WICKED RELATIVES

Life is not for sale

But in relatives

People's souls are sold for benefits

Hatred a trademark

Fake smiles so poisonous

We die for our own successions

Families raise stars to shine

But evil relatives let blood cover up

And we glow red in the hearts

Of those who are left behind

They say we kill to heal

But actually they kill the healing

That feeling when you curse your blood

 From flowing into happiness

How do they survive the heat inside?

Love you siblings as you love yourself

Put the hardcore broken heart aside

People are left homeless without families

And you still hate your brothers and sisters

Take away their lives to fill

The emptiness inside your heart?

I craft words to express

How I feel about those

Who hate their own blood

They witch-craft to earn points

At their all night unholy divines

Jealousy is a deadly virus

Multiplying in human's hearts

To reproduce

*Hatred//Death//Sins

*Life without a heading

*A soul with a painful ending

God bless the Brain-Child

And take away the evil spirits

That wind around

Baswarele ga ba tsebe

seo ba se dirang
                                                                 

                                                        

THE LOVE I NEVER HAD

I never thought one day

I will be much appreciated

By someone like you.

It was just a dream overnight,

Which came true as I opened my eyes.

They always tell me that true love hurts,

But whenever I get closer to you,

My wounds get sealed ,

And scars become my love tattoos.

If pictures could sing

Then my mind would be a

Speaker that echoes your name

Every time I silently whisper

To your ears in my visions.

It was just a silent night

When your eyes shone within the dark

Night/knight.

You brought me life,

A light throw my dying days.

I remember when violins

Played keys that opened your heart,

I slowly stepped in only to find love birds

Reciting their sweet poems

Titled to my name.

You gave me Joy

Oh daughter of “The Soil”.

An angel dressed in black,

You took away my dark shadows

I became the light at the end of our tunnel.

I know it’s just another

Day in paradise, when I feel the call ins,

That’s why I never claimed to

Be a Legend in love,

No good byes to my lover,

Only death will part us.

We sometimes we tried to live ghetto,

And I knew you were falling for it

For I became your Westlife,

You raise me up one step at a time

As I Spark my loving stars.

Now I believe that

Reality begin in dreams,

That’s how we switch from

Being Boys to Men.

I became a victim of

True love that never hurts.

Within your eyes,

Sharks share a kiss with humans,

Serpents rejoice with born agains,

Demons shake hands with angels,

You and I dance our way into Happiness

No matter that ufilke izolo

You are the love I never had….

RESPECT TO MY PEOPLE.

The Brain-Child is still here 
to bless you mY people.
just stay tuned on the blog,
you won't regret visiting the site

SPREAD THE WORD,

GODBLESS THE BRAIN-CHILD!!

FREE-DOM

Free-Dom

Domination of one kind of people,

Keeping this free idea off the hook…

We served sever pains,

So to get our own freedom…

Every day as I walked 

on the streets of Soweto,

I still saw those blood stains of our dead

Brother and sisters back in 1976….

And they want me to walk 

over the stains,

And finally say I am free?

My mind stuck in thoughts,

With a place in my heart to forgive

But not easy to forget…..

Denied standard education,

All we served was mental slavery….

No room to escape,

We just held on hoping 

for beter next time…

1994 we held on to democracy,

But still no freedom at all….

This whole oppression thing seemed

To be a tumor spreading 

amongst human systems…

We thought black on white 

was the only issue,

But today we witness 

black on black oppression…

No freedom in the presence of corruption,

No freedom where love come at a price,

No freedom if we fail to forgive and forget….

Yes! It is not easy to forget 

how hard they fought,

How hard they tried 

and how they were tortured

As they gave their last breathe…

Families left with widows and widowers,

Pain and sorrow 

were the only things left for us,

We cried with no help, 

things stayed the same,

No flux…..

We called for unity, 

but we always got voice mails,

Male voices in yellow vans 

shouting for the honor of death,

No mercy granted for poor blacks….

Peace to all those mercenaries 

which died for our survival wellbeing,

The world became our sanatorium, 

we recover from the concussion 

that we had….

After all that we tried hard for,

The tears we shed,

The loudest screams we had….

Still.

There is no freedom that I see,

This is the beginning of 

my own struggle…

The beginning of war and 

I’m ready to fight,

For what I call my FREEDOM

#WORD!!

                      

HARD TIMES FOR A NIGGA

Hard day at work, 

But the day never worked for me...

Systematic numerical ish 

messing up my mind,

Sports shattering my soul 

and taking over my life…

Trying to make things right, 

but find myself in a position where I feel like

I'm losing everything that I have...

Adorable for an instant, 

the next moment I’m a cold blooded stranger,

First time experience 

spending some time together

with a non verbal conversation,

Fighting with my brains 

due to an unadulterated stress 

I thought I have...

My thought contradicting, 

affecting the outer me,

Swaying on the streets with anger and confusion,

Considered a Jaywalker….

Kaleidoscopic version of my life 

reflected as I took a closer look to the mirror...

Realised I was hurting myself indirectly

So I kneeled down and shout out 

to the one over me...

Oh what a Saturday!!

Waiting for tomorrow’s sunrise, 

so I can start a DAY....

Never say never mind...

This is what I’ve gone through…

WORD!!

NALEDI

Ke naledi moila seetsa,

Ke naledi seedi la ditshaba…

Ga bo yona godimo marung

Ga bo yona fao go fihlago 

dinonyane tsa boramahlale fela…

Leswiswi la re go aparela lefase,

Ya taga go feta taemane…

Ya kganya thabeng tsa sione,

Ya eta pele barongoa go yo 

bona lesea Jerusalema…

Tse botse di reelwa ka yona,

Dinoinoi tsa lefase, 

diphidi le tseo di hwilego…

Ya masa re e bone pele ga mahube a banna,

Ya ja ke mahlasedi a letsatsi,

Ya ba gona ge e ile le musi wa dikwekwele…

Ke naledi sereto sa bo kgaetsedi,

Ke mogwera wa ngwedi 

thaka ya bo mapimpana…

Ka mebala dia fapana,

Tsa kopantsha dihlogo ra bona 

nke dia swana…

Ke naledi ya maruberube, 

rubela ko tlase,

Koshana yela ya mohlamonene….

Ke lebonentsetsema,

Segadima boshego bana ba robetsi…

Leshata ga e nalo,

Sa yona ke go benyabenya…

Ra e bona e wela fase,

Ra nyaka re se hwetse le ka mohlala…

Ke bothakga bja yo godimo ramaatla’ohle,

Yena mohlodi warena le tsohle…

Ma afrika a re tageng 

go swana nayo naledi,

A re ikgantsheng ka naga ya bo rena…

Re shitwa ke eng go gadima 

boka seetsa sa lefase?

Kera yona naledi sebonala  ka leswiswing…..

KE TSHABA BADITI
 

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