we never fail to miss a beat.
We know too well what it means to say Ou baas and call another man “master”
Whilst enslaving our beings for his amusement our minds remain free, barely.

Each day’s hope died with the one before the struggle for our liberation lies
Entirely in our mental emancipation. Here we are standing upon the ground our
Ancestors were robbed of and all we can think of is the size of our wallets.
I remember a time when we chanted uhuru with the Congolese and we were one
As Africans. Now here they stand staring at our border fence that clouds their minds,
And shatters their hearts till all they can do is question the, genuineness of our past.
I remember when strangers were my brother and we found comfort in our unity.
Now nepotism is a language we know too well who is he, he is clearly not pedi, go
Your way pedi’s only here.

BEE, black equality equated to selective oppression so we are forced to question are
We really free? Our forefathers chucked spears and our fathers clinged tenaciously to
Those rifles yet here we are and all I am to you is a door man, where is my democracy?
I still sing our freedom songs hoping you might remember what we were truly fought for.
And even as we are fading away like the true essence of our history I long for my child
To know in depth what we stand for as a country and my role in the building of a great nation.

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To My Valentine

To my valentine: though I am may not believe in the notion of dedicating one day to our love 
I celebrate you each day. Let today be our Valentine and tomorrow be the eve of the celebration 
Of our next day together. Let’s make a holiday of each morning and celebrate each afternoon so that we can embrace each night together. Let us mock the world by wearing a smile on our faces each time we speak, think and even dream of each other. I Wish to give you the world but let me conquer it first and sail with you to the moon for a Sunday picnic and then to the stars for the night just so we can clearly see the glory of the reflection of the light of the sun in your eyes in the morning. 
I am crying as I write each word knowing how great I am failing to manifest the magnitude of your beauty in words so please accept my humble attempt. I wish I could give you FLOWERS for they resemble the sweet smell of your skin and also the timeless beauty you possess but they die too quickly in the eternal world that is ruled by your smile. Perhaps I should give you CHOCLATES that taste as good as your lips and fill my soul with tranquillity and the illusive satisfaction that am among the clouds after every kiss. But even chocolates end and leave behind the torment of addictive cravings. Let me give offer you my Mind that continues to wonder as it ponders in the thought of the endless beauty that has nothing to do with how you look. And my Heart that beats each pound to the sound of the divine melodies that sing aloud each time you speak. And also my soul that remains ever in a trance of admiration and disbelieve that my being could ever be so lucky to have you as my own. So lets make each moment as great  as this and celebrate it with a smile seal it with a kiss to open it when we meet again to dwell in the glory of our love.

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Love Me Once More

Here we stand on both sides of a one way street.
Open arms and a shedded soul yet my heart continues to beat.
Memories of that joy seem to haunt me in every inch of her smile laid deceit. 
How can I why would I to myself admit defeat.
To this love..failing trust, fading fast like vapour that raised my feet.
To disapear like an echo to the sound of all the things she used to need. 
I am shedding all I used to knw to a life as empty and lifeless as this blood I bleed.
Drop for drop each draining the life out of me.
Standing there as we drift further and further from our own eternaty.
Nw what was once whole screams of all that is incomplete.
And even as we.... we, stand firmly upon this ground we are falling deeper into the whole of sorrow and infertility.
Love me once more as you walk away to that infinate obscurity.

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Physical Spirituality

Silently waiting for the prayer we make each time our bodies consomate.                   Its been too long, my blood is rushing with excitement as I watch her enter the room.     Hoping she does not see how much my spirit has being yearning, and groaning to be heavenly intertwined with hers.
I long to be exhaulted by the sound of ur voice when you silently whisper my voice, oh what verbal bliss to enslave my mind and weaken my will with just a mare kiss.      I long to be baptised into an eternal union with all but the sweat of our bodies becoming one and losing our individuality with each drop that leaves our bodies.           Long have a felt the emptiness of ordinary loving, and the incompleteness of a one sided love.  
So as we lift our hands in the oneness of being let us celebrate this holy communion with a kiss and a smile each time we meet to comemorate this physical spirituality that will last throughout all of eternaty.

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What Is Beauty

I often ponder as I lay awake and let my mind wonder, what beauty realy is.
If it is truly only in the eye of the beholder? am I then blind when I hold her?
Embrace her and see infinate possibilities like trillion probabilities of us creating
Our own galaxies with the simple serinty of jst the sound of her voice.

If beauty does exists then surely it must be more than visual, like a complex
Machanical sphere that governs all that is tangible. What manner of beauty then
Lies in the air above us or ground below us or is it limited only to our comprehension?
If so then beauty must be all that I can see, for that is where my understanding reigns.
Oh but if it truly so then beauty is in no order and far too complex to define. Because
What is beauty to me is imperfection to u.

With that reasoning we find that beauty is unique to each man according to his own predetermined
Desires and createria of what he considers beauty so long before he saw u, he knew u were beautiful
Because u were exatctly what he considered beauty to be anything less is mare imperfection. How
Shallow we think and allow our eyes to percieve the world. I wonder is that why we are perhaps so quick to justify failure than to correct our errors?

But this I knw without a shed of a doubt...for if the is beauty in light then surely darkness must glow in its own light too.
Even moreso the surely must be beauty in sorrow as the is in laughter.
But what I seek most is the understanding and appreciation in knowing that as the is beauty in life so is the in death and with this I silently conclude that the greatest beauty of all is the celebration of life and not the moaning of what is lost or left behind

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Tandie No Longer Smiles

Tandie no longer smiles, tandie no longer smiles, The deceptive reflection of the mirror only displays Effusive images of their smiles and laughter.
their momentary pleasure shattered a lifetime Of her dreams of raising three songs and a daughter.

No mental serenity can overcome her tormenting reality. The disfigured contours of her body display her bruises.
Her elders are quick to deprecate her broken soul to the Visual connotations and effects of the clothes she chooses.
she is domiciled in a world where the furrows on her cheeks are the only accepted signs for grievance,
They have renditioned her joy and choose not to question what's in its place.
they do not hear her silenced attempted to scream reduced to mare whispers as the echoes of their piercing groans replay.

they do not hear her silenced attempted to scream reduced to mare whispers as the echoes of their piercing groans replay. Over and over and over again until the very pounds of her heart resemble his and his and that other man she
never got to see.
The merciful liters of the sea could cleanse the stench of their sweat or the hot
Breath that caressed her tender shoulders shouting all kinds of names That conformed her to everything she would vowed never to be.

She often lays awake in search of edification from this endeavor,
But her minds only paints pictures of a world where immorality is Justified and such vile creatures are applaud not appalled.
Justice is only for just us until your liberties are taken, she admits as her innocence is taken forever.

We are slaves trapped by our dreams and blinded by our ambitions to take Note of dimmed stars and to see the depth of the darkness in her frown.
We rush to cling to our inefficiency as consolidation for refusing to see her’s So if you ever see tandie passing bye know that she is the conception and Manifestation of a broken world and a reality we have chosen to accept as our Daily life.

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Untitiled

Like I single note played to perfection she sings my soul to life.. Every time I reminisce of
 the echoes’ that do play in my mind, like the melody of a  sweet tune sang to a deaf man
 to have his hearing reconceived by the sound of her glorious voice that do sound  the 
laughter’s of a thousand angels each time she speaks. So please do not be silent but 
remain smiling while you stare into my being with those eyes that remain the source of 
light for the stars that these pilgrimage fools pass by and trade glory for beauty. It is 
these quiet times that my heart ponders away with its own dreams even though we 
share you and my mind seem to always go together until I can only find you in my dreams

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A Moaning For Japan

We are but as great as the air we breath
Our past actions do not restrain us and 
Our present acts do not define us.
It is our hopes and dreams that most shape 
Us and when death strikes an unwarned
Blow it is not just our lives we lose but
Those we could have safed also.
Oh how sad a souless body like an empty 
Chair the tsunami and earthquake have 
Left the japan broken and scared the 
World of the joy that once was.
No man is an island or woman without 
Fault, was there ever a sorrow so true as
Millions become shameless bystanders 
To a scene so obscene and shameful.

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If Only

The thoughts of a dying man contemplate the life he lived
In constrast to where he would love to live. Forgive me if 
You will but I will not mention, so plese don't sanction me from 
Your thoughts wen you find out I died way before my time and 
Said nothing to you.
You see my greatest wish is if only, if only you could see the
Pain in my eyes in between our laughters. Pardon me but I do
Not pretend, I marely transcend my mind to greater thoughts
To pass the time and ease my heart frm the knowlege of my
Iniquity. If only you could see the joy you bring into my life 
Even in the mist of an urgument I embrace you. Yet you do
Not see the decay in my face as this perpertual death intices
Me to slumber. If only. If only you could save me you would,
But my being wouldn't let you because my soul would never 
Confront you. So even as I take my last breath blushing as I 
Look deep into your eyes I knw dat I am enjoying my last
Breath wishing only dat u knew dat I waving goodbye.