Misunderstood (The Freedom Ave. Series)

Don't break me up
There is no peace in my pieces
I fear I bleed too much
Fragile, I shatter
Under your microscopic watch
I have been there all along
Under your vivid scarlet  eye
Blood gushes out, veins burst
Before you can see through
And go like the rest
Loaded with nothing
But sheer misunderstanding
Weighing heavily like gold and diamonds
When its nothing
But a figment of your delusions

The Runner (The Freedom Ave. Series)

He runs for dear life
from peace
from war

All are
But meaningless shadows
Lifeless behind him

He runs from the sun
from cold
 from warmth

He longs
For emptiness within
Unattached to him

He runs from his shadow
from himself
from the future

He shudders
at the possibility of his shadow
finding expression in him

He is alive to the possibility
Of waking up to nothingness
A sweet end to the mute pursuit

He is at peace
When everything is left behind

David (The Freedom Ave. Series)

Many sing your songs unknowingly
A harp is for summer, a psalm for glory
But summers are distant in their memories

They don't recall when last did the sun shine
But the sun did shine, making a lot
of seemingly endless summers

Tomorrow not guaranteed
But the end is certain
Certainly for you, wrinkled soul

Sitting somewhere wild
Clinging on to your blunt black pen
For the verse is too heavy on you

And so you write a poem
        David
        Though King among kings

A poem for a season
        Your splendour is far off
        Only the shadow of your fall remain

A poem for reason

         Couldn't beg for love

         Nor count losses when lovers lost

A poem for a poem

         Your shadow remains to the day

         At the house of Uriah the Hittite

For on the flip of time

Your ills are a crown, golden

A blissful your story in the end

A tale worth telling 

To the silent pages of time

The holy grail of your crown 

Happiness (The Freedom Ave. series)

Happiness is not the wind that blows
A fashion piece that comes and go
Its not the sun that shines
Its not out there
Its not the villas and valleys

Happiness is not the moon
That shines from afar
Yet dull on the surface

Happiness is not a moment
That you pursue relentlessly

Happiness is a place
Happiness is a mountain
Happiness is a river
A tree, a shrub
Within

Happiness is not a queen
Dropped in marbles and diamonds
Her crown is a shadow

Crowned by freedom
Happiness is King
Though stuck in darkness

Love (The Freedom Ave. Series)

Love is a song for a summer day
Sing it when the sun shines
And thorny roses colour the veld violently beautiful
Don't mind yesterday's gloom-stuffed weather
Don talk of the rain that soaked the soil wet
Its a summer day after all, forget the mud
Sing the song with all your heart
Not for the audience,  their hearts are deaf
Not for cheers, they have no cheers left
Sing it for your heart
For a summer is here and there
It passes and comes back again;
Passes again and comes back once again
Lest you sit and wonder
When the summer day is gone
And there is nothing left but to hum a tune
A song once sang half heartedly

The Thinker (The Freedom Ave. Series)

Head bowed to eternal knowledge
An infinitely insurmountable mountain of thoughts
Chin held by a withering arm
You time is spent
Far away from the harrowing reality
You are stuck in the immortal depth of despair
Your thoughts are walls
Wells and fountains of endless enlightenment
Too heavy they bent your back
Cowing you to the lacklustre reality - life
Of simple ideas, ways of man
No too deep, to drown him and not too high, to escape him
But your ways are similar to rays of sunlight
Permanently on the face of the earth
They pass unnoticed
But your splendour blinds the eyes of those who care
To stop and watch as you find your way through the darkness
You are the Thinker, carved in the freeness of time

Shadow

Against grandmother's walls,
you loomed large
The flouroscent lights that flooded our home
Nearly dimmed your presence
But throughout the years,
you have been my tail
Though you are all I see
Always, I knew
When I walk with you
I am walking alone

5 lines

(for Maambele)

5 lines for the next Lap
An epoch pregnant with untold promises
A journey, nevertheless
Overcome by your giant Leaps
Unendingly, keep walking tall

The Corona

Good Morning World,

The Coroner stands by your door 

No sure what the Corona intended 

He has come to count

What the ugly sweeping hand is doing

To this the beautiful world

A vulture awaiting on your souls

A silence that sneaks into the world

A new world choke-held by lockdowns

and panic buyings 

Curfews in the age of globalisation

What a contradiction!!

The Corona knows no fed tummy

His hunger is infinite 

He cares not for the bones 

Of hungry little kids

Protruding from their worn torn garbs 

He is hungry, feed him

He has no use for your piles of toilet paper

He must be feed

Wash your hands, drink vinegar 

But who will disinfect the soul?

From this menacing world and its anguish

Feed the Corona, feed him some more

For the Coroner must get to work

Its almost morning

The Crown is calling

(written during the pandemic )

Gemini (Union of two eccentrics)

Everything is sharply rejected and despised
T'is hard to tell if life passes by
Or if T'is a deep immersion into its depth
The mind that wanders
And the mindless wanderer
Complacent and unaware of the roving winds
That keeps hearts steady
Never longing for warmth
An observer walking afar
Yet at times weary of being on the outside
Looking in; from a heart whose blood is drawn
Robot like going through life in a dream
Far away from the ashy shadows of social validation
Keeping everything private; far from the piercing crowds
For another eye is an eye too many
To stare and glance deeper into a bloodless heart
There must be world for the unknown
For those who anonymously walk through life
 It is a world within; of endless experiences
Free from the heartless imprisonment of unions
Embracing the sweet reluctance to romance
In union with the hunger and emptiness
Of a life lived within than the life lived without
In the union of two eccentrics