Bulimia

13, 20 , 60, 100 and more
How much can I swallow
Is it a hunger?
or the soul is hollow
Where can I find more?

A sudden rush
Am I á bigger Man now?
What's this stuffed in my heart?
A heart full of broken hearts
The weight, I am choking

Ever seen an ablution for a Soul?
Broken pieces muddy my composure
A sweaty rat race to nowhere
If I get hungry can I start afresh?
Until I am angry again

How many does it take?
For ghosts to start living
Can love truly heal this?

Matilda

The streets were dusty
and the village wrapt in delusion
some walked up the road
some worked till dawn

But Matilda could never sweat
All she wanted was a dark night
To conquer her with dreams of splendor
far away from the village swamps

Neon lights were forever lit
A stream of cars treading below
as if pulled by an almighty hand
Towards a far away destination

That is all she saw
whenever her eyes were closed
For there was nothing for the eye to see
since the last comrades returned

They came back, empty handed
no arms no freedom only a ballot
and the hunger brew
until the village was torn

Each day was a long wake
for the day the mute pursuit begins
When neon lights becomes a reality
And the village is no more

Dzimbava (Nkandla)

Bomepome ndi la mini mudini wa Nkandla
Na kani haa u hone mulandu
we sa muungu wa sina
wa fadala sa mapfuvhi tshilimo

Kani ha inwi vhathu ni mabofu
Zwa mudi dorobo ani zwi vhoni
Zwine na tangulwa masiari li ntha ha thoho
tshanu havha tshilomo ndundundu

Vheiwe ani magoswi
Ni lushaka lwa vhahali
No kunda mabunyu Phiphidi
Zwino museto matoni ndi wa mini

Ambani ha ndi pfe
Lwavha lungano lu pfuvhe
Ni si fele felo sa bete
Ngeno ngoho i khagala

Ambani vhavhi vha kungumale
Tshavha tshinwi tsha Nkandla tshi twanzuwe
Lushaka lu wane phodzo
Sa bofu la Dzherikho

Asina Vhungoho ndi mbava
U fhirwa nga pfene
Line nau vhifha halo
Vhusiku mavhele leri thi fari

Vheiwe kani ni dzi mbava
Ni tshi sokou lavhelesa na sedza
Ngeno lushaka lu khou tangulwa
Sa matsilu no sokou donola mato

The Pain I am (She cries)

She cries
Though not so loud
her tears flood my heart

For i know
If time could have it
and we never met
her tears would be dry
her heart filled with joy
her face beaming with smiles

I am that pain
you see on her face
I am that bitter salt
Saturating her tears

When love i promised
i gave a love so weird it hurt
and now i am
that never ending pain in her heart
and she hurts and hate
because of me
how i hate the pain i am.

Amy

You ran so quick
So we could learn to fly
Sang so loud
You raised a piano from the dead

Your hell was here
Stuck between demons
And now you are a gospel
With so much life in your death

You are the angel
That learned to fly so early
It broke it's wings
And now we are all masters

The beat is not the same
Your voice is missing
And your shadow lingers in our hearts
For you sang our hearts out

John Mabila

I don't know you
I dont remember you
But the smoke and the dust
flying high up on the stage
as you strung your guitar
and with a vibrance of youth
wow our ears with ecstatic mellodies

We learned nothing
but we danced until dawn
far away from our troubles
and childhood blues
entangled in your melodic tales

Loner

Walk walk walk
dry earth patches
some frown
some smile

Green leaves are no more
but sweet memories
the path long walked
the only fresh sight

Talk talk talk
silence is the loudest
birds, rivers and fires
rushing in silence

Only a mind left
to stare at the self
there is no sunshine
there is no teary rain

Walk walk walk
backward, forward.
its a silent song
sung or not

Phiphidi, dare you cry for me

Phiphidi, dare you cry for me
It was always a love full of hate
bitter sweet childhood memories
and sad days when we parted.

Yours was an ugly love
though you loved endlessly
much love you took from us
only to leave us stuck in solitude.

The sun is yet to stand still
it rises on the hills of Tshandau
How I loath your fiery red-lit sunsets
Hopefully you don't remember me

Phiphidi, you are a lie
and if you see my people
toiling to tell their weary tales
Say to them, 'I killed him'.

67

Funny how we still don't know you
Some say it took 67 years
All i hear is bleak weary stories
Racism and plunder not yet a memory

If I close my eyes for 67
Will you at least let me see
What freedom is
For still, i have no idea

'Tshwane' still called 'Pretoria'
Marikana mines owned in Britain
Miners fell there for a decent wage
Murderers still getting rewarded

Will i live to be 67
See freedom in my life time
or will Steyn City grow bigger
and Diepsloot much colder

Only from the brown bottle
I saw my father embrace you
No wonder streets are the same
Still stuck in the mute pursuit
of aspirations from 1948

Tonight

Tonight, a dark cloud gathers

pregnant with untold sorrows

a nightmare ready to breathe

Tonight, love is when we burn.

our weakness and imperfections,

growing larger than our breathe

Tonight, you hold on to forever

As it slowly turns into trauma

seeing your soul reeling in agony.

Tonight, Can we love?

till  we wash away at the crack of dawn

become piercing memories of darkness