That Boy

That boy
That boy you see on the street
That boy you see roaming
Up and down with cheerful friends
He goes home to a empty house
He goes home to a family of strangers

That boy
Though he is cheerful
His day and night are shells of emptiness
He is fatherless

That boy
You know him
He has a mother
He has a sister
He has a family
But not a father

That Boy
He has a name you know
But it is not his name
He has a surname you know
But it is not his surname

That boy
That boy
A fatherless boy
Has a father
I am him

Father

A friend might be for a season
A lover for a reason
But a father forever

What then when all that remains
is a faint memory of the hey days

Is he still there?
To love and protect?
Even when seasons wither
and reasons fade with time

Is absence in another name
Not an absence

Does he see when he is gone
Watch over our hopes and dreams
Or does he cease to be when he is absent
A father

Doomed (Prison)

To give myself up?
Would it appease you?
To give you my red-bloody heart
Would you set me free?
Its me and only me
No one but myself
If i walked myself into prisons of your thought
Would you wake me up?
From these sleepless nights
Mindlessly thinking of the better days
Before the day i met you
If i surrender my all
can i walk?
If i forsake all i have?
Would that free my soul?
Or am i doomed
What is it?
What can i do?
To free myself from this nightmare
From the sun and the moon
That set my day and night ablaze
Heartless
Selfish
They say
But there is no sign of freedom
I can't walk
I can't walk away

Hunted

Its a muted pursuit for happiness
Sometimes i climb mountains
Walk on pitch dark thorny paths
Only to look back
You are on my back
Flashing blue lights
Am i an animal?
To be chased
And hunted
Don't lie to the world
In my hunger
In my distress
I am still a home to my blood
When this night is over
I hope you are there
To see the sun rise
From a place you despised
I hope its not too late
To see that in the mute pursuit
You became a nightmare
That made a dark night even more evil
Let the children come to me

Fast

Fast?
I wondered why??
A man walking fast earned a name
Not knowing it wasn't the speed
Of his walk but his brain
So fast
He was ahead of his time
His rhymes at times
Beyond our comprehension
At the mountain top
A fusion of rhymes and rhythm
Never made it out of the village
But he left anyway
So fast he never came back
Gone without a trace
No perfect pictures only memories remain
Of Fast

- for Humbulani 'Fast' Chibase

The Muted Pursuit

Sometimes you sit and ponder
Wonder if the mute pursuit ever ends
Is there a home for a disposed soul?
You wonder if the weary day ever ends
If the dark night ever give way
To diamonds and pearls
To rays of sunshine
That rises from afar
To a place beyond
A pursuit is not a walk
Its not a fun run
It is a weary toiling
It is a thirst that rises at dawn
And never find sleep at night
Sometimes you walk
Sometimes you run
There is no fun
Unless a pursuit is to happiness
That can last longer than lingering moments
Of bliss here and there and no more
When you have walked
Do you walk some more
Or do you find a tree
Embrace the tiresomeness
It is ok after-all
To be tired

Broken (What breaks a man?)

What breaks a man?

Is it the sun that doesn't rise?

Or is it a winter, that comes too early?

When a man who walked tall

Now wobbles aimlessly 

Is it the road?

Is it the journey?

That breaks him

What brings a man to his weakest?

is it a heart break?

or a heart that never got broken?

Confusion runs deep 

When i see him who was strong

With a heart build of bricks 

Slowly crumble to pieces 

What happened?

What breaks him?

What breaks his heart?

What breaks his soul?

Did he love and not find love?

Or did he hate and found love?

Why such misery on him?

What breaks a man?

Will he break again?

Or is he finished?

Pieces II

There is a poem called Pieces
It's an echo of a shattering heart
Written in the mind
Of the heart that is no longer
Of a soul that is no longer Godly
Pieces are falling
Wrapt in sweet red rosey affection
A glue that couldn't hold it together

Do you love and leave?
And hope nothing shatters?

What if it's a heart full of gold?
And not just the locks

Do you let gold shatter?
And watch as pieces fly

There is a poem called Pieces
It tells of gold pieces
It echoes of gushing blood
A golden heart torn apart

As they say, love was the motive

Nomzamo

Don't take her home too quickly
She never left us
Don't rush her home
She is at home with the people
Soweto is her home
Sweet showers from heaven
Not a curse but a blessing
Her race is complete
Dont rush her
Let her stay a bit with us
Another minute
Another second
She is our mother
(On the day of the funeral of Winfred Nomzamo Madikizela-Mandela)

This thing of ours

It's beautiful
It's taboo