It's been a while since I wrote a song for
the ones I love, been decades long since I hummed tunes of deliverance, been
almost never since I believed in the songs I sing, haven't at all tapped to
melodies of hope now of late, kinda seems as if I have missed even the end of
the rainbow. I find myself strolling under a tunnel that seems to have no end,
listening to records that have cracked rhymes, listening to the poets that have
lost inspiration, getting invitations to events that never will materialise, soaking
my head in buckets that lack faith, dressed in garments that poses no healing,
preaching to the masses that seek no gospel, dangling from the roof by a
thread, wrists bearing cuts, lips buried in all that intoxicates and my mind
conquered by pain. Here I am, standing bare foot, drenched in the taste of my
own tears, head lifted up to the heaven seeking answers, fingers of faith
crossed awaiting the rain to fall and maybe an answer to my supplications. If
the rain isn't yet destined for me but can it rain on and for the ones I care
for knowing that when it all falls on them some drops of salvation, drops of
redemption will fall on the follicle of my hair and that for now is enough.
26.7.12
20.7.12
A fucker
Is one who selfishly feasts on the fruit of the receiver without shame
the one who fearlessly has both her hands in the candy jar
Selfishly putting the needs of the receiver first
A fucker
is an artistSelfishly putting the needs of the receiver first
A fucker
One whose art is inspired by sounds, whose painting is inspired by moves
The strokes of her brush are rooted in her receiver for her receiver
A fucker
is a song
The strokes of her brush are rooted in her receiver for her receiver
A fucker
Every verse, every chorus, every hook is by and for the receiver
A fucker
is a musician
Whose lyricist is the receiver for the receiver
Selfish receiver
Selfish receiver
Fucking
is a language
spoken by tongues
a language spoken without meaning
18.7.12
The
very hand she used to greet me hello
to
pat me well done
to
tell me right there
now
stand before me pointing get gone
the
very arms she wore while holding me tender
that
kept me from insanity
that
cured me from myself
now
stand dangling from the roof
pending
my decease
else
they will mother my decease
The
very lips she used to sing me mellow to my slumber
those
very lips that found warmth
way
between my thighs
way
inside my soul
now
stand open
to
spit venom to the world that was once ours
when
she used to care
The
legs she wore when coming to my world
When
stepping into my thoughts
the
ones wide open on my bed
as
we gave birth to our sons and daughters
now
stand open on my neighbours counter
the
very neighbour
who
used to come for supper
maybe
you were for supper
I
played hide and seek with the sun
till
the moon came to her rescue
Had
to answer to the winds of the clouds
threatening
to bash the world with water
Something
strange almost happened
thought
I saw the ends of the rainbow
then
I realised it was the nightfall
almost
had me feeling loony
Never
knew the sun had an after taste
until
I suffocated on the scent she left on my clothes
when
I hung them on the line
I
sort of like her smell
The
stars seemed kinda distracted
as
if they had a new companion
sadly
they left
as
the rain chased them away
never
got a chance to confront them
for
their apathetic behaviour
now
the rain owes me one
Mrs
Nightmare had a plan
never
fails to deliver
so
I stayed up all night
to
avoid her loud knock
she's
not known for mercy
I saw the sounds of our destruction
Heard silently the voices coming from the pictures
Saying we've seen it all
Heard it all to share the tales
The tales of what came to be
At our watch
Thinking we were lifeless
To tell of the shame
Brought to the life by the gluttons of hate
Witnessed my soul disconnect from my flesh
Only to sit before me
Imploring that I listen
To the pictures like from the movies
For they have borne witness
To the witches that are now lifeless
Heard silently the voices coming from the pictures
Saying we've seen it all
Heard it all to share the tales
The tales of what came to be
At our watch
Thinking we were lifeless
To tell of the shame
Brought to the life by the gluttons of hate
Witnessed my soul disconnect from my flesh
Only to sit before me
Imploring that I listen
To the pictures like from the movies
For they have borne witness
To the witches that are now lifeless
17.7.12
The postman
Mr Weatherman never made it on time
to deliver the state of my day
But it rained that day
The bakery truck never came
I'm still stuck on yesterday's crusts
The radio died at the traffic announcement
Too late to hear what I was meant to hear
My throat to be congested with pain
The doctor refused to sign me a sick letter
No excuse to tell my boss
Forced to swipe into the gate
Across the road you stood
Fate had her hands sitting on after O'clock
Tick Tock! Could no more kill the suspense
Your head buried in the sand
Your words sat neatly on that note
Tears left the ink of your words in splatter
How carefully you avoided the "WE’s"
Only in caps were your alphabets clothed
Set to penetrate through my mind
Maybe I wouldn't ask you why
Knowing you owed me "why"
So I planned to ask you why
In a font smaller than the rest
stood the crux of your note
No italics could lessen the volume hidden behind
your words
though you somehow tried
still nothing could shelter the storms wrapped in
your tone
so you shouldn't have tried
No dots could hide the freedom in your words
So you should have just kept it plain
No art could put out of sight the orphan you have
made of my heart
Not that I'm ungrateful
but gratitude won't bring you home
Truth was never meant to leave our hearts merry
Shyly you typed the conclusion to our story
“I AM SORRY"
was all you could have said
Your eyes already have told
of the mystery behind your recent sins
Your silence already confirmed
the distance that kept your heart
away from my longing arms
Across the road you stood
delivering the end of our times
What a sad Postman you always will be
The
sun lit brighter than routine
The
winds blew with so much rage
The
moon never came
The
stars were less than ten, never could be my turn to fly higher than the eagles
That
day never could be ordinary
Glitters
in her eyes as she stood before me
Her
voice shaking out the words of my calamity
Telling
me we were called for a different era as tears rolled down her face
Unable
to catch even one
Still
playing catch up with my own
Her
skin shivering to deliver the news of my fall
Tapping
to tunes of what was, what never will be, what I never could be
Moving
to sounds I never could hear
Lyricist
to rhymes I never could feel
Humming
her love is gone
Our
time has come
To
count our losses
To
switch off the flames
Turn
off the beat
March
to paths that never will kiss hello
11.7.12
one
we ate from the apple of
deceit
walking on forbidden lands
living on twisted truths
truth and lie equal to one
wisdom can never be for one
one whose paths never were
pure
greed came in-between the one
whose purpose was to honour
the one
who fathers the kingdom of the one
Siza?
I am the best portrayal of beautiful open wounds and a God-fearing woman. I love beautiful self-respecting women I love poetry, I write poetry, I think poetry and I will boldly say that I am wordsmith and I am currently educating myself about pictures and paintings. I may not be easily moved by paintings, I may not be driven to my knees by paintings of crying women and children but I understand their relevance. That kind of communication is still somewhat foreign to me. That kind of speaking is still on infant's level to me. The one thing I have found comfort in for as long as I have been old enough to see, talk, touch and reason is the art of words, the art of poetry. I would almost fall asleep in exhibitions of paintings and all the silent things but words revive me, they liberate me, they comfort me, they console me, they are the voice of God to humankind. If there is anything words have taught me, it is that I can be anything and everything I was destined to be, if the earth cannot physically make me into all I was destined to be, my mind will definitely dwell in such a state. I may not have been blessed with the gift to utter words to the masses but God has given me the gift to utter words to myself through writing and that for now is enough for my own liberation.
10.7.12
Mystery uncovered - Crimes of hate Part 2
The 4th lesbian
The mystery has now been revealed to me as to
how this comrade was put to sleep, she was apparently gunned down in Nyanga.
This lady was "gunned down" meaning her death was no mistake; it was
a well planned deed, a brutal act. These men had all the time in the world to
see to it that her spirit and her body were no longer one. If they had so much
time to gun her down, they also had time to do other things to her that we will
never know before silencing her. I can just imagine how proud they were after "saving
the world" by silencing this "thing" as I'm sure they called
her. Imagine as they climaxed in laughter as they patted themselves on the back
singing "ifile lento", walking away from their sins, leaving behind a
soul disconnected from flesh. I can also imagine them dedicating every bottle of
cider to their success as they drank away this "problem" they helped
get rid of. Did the blood of human stop haunting the perpetrators? Awusekho
umvandedwa? What happened to that little voice that tells us right from wrong?
Has the world become so inhuman, so cold that we are able live with human blood
dripping from our hands without shame, without disgust, without conviction? Are
we now able to live our lives freely knowing we mothered the loss of a child to
a mother? Has God fled from this world and are we now under Lucifer's yoke?
Sexuality over life? Greed over mercy? Sin over salvation? Wrong over right?
Lucifer over Christ? We now sit at the edge of our fall, sipping from our pain,
feasting on our overflowing plate of despair, acknowledging our failure,
angrier than before, fucking harder and more passionately than ever, more
unsure than ever, raising our eyebrows to whomever will lend an ear, maybe an
army, willing to submit even to the darkest of angels no matter the conditions
of their favour. Who will save the "queens of the damned"? Jesus?
Satan? Anyone?
I drowned myself in her love
I suffocated
in her absence
Bumping into her in my nightmares
There she stood
My beautiful nightmare
Helpless I stood acknowledging my fall
Face to face I stood before the reality
The reality of me and her
Slowly I have sunk
Into too deep I have submerged myself
Involuntarily yet willingly I waved yesterday to my liberty
Tapping to her calling
My ancestor she became
Calling my name to paths defying destiny
Word for word she lured into her world
Tiny steps turned to running as I sprinted to the reality of me and her
Consciously I drowned myself in her love
To a point of no return I fled
My wrong turn kinda affection
Crossing fingers I be her wrong turn too
Bumping into her in my nightmares
There she stood
My beautiful nightmare
Helpless I stood acknowledging my fall
Face to face I stood before the reality
The reality of me and her
Slowly I have sunk
Into too deep I have submerged myself
Involuntarily yet willingly I waved yesterday to my liberty
Tapping to her calling
My ancestor she became
Calling my name to paths defying destiny
Word for word she lured into her world
Tiny steps turned to running as I sprinted to the reality of me and her
Consciously I drowned myself in her love
To a point of no return I fled
My wrong turn kinda affection
Crossing fingers I be her wrong turn too
9.7.12
You are the kind that has an ego to dress the whole of
Africa, you are mysterious and you love to keep it that way. Just like me you
want the world to think you are perfect, you want the world to see how spotless
your footsteps are and how pure the words that come from your mouth are. You
are gonna think "what an asshole she is for thinking she knows me, no one
knows me”, but I do, I know you. I might not know the mess you are going
through but I know you, you have unconsciously opened yourself to me and I'm
sure you want to kick yourself for it.
Push me away gently by AfroCentriq
Push me away,
it’s alright but try to be gentle.
I'll unscrew
myself from you, but just give me time to tell the heavens that you don't want
me anymore.
Give me time to
walk to the deepest oceans and throw all the beautiful moments we have had
together.
Push me away
gently, do it gently in a way that you won't even notice when I have unclipped
myself from you.
Push me away
gently so that I don't feel the pain of my loss.
Push me away
gently so that I can tell the walls of hell that my joy has left me.
If you push me
away gently you will see I'll be gone without troubling you.
Do it slowly,
give it time, I'll surrender.
Letters to my Rainbow
It's
been a while since I saw you face to face, since our skins sang the same song,
and danced to the same jam. Lately we have relied on the sound of our voices,
tapping to memories that we once upon a time shared. Lately we have moaned
pleasure through the wire; certain it can never take away the scent of our
physical interactions. Lately I have heard you cry, too far to mend you
complete, too far to dry your tears, too far to hold you tight but my words I
have given you, a bucket full of words hoping they'd last you long enough till
you lay in my arms once more
How I miss your careless laugh, that hooligan kind of laughter that leave me in stitches of embarrassment, that un-lady like smile you shed on me like light, how I miss the feel of your hair on the tip of my fingers, the tone of your voice when we host sexual devotions, how I miss to bask in our loud silence, to bask in our historical conversations.
I cannot pledge to take away the storms of your heart, the calamity in your world, but I can make you smile through the storms, through the pain. I pledge to make you mine against all odds
How I miss your careless laugh, that hooligan kind of laughter that leave me in stitches of embarrassment, that un-lady like smile you shed on me like light, how I miss the feel of your hair on the tip of my fingers, the tone of your voice when we host sexual devotions, how I miss to bask in our loud silence, to bask in our historical conversations.
I cannot pledge to take away the storms of your heart, the calamity in your world, but I can make you smile through the storms, through the pain. I pledge to make you mine against all odds
I sang for you
You came to me already burdened with yesterday, already
weary, already a non believer, you came
to me already wounded, clothed in fabrics that represented scars but somehow I
thought I could save you, bring you to redemption with my words, the words that
best sang the tunes of my heart. Fell in love with you until I stopped fighting
it, truth was you were now a part of my soul, not even denial could alter that.
Like a book I slowly opened the pages of my heart, fed you with all the
knowledge of me, I thought you could tell of the impact you now had on me, I
thought you could see how proudly I wore my heart on my sleeve, I thought you
could see how barren life will be without you. I opened the legs of my heart,
hoping you’d plant your seed of faith in me, hoping you’d feel the warmth of my
soul, hoping you’d take a walk of revival within my soul, hoping you’d be born
again. But there you stood, covered in sins of distrust, more doubtful than ever,
pushed the doors of your heart on my face, breaking me to pieces with your disbelief
and all I could do was sing for you, I sang for you, tunes meant to soothe your
heart, hymns to turn you into a believer, I sang you scriptures to my heart but
never have you been so deaf. Foolishly and blind to your truth that was my
truth I sang on, soaked in tears I sang for you, hoping you’d see my tears, hear
my cries, maybe see my heart. I stood there, waiting for you to tap to the melodies
of my heart, waiting for you to be a believer, waiting for you to let me be
your saviour. In words I sang for you, serenaded you with words meant to
marinate your heart to deliverance.
Crimes of Hate
This weekend was
a very sad one for the LGBTI community, having to lay to rest 4 of our kind due
to hate crimes and these 4 deaths were followed by another 4 which happened
this very weekend. One lesbian named Busi was killed in Tembisa, a couple’s
house was burnt down with them inside and the fourth lady’s death still remains
mystery. I cannot begin to express how scared I am and how unsafe I think
Johannesburg has become, in fact Gauteng at large is unsafe, we have no hiding
place, we are been gotten rid off as if we are less human, like we are animals.
We have become known for our sexuality, labelled less human or even dragons and
sometimes devil worshippers because we find satisfaction in the Eve’s of this
world. Pastors preaching against us as if they have been promised seats in the heavens.
Our mothers and fathers disowning us because we didn’t turn out as well as the kids
next door but in all their disappointments and disapprovals, we remained
unchanged, we remain rooted in the skin of Eve, still we find comfort in our
very own kind, we still remain what we were before their hate and crime.
4.7.12
So cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you
That's the wrong thing to do
Touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you
That's the wrong thing to do
Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you
That's the wrong thing to do
Cause you say you love me, and I'll end up lying
And say I love you too
- Drake
That's the wrong thing to do
Touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you
That's the wrong thing to do
Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you
That's the wrong thing to do
Cause you say you love me, and I'll end up lying
And say I love you too
- Drake
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