Friday, November 14, 2008

I AM A THIEF

yes i am a thief;
in front of the judge i had said;
yes i steal with my head high;
yes i am a thief;

for many politicians came and promised us life;
many had life we never had and they left;
i steal not for fun but for a need;
i refuse to be a begger;
i steal to fill my gut;

i stole from myself and i never felt good;
yes crucify me is fine;
dying bring my suffering to an end;
dying bring peace to my mind;
for evil i always think;

i will steal and steal for i am nobody;
i'm rejected by many;
my existance is of no value to many;
when i pass they whisper;
when i greet they keep quite;

i steal for justice to be done;
doing a little wrong for a big write;
yes i'm aware of my deeds and actions;
i'm aware of the pain i cause;
yet my stomach cause me to do what i'm doing;
i steal and steal.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

The other side of Africa

no one ever showed us that side;
the side an American child do not know about Africa;
it is hidden by those who undermine it;
a side everybody hate;

all we know about the mother continent;
she gave birth to all human mankind;
she is known of poverty;
she is known of pain and murder;
why is africa to many a dull and infected land;

a land so rich that the outsider love;
yes they love it for their self enrichment;
a land of gold and diamond;

my africa has another side;
a side that is difficult to see on tv;
a side that many can not believe;
Africa is a strong mother;
persicuted by her childern and rivals;

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

A Journey with an old Man

the sun was at the centre of my head;
beside the fig tree there was an old man;
thirsty i am he screamed to mel;
i went near he said "give me anything to drink;
and i will tell you secrets of life"

my mind ran wild my spirit was tickled;
i gave her a cup of water to drink;
he said "the shall be the water in your house for the rest of your life"
the water will bevel you and your family
many will fight you for what is yours

never mock those who better than you;
for you will need them sometime;
the shade of death is squashed by the light;
the light from your ancestery;
never leave a stranger in your house;

these are the mystries the old man told me.

Love is Pain

i hate to hide from it;
i hate to believe it bacause is true;
i hate to face it because is reality;
that love is painful;
that love has tortured me;

i absorbed and diffused my being to someone;
someone special than all the memories;
i embraced her smile and sorrow;
her strength i cherished;
while the weakness we overriden to be better;

wow, the pain was nothing but a pain;
it wounded my love perception;
my courage was timid around her;
my tongue would stutter;
i could not talk or even to mumble;

love why are you so cruel;
why do you rattle my heart;
why do you feed me to lions of minds;
why do you throw me in the dirt;

upon you i used to laugh from my stomach;
upon you i used to cry when i'm happy;
upon you i used to dance and dance nakedly;
why do you abonden me when i rely on you;
when i gathered my strength you hide yourself;

i so wish i never knew you;
you are pain and pain to my being.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

her last good bye

ring ring was the phone;
to my ears i put to listen;
hallo i said,
yes there was her voice saying;
my son...my son how are doing?

fine i'm doing mom how are you doing?
for a some seconds she paused;
i asked once again;
her voice was never bold;
her moods was never cold;
she said life is life we have to live it;

i asked wether she's fine?
she said i had one thing i needed the most;
the son out of many sons;
th e one weapon against life;
the sacred one from my ancestors;

i love you a lot she said;
i said me too i love you mom;
she told me to be strong and never to be afraid;
i said here i stand, good bye she said;
as usual i said good bye too;
little did i know that never will i hear her voice;
i wept my eye to pain,yes my voice to pain;
unfortunately she is gone forever.

Monday, May 26, 2008

i feel blessed

i feel that i'm blessed more and more;
i woke up without my eyes but i see everything;
my is spirit is sensing life un to my flesh;
my troubles became a funtasy to me;
i feel that i'm blessed and i am;

the african son from the toemato background;
the small but greater in the minds said;
i will one day have my own stars and moon;
i will one day see the side of bread and butter;
for mercy is upon my shoulders;

who could believe that the poorest of the poor are rich;
who could smell the bigger pot being cooked;
i feel blessed because i can still breath;
many do not matter much;
my life will remain a mirror to the next generation;

i will leave a legacy,a legacy hope and dreams;
a dream that surpasses all riches in the world;
a legacy to know and accept ourselves;
to understand the meaning of love and hate;
to give without looking back;
to feel the need to grow above every standard
yes i feel blessed and i know i am.

Friday, May 9, 2008

in the mist of my tears

in the mist of my tears;
i cried like a dying horse;
yes in the mist of my tears;
i felt the pain of death;
in the mist of my tears;
i felt a pain greater than labour pain;
i felt my heart repturing;

i cried for help no one answered;
i knocked to my neighbour but i was never looked at;
in the mist of my tears;
i felt the tears,the tears of sorrow and shame;
in the mist of my pain i called your name;
please save me from this touture;
who will rescue me from the darkness of the world;

in the mist of of my tears;
when men and women desert me;
when the friends reject me;
when my family is ashamed of me;
i then fixed my eyes upon you;
i thought of ending my sorrow;
but i remebered your love;

on you i rely and rest;
on you i find hope and love;
in your words i'm comforted;
listening to you brings my will to live back;
in your words i gather my strength;

but my question will always be why should the son of this woman suffer;
why must i fall in the hands of the wicked one;
my life does not feel like life;
in the mist of my tears;
i feel the dark cloud upon my head;
my vision is blur;
my path and ways are never clear;

my question will always be why should the son of this woman suffer;
is it a curse or what?

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

why me?

my heart is crying;
crying for my seed;
my tears fill the oceans;
to whom should i ask this question;
why me?

what wrong have i done that others did not do;
that is for my ancestors;
what huge sin have i commited that this punishment come upon me;
i can not say i am angry because i'm not;
i thought of having a nice family;
a nice wife and beautiful kids;
all that is taken away;
why me?

i feel nothing like a man;
for what is a man without heads in his house;
my enemies are mocking me and they laugh when i pass;
they call me foe who cant preserve himself;
why all these things uponme?

i hate to say what i'm feeling now;
i hate to pray in agony;
i hate to lay my life for shame from friends and family;
why me?

Saturday, April 19, 2008

i am confused

in the midst of glowing roses;
i felt like i planted them all;
many wanted to smell but they could not;
i knew their difference smells;

i said i wanted to smell only one;
the more i smelled one themore i wanted to smell more;
my heart was never content;
my eyes led me astray from myself;
my human mind decieved me;

i thought i will stop but i did not;
why i'm i stealing from myself;
why i'm dirting the pot full of healthy milk;
how do i turn away from the medicine for my recovery;
my spirit is unsettled like a hungry eagle above the waters;

yes the i tried to wave my thoughts by getting one rose;
yet i was still empty;
i went for the second rose;
i also felt as i'm not visible;
for there are many roses in this field;
for all of them smell differently;

i can not finish them;
i only need one.

How do i feel

how do i feel when we fight;
how do i feel when i see tears on your cheeks;
how do i feel when i dont know myself;
i feel i lost myself to dogs of the world;

how do i feel when you hide your face from me;
how do i feel when african children i assasinated;
how do i feel when the sun set before me;
how do i feel when you are so far but you are close to me:
i feel that i failed to do myself and justice

how do i feel on our first aurgument;
how do i feel when i'm being impossible to her;
how do i feel when all i tried fails;
how do i feel when she needs my shoulder and i'm not there;
i feel not to be deserving her;

i feel a heavy cloud upon the earth;
i feel no lover and no sweet anymore
please forgive me for my insensitivity.

Friday, March 14, 2008

who am i?

i cried is enough;
my eyes are sore and painful;
i hate to realise that i lost my faith;
i hate to understand that i lost myself;
who i am is not me for myself i'm far way from me;

i wanted to know my destiny;
i needed to know my believe;
my ways always lead me to shame;
my utterance make me a loompant;
my friends and enemies bond because of me;

who am i not to know myself;
some said i'm a creation of God;
others said mahommed is my father;
while others say that i'm of hindu by blood;
who am i for i dont know myself.

i tried

i tried but i failed;
yes i did give it my all yet i failed;
my ghost is so heavy;
i lost the last bone of hope;
i thoght i'm togher than the tough;

i looked up and tears ran down my cheeks;
my voice was vey silent to others;
but i was crying inside with a loud cry;
my head felt to big for me;
yes i tried to be the best i could be;

yes i never faked myself;
the i was impeded by the calamities of life;
some said i am a fool;
i hope i will be who i want to be one day.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

when it rained

I loved the smell of it;
Maybe because I was in your arms;
I lost myself in the emotional wilderness;
Your touch moved my heart to my right, left and centre;
My whole life changed in a moment;

I refused to be convinced but I failed myself;
I thought I’m tough and strong but you weakened me;
How nice is to feel what I felt;
How blessed is to walk without feet;
How marvelous is to fly without wings;

All this happened when it rained;
In your arms I never wanted to leave;
For you are never sour;
For me you’re a perfect match;
For I saw you in the foundation of my life;
With you I want to grow old;


Your humbleness and long legs turn me wild;
Whenever I see you I want hold and kiss you;
I struggle to sleep without you soft lips
I always want you time and time again;
It rained more and more;
I held you bone to bone;
Pelvic to pelvic;

You told me nothing more satisfying than when it rained;
I smiled for I was happy and so you did the same;
I was sure that about what you are doing to me;
I loved it but more I loved you;
Thanks for the good food;
It rained and it rained on me.

Saturday, February 23, 2008

A letter to my daughter

I write this letter in pain and suffering;
The world is a doomed place to live in;
It is always dark in the middle of the sunlight;
I only do this to help you not fall in the same pit I fell;

At first it will smile to you and you will smile back;
It will give a sweet wine and dine well;
The world will bathe your feet and touch your toes;
Like a dove it will be gentle;

I opened my eyes very late;
It is quick and clever of a snake;
Its anger is of a lion that tears apart a lamb for a meal;
I urge you to take heed of thy self;
For I know it is coming;

I would love to know that you have tasted the crisp of marriage;
I would love to know that you tasted the pain of labor;
I would love to know that you can stand on your feet;
Life is dark deep whole;
You go with it, it will swallow you;
Take heed of thy self;

It is only the best I want see for you;
I wished they told me about it;
I would have listened to my head;
I would have not been like this;
Please guard yourself against the hyenas of the wild;
They will come as ships;
Their intentions are nothing but to devour;
Take heed of thy self;
From your mother.

how do you do it?

How do you do it?
Tell me for I need to know?
How do you go around in the field like a hungry dog?
How do you drink out of bucket while there is a jack?

I thought for you a future is bright;
I thought you could see wrong from right;
How can you really give your body to the dogs of the field?
For guilt nowadays is nothing for you;

You hide from every one during the day;
For you know you are a mother, sister to somebody;
Is it hunger or poverty?
Is it money that you do that?
I’m ashamed to be in relation with you;

Your popularity hit me on the chest;
I sometimes in denial that you know me;
You are like dirt that any woman does not want to see;
For you break many families and friends;
Why don’t you respect you body and yourself;

For I know that your sins will haunt you;
For one day you will say only if I listened;
Then it would be too late;
How do you sleep with the whole nation for money?
You call yourself a role model;
You create a rotten South Africa;
You a prostitute… how do you do it?

Roar Africa roar

Roar Africa roar
Roar the land of the kings’ roar;
When you smile I get strength;
When you sneeze I fill my stomach;
Roar Africa roar;

My soul is exalting my leaders;
Those that ruled before I was knitted together;
I worship my Africanism and my origin
Many are time you were a captive;
Yes a captive in your own home;
How cruel is the heart of an imperialist;

May you rise up and proclaim to the world;
Show you figures and curves to them that oppressed you;
To them you can say gone are the days…
Yes the days of racism and anarchy of my black color;
For who said intelligence is embedded in the color of the skin;
Roar Africa roar

I will continue to be myself and keep my tradition;
I will remain the same one as I was born;
Misery and agony I determined to experience;
I refuse to walk in the white man’s shoes;
Roar Africa roar;

I will only wear that is for me and endure the right pain;
I shall clear the cloud confusion of over my generation;
I shall teach that each one shall teach one;
I shall speak that they spoke in the past;
That Africa belongs to them that are Africans;
Roar Africa roar

Show them that you were guided by men of wisdom;
The martyr of all times, the flexible yet stable;
Roar Africa roar.

the tears of African mother

The tears of African mother
I saw an African mother crying to death;
She was crying with a piercing voice;
In the land of Liberia, Congo and now Kenya
Her tears were as red as blood;
She screamed for help but no one came to help;
Only the sounds of rebels and machine guns piercing the body of her sons

The mother of the nation is shot by her sons …rebels
If it politics that is killing our people then it is not worthy it;
The innocent blood is all over the land;
The son to an African mother is killed for nothing;
Africa wake up why are eating your blood

The wars of power continue to destroy our land;
The wars of power continues to kill our mothers, brothers and sisters
Where should I live?
Why should I ran away from my home
I still hear the cry of African mother
Crying for peace and love

I said to her don’t cry mama
But she said to me my children are all gone
Some lost their hands and feet
Some don’t have hands
How cruel is power.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

the mystries behind a sadness of love

Love is endurance of differences and understanding of different perspectives;
why are my instincts hasitate me?
i called her the undisputed queen of love;
the fresh meat around the dry bone;
a lady in the mist of damsels;

how impossible is to fly without wings;
how impossible is for a boat outside the sea;
many are times we left to the land of kings and queens of ourselves;
yes,yes we did caress one another;

if God persists the devil exists;
what is love without pain and mistakes;
the imperfections and my wrongs faded her love away;
i never faked what i felt;
for she brought sun rays to my world;

my contrasting willing spirit of courage;
engaged me in controversial argument with myself;
at first it was her hurting;
now i'm crushing in pains like an aborted baby;
i felt trapped like a moude to an angry cat;
i always wanted to impress even in moments of depressions;

i never gave up or retire on what i believe;
yes i believe that i'm not a heartbraker;
for there is no love if i can't forgive;
and understand the clove-to-hand brother of love..........trust;
it is hard to cope while the rope of anger;
comes between things we hoped for;

one old man once said after a feeling himself;
the love; the pain; the laughter will never cease;
the groom the bride will come together and be one;
for failure was never part of my life;
for aims and thoughts that goes beyond;
the impossible are of great achievement;
you the person fo my spirit;
you and i were connected like a perfect ring to a perfect finger;
you casted me away like a rotten yolk of an egg;
i once heard a certain bird singing a song of love;
that i should have laid unshakable foundation;
i never believed that you my fountain of love miscouraged our love;
i have impregnated you with happiness and joy now you remember not;
my angry troubled spirit is heavy,
i felt to climb mounteverest and rest my life;
i never stole from our baby;
i never conspired against us;
why did you leave me astry and slain my life.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

my feelings

it was only for him and her;
a bond of affection and respect;
wrapped in a foil of trust;
presented by the hand of love;

feelings and emotions were poured on to me;
i was praised with my failures;
for love i said i'm ready;
for pain i said i'm prepared;
at all i'll remain the shoulder you always you wanted;

i feel life is short without you by my side;
you came to me to see through your skin;
you never hidden a string from me;
you were always clear as cristals;
for you i layed my life for many to slain;

i can not afford to be inebriated of momentary pleasure;
you the bone of my bone;
the flesh of my flesh;
the soul of my soul

Monday, January 21, 2008

My Greatest Fear

my greatest fear is never to die;
my greatest fear is never to starve;
yes for many died and many starved;
but my greatest fear is niether to starve or die;

my greatest fear is not to fail;
failing to know and discover myself;
it is not to fall in the tricks and traps of my enemies;
my greatest fear is not conspiracy against me;

my greatest fear is not to loose all my riches;
my greatest fear is not to loose all my friends and famalies;
but it is to live without fear and doubt;
it is to see the sun shine;
it is to love and not be love back;

my greatest fear is to live without knowledge and vision;
it is to be cheated of life by many;
my greatest fear is to live an empty life;
yes my greatest fear is to live life without him,God.