THE SECOND COMING

A poet in a white coat, with

A stethoscope wrapped around my neck,

Tightly holding the pen in the

Palm of my hand.

Injecting the serum of wisdom into your mind,

To fight the insane thoughts you have.

Breathing life into your rib cage,

To resurrect the broken heart.

The son of art in deliverance of

The breeze of time. Saving souls,

I am heaven's bank account.

Counting blessings from birth

Until the end of time;

With my watch moving anticlockwise, 

Retracing the footsteps of life-

To live under orders.

Healing the sick society.

Where brothers wrap their hopes

In newspaper pages. Those daily

s(s)o(u)n(n)s(s) that never shines.

Covered by the mist of the peace pipe.

Uncovered thighs of our sisters,

Used for bait, to hook those evil deeds.

Feeding on fornication, destitute young

Queens bragging about those king size

Beds they are slaving on.

The same street corners that we piss on,

Are the ones giving them a piece

Of bread to survive for the day. Daily bread!

I have seen a couple of them.

Blurry pictured memories,

For eyes were drowning in tears,

But yet I have seen them.

Those "nyaope" kids, emerged from their

Roots in search of a brighter future.

Some had wrecked ideas of burning

Joints, intoxicating the vessels in order

To attain light at a higher level.

Those heavy suit cases they used

To carry from high school,

No longer suit their standards anymore.

Their only pursuit is to carry

Broken glasses and torn papers,

In order to ironically recycle their lives,

And paper mash their dreams into reality,

How hard it is for them to take a walk

Into their comfort zones. Parents! Waiting

For merit certificates. To their surprise,

Death certificates are knocking on their door steps,

For their sons and daughters are married

To the fantasy of life.

Decorating their bodies with tattoos,

Piercing their skins,

They never get enough of pain,

Even for those trying to open the third eye,

Sitting on top of bibles, meditating to statues.

Chanting senseless mantras, seeking hope

 In hallow hearts of painted gods on canvases,

For they failed to see God with the two

Eyes they were given.

I have seen them.

I have seen them affiliating to secret societies

With the blood of their loved ones,

In the name of sacrifice, Oh poor Azania.

Teach your sons and daughters to learn.

When the sun is laid to rest. Let them

Use their daily sweat to nourish their skin pores.

And absorb the light of a day that is yet to come

Inside of their dying skeletons.

Let them conceive the Holy Spirit, and give

Birth to the gospel. We are sick and tired

Of carrying Body bags of sins,

waiting for the train that is yet to

come with joy in the morning.

When we taught our hearts to accept 

that the morning only comes with daily

sad news and sicknesses. It is sad that we

Only have to write poem as an epitaph

To farewell another dead soul, laid to rest.

Forgive them oh father, for they know not

Of what they are do. Give them a chance

To rise from dust again. Let them write

Themselves into existence. The book of life

Shall guide only those that read for a positive change.

See, we do not write poems as gimmicks, but

As food for thought, hence we pick them

From poetree, to feed our inner child.

Let us learn to moonwalk into light with the stars.

This might be our last dance, my people..

The second coming of mankind…

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RISE!!

We let this western watches hand cuff us,
So we don't really have time on our hands,
Dear African Child, push your own rock up the mountain, 
You are born for this,
Caress the future and learn to step over the past,
You are not a slave to the hands of time,

Whenever your road to success gets curvy,
Always remember this, not everyone is born an oracle,
But the least we know can help us to be better people.
Take your pen as a sword, your book, is a shield,
Move past your obstacles;
When failure knock-knock at your door,
Do not be nervous, for the key to your door
Is hanged on education, hence, the key to success,

You are a shining star, conceived with the light,
Illuminating to the darkness of this world,
You are that elevated piece of art work
Molded by the hands of this world,
Painted with the rainbow colors;

Your sweat, shall water the seed
Of your upcoming family tree.
It is time you learn how to harvest food for thoughts,
To feed your starving inner child, my dear,
It all starts today; the future is lies in your head,
Your hands are just there for coordination,
You are what you think;
African child, you are born a star,
Let the world embrace your shine!!




POETIC2MI

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Dear Thandeka

Who told you that your beauty can give

You all that you need on this earth?

Well your beauty gave them all they

wanted from her. THANDEKA

Hai kuthi uya thandeka, just that

People want to take ownership of

Your assets.

Even naming your private parts in public

Your name became a disturbing distorted

sound to our ears.

THANDEKA!!

You were once beautiful within, before

Your cute naked eyes were covered

With lies.

You were made to shine at the horizon

The sky was never meant to be your limit.

If only the hands of time can hold you

Back. But behold you wind the arms

your clock and turned your back

against time.

Your future was brighter than the morning

Sun, days before you abandoned the Son that

Lived within you.

Within you, I saw a role model

Little did I know, you were cat walking

Your way into curiosity.

Once upon a time they walked from

Your behind, because you were figured

By then. Now you are figured from the

Front and slender at the back/bag, where

Are your books, because you are busy

Passing pregnancy tests.

Submitting your CV’s to the SASSA offices

While your peers are employed to the SAA

They are passing with flying colors. 

Dear Thandeka!!

What made you think that riding

In their cars will give you a status?

You became the perfect status message

On every Facebook account because of

Failing to face your own books.

An innocent soul is facing obstacles,

Sufferings and sicknesses, just because

You were too clever to even test your

Fertility at a younger age,

A teenage mother jumping

Out of her dreams, the only wish you

Have at sunset is the one to see your

Son sleeping with a happy stomach.

Your long term goals are turning into off sides,

It takes you to kick life around the corners

To put bread on the table, for you

Became the head of your own little family.

Thandeka!!

Or should I say dear Mrs. No one

To be with. Do u remember when

I told you how I felt about you, you

Kicked me away because I had

None but a bunch of books.

I still love you and your son.

Tell him that Uncle Ivan says” hang in there,

That’s where soldiers are born, hold the

Gun and point straight at your fears, there

Is no light without darkness, learn to walk in

Your sleep, I know you can follow your dreams,

Let your home begin where charity is”

Let your home begin where charity is

Dear Thandeka, raise that son to shine

In the dark and warm your tears.

It is never too late to change your

Attitude, you can still rise above the

Altitude and embrace your dreams.

Though it was ear breaking to hear

Sad stories about you, I never thought

One day I’d write a sad poem about you.

My hand was even shaking, the pencil

Was dissing around the stage, so confused

To even misspell your name

Than-daza, Tha-ndile

Thaaaannn-Deka!! Thandeka

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ISBHA'NXA

'I' thought she loves me, when
'S'he kissed me back that night,
But its seems like, I was 
'H'er shoulder to cry on, 
'A' soft spot where she can lie 
And forget about her obstacles. 
'N'evertheless,hatred was never a concern
There is always a way to solve an 
'X' that's why we learn whenever we teach.
'A'nother day will come, 
When what ever goes around has to be followed!

BIRTHDATE(DEAD) GIRL

I paged the books of life
Hoping to find her life sentences,
But I forgot that she died on her 
Birthday, so she never had a chance
To write about her existence

Hence her footprints were
Washed off when the water broke,
And faded with the smoke
Of celebration candles blown away
When she ingested her breath…

We were standing by
Waiting to sing her a birthday song,
But amazingly every word
That came out got people
Sobbing in pain
Their faces soaking in tears…

We were wondering,
What wrong did we do?
But it seemed like we were
The only ones who knew
About her passing, because
They all failed to understand
The difference between 
Breathing and living…

Her body was there,
But the soul was sold
For materialistic things, so
She never had peace(piece)
Until the time I recited
My poem in her dreams

When she woke up,
She was surrounded by
Angels in the land of the free.
She got born again and finally
Had a chance to write her
Eternal life sentences…

She was once a birth’dead girl,
Until the time she saw 
Her birth’date there,
It’s a sad story that left
An unconscious writer
in a comma, yet the poem 
is still to be said…

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HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON!!

When he took his last breath and said

Father, forgive them, for they don’t know

What they are doing.

As they danced with joy, knowing

That they nailed it, yes Him the

Target of broken souls and blood

Smeared hands.

He made it possible for them to anchor

Him with nails on the cross, so you

And I can conquer burdens coming

Across our ways.

See, He knew about his passing, so

Every test that came to him as they

Teased him, was actually part of

The corrections of our sins.

Our life scenes.

Wake up, wake up to his words

For, there are eternal life sentences

Within them. Vowels that

breathe out oxygen

And consonants that

Give us strength.

We were told to spread His gospel

But everyone locked him/herself

In their houses. We only clap and

Tap in mob fights, our voices transcend

Into the skies tearing clouds, we scream

“Ahwe ke mpimpi”, to those who speak

The truth in His name, they die.

You and I as we receive his flesh

And blood, to him we bound.

Children of God, lets mourn the

Death of Christ and let Him descend

With all our burdens. So on the third

Day, we can wake up with Him.