I chanced on a familiar sight
a minute  or two
ago.

It struck me as similar
but unfamiliar.

A sight of a flying machine
up above.

Once a sight a minute.  
Now out of place
in the blue sky
above.

Who is coming .
Who is going .
For the world is apart for the first time
in a long time.
Everywhere is over the seas now.
You home is your new neighbourhood
your suburb the new city
We survive with inches
Long gone are days
filled with endless miles.

The flying machine now.
Seems airily familiar.
Similar perhaps
to my ancestors first sight
of those European ships of plunder
as they slithered slowly in
on our peaceful shores.
Abundant with all that is life.

The flying machine
landed somewhere
I didn’t not see.

I have a feeling
one of these days
something more spectacular
way beyond our comprehension.
As dramatic as  
it was for us
when Jan Van Riebeek
first set his sights on us.

I have a feeling that
unlike the flying machine
what will be hovering above us
would be the sort
no living being would have seen before.

The signs are ominous
If I think the rare sight of plane is out of this world
out of this world will be upon us.
Soon than we are ready.

Our future will fly in
In a pirate ship that set sail
from a time totally unknown to us.

It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People ******' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Standin' on the front stoop hangin' out the window
Watchin' all the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a *** hag…

he is having a adventure of a lifetime with every move he conjures
he is the soweto dancer
white supremacy on his throat and *****
he still moves
he's kept that secret space inside secret
no lynching of a thousand black bodies can untie his bond to his gas
he is of this earth
for he moves so seamlessly with it
he is the black dancer that has dazzled
time and time again
he is from brooklyn
ouaga
bahia
soweto
kingston
Marseilles
abuja
he is the black dancer
motion his breath
expression his concubine
juju his solemate
he is bojangles storyboard p pantsula
pantsula
pantsula

You got to appreciate
You got to be great
It's a wicked caliber
It's a little story
Some sonic glory
Control
Wicked satellite
Just right
Harder than a gunshot
Hard than the steel
The way of the explosive
Ire
Rasta is Higher
Yeah
Control
Fire.....The soul desire
Mighty, yeah
Youth them a shock out
The youth them shock out
Stepper
So pass the pepper this is hyper
Yeah
Y'all
Next man give some loving
Next man give some loving
Never mind a gun shot
Never mind a lick shot sir
Harder than the gun shot
Quicker than a win chun fighting - right on
Higher
Control
Rock it
Rock it
Rock it
Control
Yush
Mighty
Harder than the gun shot seen
Harder than the steel
The way of the explosive
Ire
Rasta is higher, yeah
Controller
Wicked satellite
Just right, yeah
All night
It's a little story
Some sonic powerful glory y'all
The stronger the breeze
The stronger it blow
Mighty y'all yeah
Jah
Wah, yeah this guy's ultra

I am weird man
I see it now
I am weird man
but I think well

well
I'd like to think

I am weird man
I love stupidly
losing great lovers along the way

I am weird man
I'm in communion with nothing
nobody
no place

I am weird man
I make nothing of my gifts

I am weird man
I let it all slip

I am weird man
for I look forward to
the End.

They broke my camera
Scarred my ego
Nose bleeding
Confidence
gone walking
Found these words
At the corner of pain and regret.
Now ******* rage
Fucken philistine
Uncle to Mediocre
Cousin to ignorance
Son to heedless
Imbecile stay on your lane
Learn maybe you might.
Re read
And bow to superior logic

Blue.
Pink kind of blue.
Somber mood. So beautiful.
This agony awakes a pure kind of pain in my chest.
I have a colour for my crisis.
A mermaid,
a little dragon sing for me.
Soothing yet utterly depressing.
Perfect pitch for my mood.
I am sitting on a flying island
I  sit there quietly
I feel the slow
cool wind
I watch the horizon.
Blue.
Pink kind of blue.
This somber mood is so beautiful, really.

this song smoked all my ****
It plays better than I can listen
this song smoked all my ****
sounds like the album cover

I heard this song when I took my last breath

yes believe me
It smoked all my ****
It was left unplayed for too long
Now it rings in my deepest corners

Acid and cognac
to walk with this song
cause this this song smoked all my ****

Actually I would drink water to this song

life does not gives us what we want it present us with options".