how did he move
what colour was his rage
why is that it's him that I  ask of
who is he who lays now side by side with trash
his shape and form lost in that hate fueled fire
body cooked in pieces
it's a friends foe who blew his brains out
it was no magnum - thats and fast quick
he blew him with a harmer
a few blows for good measure
proceeded to insert down his lovely heart
a sharp stainless steel dagger
a dagger that was a knife a moment ago
cutting finely through ginger and chilli
a meal he will never get to eat
He was of the clever type
he was my nephew
and he loved that we shared
a name and a few ways round the field
sure would have been nice to have known him more
he is a dead mystery now
lost to time
connected by space.
lala kahle mfana wam
umoya omubi ngeke uphumelele

I see in you
I see in you
Aaaaaaaa

Maybe I feel in you
I feel in you………….

That.

That we are ok
Ok amidst it all.

I see in you
A way around it all

I see in you me
Me a few years earlier

Me when you were still walking
And I was already running

So much has changed

I see you in what has not changed in you

I see in you
What you must guard jealously

I see in you You
Take care of you
Keep your wings at your feet
Fly always across oceans that tango around each other
Feet in
Feet out
A step here
A big break there.

I see in you
All I have lost

What a great young lover you would make

I see in you
What I can never have now or again

I see in you
A lover I should not have
…should not stand on her veins.

I see you a lover
A lover I should usher on

Nothing is any bodies fault
Its nature's fault lines

poetry means nothing in real life
proclaimed a philistine
forgetting that the idea of nothing
is poetry itself.
poetry means nothing in real life
thats why we do it.

I stare straight right through my gaze
Listening to myself look
Space too deep to hear
I am listening to a future you will not see

Black dawn
odd doom
domkop
Sinyile
Kumnyama embusweni wenkawu
inkawu ayiboni lutho.

Ko ko ko
Bathi ithi come in
Mina ngithi round
Ngoba abekho abantu abadala.
Shiya umlayezo.

Boooom!
Yaqhum' iphasela
Ugogo engekho
Kwachitheka ubuchopho.
Basabalala ensimini
Kwamila ubulongwe
kwasha ubontshisi.
Sasala silambhile silembhethe.

Cozi Cozi yaphela

Ungathi Lol
ngisayo lola
Bese ngishaya isilolo
No need for isililo
Ngiphethe insimbhi ekhafula umlilo
Ungathi lo
Uma ulanda umlando ngami.
Ngiyi butho lika malandela
no Mandela anga dela.
Le bhari zama nija zithi
Delay is da

Kwasukasukela
Cozi
Sampheka no gozwane.
Kwakukhona ikhehla elali
ngumngani Om'khulu
no mfana okade edume
ngokulusa izinyosi. Lomfana
wayedume ndawo zonke
ngalekhono lakhe elingajwayekile.
Kwathi ngelinye ilanga umnuzane
thizeni wasendaweni la kwakuvela
khona leli Khehla lakwa Nkosi Ndlangamandla, wacela ukuthi ikhehla limkhulumele no Hhawu LweMpisi, u mfana woju nezinyosi.
Indoda le yahlushwa yizinyosi njalo uma izoba nomgidi, kuthiwa izinyosi thizeni ezazithanda ukuvakasha singamemiwe njalo uma kujatshuluwe emagcekeni aloMnumzane. Bathi zazi vele ziyeke izimbhali ezinomsusa ku, zikhethe ukuzitika ngezivakashi.Zitinyele lo, sijaghe labaya...... To be continued

Large number of people dead in server crash families of the expired
encouraged to reclaim their codes.
Messages to be sent as dreams to the dearly departed informing  them
of their accidental expiry.

The other day I realized something.
I noticed a change in me.
And it was not new.
It had been a few years that
this new part of me had grown into me.
Like I had grown a new *******
or an extra sense of smell.
A sense of smell
that maybe only I and few
strange under sea creatures had.
I was not afraid of trouble any more.
Yes trouble.
I was not afraid of it.
Maybe just like Malcom X
stopped being afraid of it.
The white man’s system is the boogey man.
Trust me
I know.
I am it’s cheap free stolen pillaged ***** oil.
Without me that machine ain’t moving.
I am not proud of that.
We fought them as hard as we could-
cow hide to a bullet
kicked them out of Haiti
with bare knuckles
faced them down esandlwana.
Gave them a taste of a true humanist-
Sankara.
And we are not done yet
cause their yoke is still on our necks.


I always used to stay clear of it.
Trouble I mean.
That fear or call it a way
defined who I was.
And how weak I was to become,
Until now of course
I know tango with
Trouble.
Once I thought of trouble
as I scare about the night and it’s ghastly possibilities.
Then
one day
realizing how my fear of trouble
had broken me.
How flight has tripped me.
I got hold of a thought
and held it close to me
as if it was always mine.
Close like sweaty black arms to rusted steel of an ak47.
I got hold of that thought.
That close.
That thought was
**** trouble
I love trouble
Like I love the night sky that would not be as beautiful if it were not for the night.
Only when darkness visits us
do we only see the beauty of our stars.
With darkness
you learn to love
the little faint light
that shines only at night.
I love my night time cause i have learnt to see its beauty amidst my ruins.

We live in cycles of outrage
Internet bashing
Bully fiefdoms and cold sensations.
Nothing comes out of the outrage
it's all just another ******* to
this crazy age.

It wasn’t me
I was still dead

When you thought you did not see me fall
It was because I hadn’t gotten here/ it was because  I was not here yet

Enemy
How deep should I hurt thee
Wounds always fresh
Dagger at the ready
Enemy
Who sent you to steal my sanity.
Enemy
You left the cage door unshut
Now allow me to introduce you  to my beast
Enemy
Your pain will be my
Rebirth.
Once upon a time I could not spell the word enemy.
Now I have a date with you
One day.

We have to reclaim the best of ourselves
from the clutches of the worst of ourselves.

It's green time drop the envy plant a seed and wait your turn under the sun. It's a season of green please don't be mean. I mean you too can
reap so use your eyes to saw hhayi
ukuwela umfula ugcwele.
Don't wait for lemini iyeza nakuwe
lemini ila. Do something new for you
today, no not a pair of new shoes or any of that consumer sort I mean something that can grow and help,
that can help you, your family your people, hhey they are still there, as much as many have given in to fast cars and street lights many more are
there waiting for your hand. Abantu
basesekhona kumele bacingane, babambhane ngoba isizwe siyaphela.
We need black south african survivors, to hold up the flag of who we once where - and pray that our efforts will be rewarded when our actions inspire a rebirth in a time yet to come. A time we will not see. We are still due our rennaisance.

Mahlehla sizothi Makwande okuhle.
Ibambhe lapho mfana Om'dala.
Sisayo lola
Sizoshaya i'slolo.
Hlala ne Dlozi
Khuphula umdali
Bonga imvelo
Hlonipha umuntu
Saba umuntu
Vusa umuntu
Bade lama Bade.
Dala Bade lama Bade.
Dala ku daleke.
Isiminyaminya
Kwama sina s'bhekane.
Gcwala!

I am living a broken version of my life
If the fight came to reclaim  it
I would fight
Hear me out
Wiil you fight
or run to your miserable death
I am living a broken version of my life
Life is full of magic and wonder
Reach for one of those thin invisible liquid strands
Let pure power run through your veins
Energy
Breath
Again
Breath
Again
How you feel now
Ready to care for you now
Fight for you now
Don’t lay your life for yourself
No honour in an enemy less kamikaze mission
I am living a broken version of my life
This is the last time I hear you say that

Refracting white light without breaking it up into its component colors.
Designating color perceived to have zero saturation and therefore no hue, such as neutral grays, white, or black.Refracting light without spectral color separation.

my child
fear not
you know me
I am a sent by
the all the consuming
fire. Serve light.
no man has seen God
and lived. Fear not,
don't tremble like
Daniel or be
terrified like the
shepherds. attempt
to be of pure of heart.

Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
From your shackles
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than the year
1890
catch
I just flipped you a boxfull of
matches
Michael bakunin at the cemetry gate
Barking
Hear his wolf scream
A call to arms
Time of no government
is here
Free yourself from the taranny
The terror of government
Of minister
Of head of state
I met a man who kept that guillotone shining
So when this moment arrives
From dust it will emerge
to redefine our path
Once again
Its long since we the people
Saw a caviar filled
Wine drenched
Head
Rolling in the piazza
Dreamers
Schemers
Anarchists
Nihilists
Forgotten children of
London
Switzwerland
Shake yourself awake
Awake from your long slumber
Kick open the rooves/ceiling of your graves
More to burn today
Than year
1890


They’ve burnt the earth
To rolls royce  around
Showing off their ill gotten gains
Impostors .

The earth is on fire
You next
Trust me
Their conspiracy
Stewing since the first bank note was printed
Their machines are here
Soon
You are surplus material
To be sacrificied
At the alta
Of
1%
Their twisted nirvan

Stoke your own fire
avoid conflagaration
Send the blaze
To their overrated parlament

I got an sms the other day
While on a tube from picadilly to london
The Barbarians are also coming .
Don’t be left behind
Great
grand daughter of the true humanist
The anarchists.

soweto is about to sleep
it's 21H47
this side of the world has its back to the sun
its the moon that has our attention
nothing special about this night
beside the fact that  I am telling you about it
soweto is about to sleep
this side of the world has its back to the sun.
I hope your time
on your side of the world
is a pleasant
as this Soweto night.

Blah blah blah
Motivation this
Motivation that
Papa black sheep
Have you gone mad
Yes sir yes sir -  I fall for all suedo helpers.

We Have No Friend"

Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no wear, ain't got no job
Ain't got no money, no place to stay
Ain't got no father, ain't got no mother
Ain't got no children, ain't got no sisters above
Ain't got no earth, ain't got no faith
Ain't got no touch, ain't got no god
Ain't got no love
Ain't got no wine, no cigarettes
Ain't got no clothes, no country
No class, no schooling
No friends, no nothing
Ain't got no god
Ain't got one more
Ain't got no earth, no ?
No food, no home
I said I ain't got no clothes
No job, no nothing
Ain't got long to live
And I ain't got no love
But what have I got?
Let me tell ya what I've got
That nobody's gonna take away
I got my hair on my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I dot my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my *******
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my ***
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, got my blood
Got life, I got my life

The thick smell of *** you never saw fills the room
This the only room you could afford
The false sense of order defeated by the foul smell of ***
If this room could speak it would tell of tales not even your wildest dreams could conjure
I saw a big cockroach while sitting on the warm electrified loo
Cape Town
Always a tale of numerous realities slee

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

I am cunning cause of my wounds
Bound up into a tone of bitter flesh
Emitting an odour
Only I can smell - an adour keeping me alive in this mad game called life.

Who knows it
feels it

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

I lick no wounds
no more
I leave them
fester
A pungent reminder of this treacherous  path

Wounds have morphed into eyes
looking backwards - sideways - as I propel forward - gas leaking everywhere - radar broken

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night

saddle up dear reader
You too are wounded
Ride like devil's calvary is up on your bumper
Strike like the power of the high veld  thunder
And disappear like a drop in the orange river
They are after your kind
fight old rider
fatigue is not your salvation
your dagger your only way to your true emancipation
fear them no more - they have laid their eyes on you
send your doppelgänger - and get lost in the crowd - after you have struck at the heart of the beast - western civilization

western civilization
the true enemy of humanity
fight like sankara
fight like lumumba
Fight like Dingani
**** the queen

The threats against my sanity
keep me sharp
not awake at night
I have seen your agenda
Your sport of drinking black blood
will end.

I am back.
Black.
Glad.

The list is endless
Colonialist
delegation list
Same list
different criminals

Yes it's me, the B.I.G
Competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal clothes was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street
Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular
Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a FALL at!
B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
Quick to smother, a punk *******
Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya
And I love ya, cause you're a sweet *****
A crazy crab, the type to make my **** itch
I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
B.I.G. is a born trooper
Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
Stay dipped, and I'm not a booster
So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond
There's no other assumption, I got it going on
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother, be noddin' her head to this
Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
Live in action, guaranteed RAW

darling
there is no way
you are not out there somewhere
in a city
a borough
a village
yet unknown to me.
alone.

I hope you wondering about the idea of
me somewhere
as I pen this note to you
my third eye chances upon you
at the edge of a frozen Geneva lake
next to a stream in Serengeti
around a New York park bench
aboard a trans Siberia train
at a sao paulo concert hall
on a humanitarian mission somewhere
settings worthy of our nearing meeting
I wonder if the thought of a stranger like
me
is as intoxicating as yours is to me
I stopped by to tell you
I left the door slightly ajar
for your eventual arrival
I wait for only you
and my expiry
I know I will see you before that
so
take care of you for me
I will do the same for you
my dear

Talking to Oneself  

I’ve made a lot of mistakes,  
with sky-high stakes.  

There’s an invisible floating shelf  
of all my clean and ***** laundry,  
always in my face.  

Still, I root for myself.  

Life is, after all, mostly about loss,  
heartbreak, regret,  
and letting go.  

I am here,  
with a healthy dose of love for myself,  
betting on more joyful moments to come.  

For now,  
I breathe.

Good morning Soweto
You still at peace. I can feel
Birds still audible
no police siren
as yet
neighbours still speaking
hush hush
jet plane abuzz
up above
pass the morning moon
I wonder whose leaving or coming
I sit naked on my potch
pondering
wondering
what next to say about this peaceful morning.
The cat ambles away from its naked owner
and rests under the ***** tree
which like the naked owner
is enchanted about this Soweto mornin.
what a charming life this morning is.
I  hear a woman sweep her grass
we don't say lawn in this part of the world
Her strokes calm
unrushed
she is no cleaning
she is starting her day, putting her best foot forward.

If I was a god
I would have only created morning time.
Its the most fair time of the day
at most times hopeful
a dramatic difference from the madness
of afternoon
time
and the uncertainty of evening
time.

If only
I could bottle this Soweto morning
and have a sip of it this afternoon
and another drop this evening
if only.
If only
I could bottle this Soweto morning
I would send it to occupied Gaza
grief stricken Yemen
messy Libya
depressed Finland
If only.

I have to say bye
cause nothing I say
is as glorious as what I see and feel
this morning.
Have a good day whoever you are
wherever you are.
I am off to strut around my Soweto yard unbothered.
Ta-ta.

Ngibuhlungu
Zonke izizwe
zisibukela phansi
Kanti nathi nabaholi bethu
sibambhisene ngokuzicikela phansi
Koze kube nini
isimo sethu sinje
izingane zethu ziyolenzani
lelifa lokufa

South Africa has 2 grave
on going criminal cases
One committed against us by
european colonialist and the one
our "liberators" are commiting
against us since 1994.