The Butcher

You always stood outside his door, didnt you?
Ready to pounce when he blinks
Your shadow a bubble wrapt around his head
To shield your gnawing dagger from his soberness
your bubble gets bigger and it did
Making your horns look seemingly like a crown
He sought to own it
He blinked
and swiftly, you pounced

Tearing through his inflamed chest 

Ripping open his melancholic brain

With your fiery arm on choke

Wrestling against his faintly gasps

Instantly, leaving him little but a shell

A shadow of immense greatness
A lifeless heap of nothingness
Another steak neatly cleaned from your table

But what of your insatiable hunger for gore?

Outside whose door do you now wait?

Ready for carnage

When you turn came

You said never to hopelessness
But when you turn came you bowed
What happened to the war within
And victories untold?
It’s sad, to see you withered
When it was time to stand your own
And face demons within
 Now we are left here
 To deal with the menacing pain
 Of the years you lived
And the years you died
Until the day you bowed out

Spark

How can a spark shine so bright?
Warm our hearts with hope
Lit our paths crystal clear
Even far afield in Cape Town
How can that spark,
Shine to death
Without ever becoming a flame
A fire that sets our hearts warm
And ignite our hope
How can a spark shine so bright
Only to leave us in the dark
With no glimmer of hope
Why, why, why, why, why, why?
Why did the spark that was our hope
Shine so dimly until it faded away
When all we needed was fire

- for Reggy

Reggy

It’s a bitter pill to swallow
The bearer of bad news has called
With a word you are gone
The journey to yourself curtailed
It’s a horrible dawn
 Cut short before the rising sun
All we have is a memory of a dark night
No one knows if the sun was about to rise
 Or if it’s rays would have pierced the rain clouds
 Or if the night had its eyes set on infinity
You are a memory painfully etched on our hearts
A hope unfulfilled

 - For Fulufhelo Reginald Ratshitanga (R.I.P)

Phoenix

When rain clouds gather
And fearful darkness looms
You are unafraid to heed the call

To Burn a heap of  ashes
Til' there is no trace of yesterday

You are the Phoenix
The master of time
Renewed with each every passing second

You are not afraid to burn
Vanish into vistas of nothingness

You know time comes
For the ashes to breath
For the bones to move

You rise again
Against fearful odds


(There is a phoenix on Mutangwa's wall)

Full Circle

Love is not for kids, they said
Grow up, you might live to tell
It is smokes and mirrors
You see nothing
When your eyes are wide open

So I closed my eyes
Only to watch parting hearts
Leave trails of a brokenness
The story will one day be told
Of the never ending pain

I opened my eyes
To embark on the mute pursuit for happiness
For something that cannot be touched
For something that cannot perish
For something that cannot disappear

It was not found in the valleys
It was not found in the mountains
It was not found  in sacred places
It was not found
In the hallow classrooms of miseducation
It was not found here

At last
Tired of being on the old road
The endless mute pursuit for happiness
Broken by the unwavering anguish
Amassed in the seemingly never ending pursuit
Only to emerge here

Standing at the edge of time
Finally going blind to reality
Unseeing the world and its gory
Only to see what has always been here
Something that cannot perish
Soiled by innocence
A full circle
It never started, it never ended

For Witty

They don't hear the waters wailing
The things you feel demand depth
That you drown in desperation
Telltale signs are there
Yet no one looks
They see the madness
And not the cry for help
For tears dries at dawn
But a sinking heart doesn't stop
Until you take the plunge
And sink in your despair

- For Witty

Moon Chaser

Moonchaser,
hold on to your dreams
the night is still young
though darkness is in abundance
hold on to tomorrow

Moonchaser,
The night is not the end
There is a gold that shines
When all this is over

Chase the moon,
Run after for its light
It will lead you home
At the break of dawn

Don’t touch me

Don’t touch me I am fragile 

I shutter at the tenderness of your touch 

I must have loved you to the moon

So much that I seek nothing 

From the endless mute pursuit 

Love me with your bulging eyes

Not with your ugly hands 

Nor your  pudgy self 

Love me from a distance

Though I am in your shadow 

For I break 

At the tenderness 

Of your 

Touch 

Long live the Sun

Robert, I have lived all my life
looking up to you
Wondering if I will live to the day
When me and my boys cease to be landless

Robert, you are gone
Same as did Sobukwe
Same as did Biko
Same as did Lebalo

Gabriel, will you still look after us?
Inspire us to go for our own
Until the child of a peasant is the landlord
And the landless are redeemed

Gabriel, will you be the courage
That burns in our heart
At the face of endless injustice
Visited upon mother Africa

Long live the Sun
That rose from the east