Scars

These scars
Are tales written in pain
Lyrics of a dark gloomy pursuit
A fruitless pursuit for happiness

They tell of the ups and downs
Of the joys and tears

These scars
are a history
A story of infinite pursuits
A story of this person

They tell of the dreams and nightmares
of the successes and failures

And like a shadow
They live to eternity
Branded on this soul

Doomed

In my darkest hour
When nothing matters
I hope I live
For something bigger
For something worth dying for
I hope I live
Beyond yesterday and tomorrow
Beyond today
I hope I live
In the hearts and minds of time
In the hearts and minds I cherished
I hope I live
On the never ending cusp of time
On the edge of endlessness

Or am I doomed?

Ode to a Chameleon

Old lizard

Though you change a million times

Your are the truest of them all

They have known your form

They have seen your colours

But no one knows for sure

If you are green, brown or another 

Yet no one sleeps with an eye open 

Hoping to catch you in your menace 

They know they will never round-up 

Your infinite colors 

You are a breath of change 

You are nature's kaleidoscope

They can never tell your color 

Though you have never failed 

To rise from within a burst of color

And amuse the eyes of the beholder 

They love your colors

Oh mirror of your environment 

They love their colors 

Though they deny

They are ever changing

Just like you

They love your colors 

They love their colors

Chimurenga

Chimurenga

Are you awake?

Is this another rise?

Did you not deliver the other day?

What about the land?

You want to give it back?

Is this another Chimurenga?

Who are these pale hands?

Holding placards that seeks to undo

Chimurenga

Liberate Nyika ye Zimbabwe

These pale hands too?

Don't be a fool

Enemies are not friends 

Don't let them bask in your sunlight 

They blind you with crocodile smile

They want your land back

Chimurenga

Wake up

Don't sleep on your freedom

Don't sleep on your land

they want it 

Chimurenga

What about the lessons?

The leadership?

Was it a mistake?

Should we all go back?

Back to bondage?

Chimurenga 

Don't sleep on your victory 

 

Captured

Your worse captured me
Imagine your best
I shiver when i contemplate
That a damascus moment will unleash tomorrow
and it will not longer be accidental
But a moment in a lifetime

Prisoner

Lock me in the prison of your heart
I am a blowing wind at dawn
Stuck in the mute pursuit for happiness
Chasing after never ending shadows of bliss
Only these words can tell
Only these lines
The ups and downs
The highs and lows
In this valley called life
Nothing matters but a blissfull end
And if it be in the prison of your heart
I am content
For nothing else can ease the pain
and the hunger for affection
Nothing can heal the memories
of a childhood stuck in solitude
In a world that breathes in my head
Inside the innocent whiteness of my brains
Take me in I am your prisoner

We are nothing

I worry that one day
These dreams will come true
I fear that we will not be ready
To be gods
We are born of greatness
I fear that one day we find
We are the moon and the sun
The rising stars of the night
And the cool breeze at dawn
We are the elements
We are everything we aspire to be
We are everything we like
We are everything we hate
We are everything we love

We are nothing

Infinity

Bent
Never broken
Through the dark night
Through the gloomy winter day
You remain
A deafening silence
That gives birth to never ending love
Though it withers
Like rusty winter grass
It finds courage in spring
And rise with glowing summers

A silence that gives  birth
to Infinity

Its Tumi, she killed herself

Did she say good bye? they ask
A dark cloud looms
Vivid pictures of a body ravaged by rat poison
Fleece infested
Nobody knew until the lock was cut
Now the whole skwatta camp is staring down
Down her lonesome body
She is history

Picture a future with withering memories
Confused thoughts, heads rolling in disblief
Linda is no more
Kiss friendship good bye
Wondering if there is life after this
After the her body is rolled into a van
After the last spectator walks away

Knock knock
Who is that?
Linda
Linda? Linda is no more?
Is it a ghost?
Or is this head playing games
Or are we all in heaven now

Death be not proud
Couldn't get Linda but got Tumi
She was gone but not for good
Found her way home
Only to find a shack full of people
Mourning her death

Its not her they rolled
She is still full of life
Its Tumi
She killed herself
Some blame the streets
Some blame the late night street walking
Some blame Nigeria
But everyone knew Tumi
She was black

To all those who died in my arms

Sometimes i crave immortality
At the thought of ghastly pains
And anguish visited upon you
Not with a heart full of bitterness
Not with arms of vengeance
But with a promise of better days
A tomorrow that will outshine today
Just as summer days outshine our winters
Seekers of comfort
Of company
Of love
Of something greater
These arms have betrayed you
Not love
Not comfort
Not protection
Only memories of pain untold
Hence i crave a never ending breath
For fear of your haunting eyes
When St Peter calls.