Life is a roller coaster,
So full of suprises,
The twists, the turns,
The descending track,
The breathtaking rises,
Just a three letter name was all we said,
Now it’s the only thing repeating in my head,
Life is so special, our ancestors ranted,
It takes us a death, to not take it for granted,
I met you the summer of 2006,
You could shatter people’s bones like stones and sticks,
Yet you still were so kind and content,
If we had a problem, then to you we would vent,
A MAN among boys some people would say,
A towering figure that’s now passed away,
A smile among words is all that we needed,
Instead we just hated and in life we just cheated,
You’d walk through the halls and light up the room,
You’d light up our hearts and teach us to bloom,
For life is so sacred, and now on our ride,
We’ll never forget that you were by our side,
I saw you on Monday when I awoken,
You looked at me and smiled and no words were spoken,
Now as you ride the trip into heaven,
Our prayers are with you and your family 24/7,
I just saw you Thursday for a final time,
You were smiling and i shook your hand,
Now go and shake God's now my friend,
Always remember that we'll meet again,
Sooner or later when we reach the end.

life it has surprises each and everyday

we just never know what life will bring our way

sometimes it is good sometimes it is bad

they can make you happy then turn it into sad.



we just carry on like we have to do

we all learn to cope what life brings to you

thats the way it is the each and everyday

we just never know what life will bring our way

Um spoiled for choice
As i look at all these beautiful african girls
I like  i like oMampofu
So. Filled with life
They sparkle with untired enthusiasm
Waiting to explore. To kno more, knowledge seekers
Leaning on life's edges....they excite me
But then i really do fear the power
oMaSibanda , abangehlulwa thambo strong women
They stand tall to life's demons
Ever open claws defending her family
I bite my lips as i ponder over
OmaKhumalo.,, the royal blood of amandebele
Enadla umuntu limyenga ngendaba
Uphelele lomfazi as she walks kudikiza umhlaba
Their skin so smooth dreams glide through it
And they know it
so they leave trails of pride when they pass by

I am spoiled of choice
Really the african girls are beautiful
I sometimes lose myself in the fine tuned voices
Of oMaNcube
OMpangazitha   bluberring sweet nothings
With a thousand stars held in her eyes
She suprises me sometimes
how she paints dark hours
Into abstract art with no care at all
Bending the rules to capture a smile

OmaMoyo power in speech
Their tongue builds a nation
For Her lips even with such authority stills spill lustful imaginations
Um spoilt for choice
Africa is beautiful such beautiful daisies
The humble sweet Mandlovu, ogatsheni, ontaba engabhodwa ngale kwayo
Big heart and such understanding
Silently holding up cries within
Soundproofing the screams of pain
With a smile that melts my soul
And oooh
OMaNyathi with natural yellow skin
Light beings colouring our dark covers
Uyapenda isizwe,
Obuhle obungakhuzeki
Confidently Conqouring man's heart
Um spoiled for choice
These sons of africa have made pillars of daughters
Each tribe holds omama, oauntie, ogogo, odadewethu,
Black African ladies
Forged in the wilds of africa
Taught to respect and love
I crown all african ladies
With fresh picked daises of my appreciation
For you..... You ladies of Africa you are
Queens
Cause of every imperfection
With every stumble,
Every struggle
You dont let trouble cling on
You walk on
high in your red stiletos
Tight brown pumps,
Black polished sandals
And dust off yesterday's thoughts
Cause u kno today is another day
Another chance to conquor
But if you dnt today u still wake up ivin. More equiped
Cause u an African woman

I am spoiled for choice my heart
Can not decide
My heart can not decide..

It's 3:00 AM and sleep won't come.
It's 3:00 AM and I'm feeling numb.

I keep trying to shut down my mind,
But it suprises me with the thoughts it'd find.

I close my eyes, curl up on the bed,
But nothing pushes away the thoughts in my head.

Too tired now to even stop them,
I lay wide awake at 3:00 AM.

Love has been the greatest lie
that lies face first,
on the face of this earth.

It's not about big suprises,
or the feeling that arises
under our ***** sheets.
And it's not about trophies
of the perfect;
or who looks best shirtless
on the screen in front of your face.

It's not even about waiting till marriage
and riding away on a diamond carriage
to your beautiful honeymoon
on which you two, will stay true
to one another
and love eachother
in sickness
and health,
and one day, hopefully, wealth
for your beautiful children
and their futures.

It's about completely changing your view on the world,
as a worldly figure is now your homeland,
And noticing how colors seem brighter
in the daytime, and heavier in the dead of the night.
It's about feeling like you could die,
but at the very same time, loving life
like you never felt before.
It's about feeling what's right
in the midst of all the wrong
in this life:

Love

Hey. Guess you'll know it's me by now. I don't really know where to start. Again, I wrote you a ton of these kind of letters. They all ended up in the trash too.
You know, It kinda suprises me. You said that you read the line "I'm in love with you." from the last poem I sent you, thirty times. but, In the letter I wrote you, I said it too. I really thought you'd noticed. I really thought you already knew. Not that it matters a lot anymore now. In a good way though.
I really don't understand the stuff you do to me. remember the first day of school, when we hugged in the middle of the hallway? Lucky me, you walked away for a sec. I was shaking, it surprised me you didn't see. How? I don't know. Or when you told me; "I would date you." And my brain just, stopped. I literally couldn't think anymore. It really felt like a dream, and it still does. I dreamt about you last night, I vaguely remember. It was kind of a nightmare, but before it got scary I woke up. But seriously, when I think about you I just, I don't know man. ****'s confusing. But yeah, I really am head-over-heels in love with you. And, I don't know what's gonna happen next, but I know it'll be a good thing.
Sincerely, me.

Into the ocean, into the deep
Into the darkness, down I sweep
Into my mind these dark thioughts seep,
Taking the only luxury I keep.
Reserved and restrained, lost in plain sight
Not hidden by familiar shadows,
Rather a dull gray shade that falls upon me.
Insights to a past life through ink on paper,
Forgotten in mourning, focused on what is not
What is not there, no one seems to care.
Not wasting a life in grasping,
Reaching for what was lost, what was taken away
Never a release, just holding
Onto past lives lost in love, holding
Onto the same feelings,
The same highs and lows
Live life searching, looking for a new love,
Not the mundane pain that is welcomed now.
The silver lining, showing through the dark clouds
Swarming thicker, all around me
Confused feelings are surrendered
Through the passing of a note from my hands to yours.
Never regained, never the same
Uncertainty kills, and ignorance blinds, yet it heals
Built up to be broken down in cycle
Endless or so we think.
Suprises numb, knowledge strains,
Difference cuts
Through the veil that makes you think
Everything’s all right.
Not for long now, not as long as we think.
Pain strengthens, then hope lifts us higher
Only to fall lower, though never quite reaching
Not touching the bottom, the deepest of ourselves
Unchecked they run, freely so they think
The assurances of constant safety
It all disappears
In the end
When none of it matters anymore
You realize that it did
And more than you know.
Beautiful music, heard no longer
No longer shining, fallen to the ground
Welcome the pride, fall from grace
Fade into the night, pained by the darkness
Never really goodbye,
Pained by the absence
Of your voice in my head
Of your face in my eyes
Yet I do it in vain
And I remember the pain,
The highs and the lows
The sighs and the “no’s”
Of a love thought endless
There for me no more,
Chilled to the bone, frozen to the core
Broken down inside, never waking up,
You were there in the void.
The darkness of my mind
Is made more so by the absence of you in my life
More than you know

nights are wonderful
softening all shapes
taking off daylight’s sharp glare
we walk into
   a fuzzy unknown
   full of possible suprises

nights are terrible
turning familiar shapes
into threatening demons

nights are sensuous
in beloved arms
never to end
cozy and warm
times to remember

nights are strange
we spend them
doing things
for which the day
has left
no space

reading
   a trivial book
establishing the illusion
   of control
   over our daily lives

   nights are
   the dream world
   where we act out
   what we not dare to live

   nights
   are the backstage
   of our souls

where we rehearse
the visions of our life

the cast changes
the plot
   or what we take for it
remains the same

   we muddle on
   in darkness

taking for granted that
daylight
will come again
and show us
that the dark is
just
the flip side of the coin

forever waiting
until
one bright sunny day
you embrace it and say
“Come with me!”

Night wilds
mouths drink
He smiles
she winks

Chest stacked
eyes fixed
Looks back
he's  hexed

Knobs turn
doors swing
Passions yearn
minds sing

Doors close
mouths clutch
Clothes loosen
fingers touch

Candle sways
eyes adjust
Music plays
concious lust

Bed begs
bodies prone
Hips wedged
voices moan

Carnal urges
friction increases
****** bursts
prolonged species

Souls delighted
bodies tired
Sleep enlightened
dreams inspired

Sun rises
light shines
Morning suprises
eyes whine

Questions plenty
nothing said
Movements quickly
aching heads

"Want coffee?"
"Ah no"
"What about?"
"Gotta go!"

One,
Of no importance I am
"This poor chap"
They said
"To no point,'this' has no future "
They stressed.
I kept to myself and did what I could
My replies were cheap
They gave me no oxygen
They gave no friendship
They have me no time.
I kept to myself and did what i could .

Two.
Out of my slumber
The star of success I met
The key to passing an exam
The key to winning over great people
How crazy I turned
I cannot tell
Teachers became my best
Great people their tail
they mocked of my tender age
Harrasing me and saying
"Boi,go tell mwalimu"
I kept to myself and did what I could

Three.
Secret admirers
No open points to meet
Just silence and feeling the love commotions
respect and joy began to grow
People started hiding their nature
A fake sight of happiness and involving
Fake attention and forced smiles
In one way I feel them but held back by some force
I felt alone though
And could brush myself over twigs on my way
Pleasure in comparable
Moved by my own words
Having a shocking stand
Guided by my own signs
Greater a move I felt
But still,
I kept to myself and did what I could.

Four.
Thinking big
Planning great
Openness and suprises
"How great can this man be"
They wondered
Full trust from all
Young and old
Respect and joy
Carefully planning my steps
"How could I be such?''
I could ask myself
Fear of loss and doubts of my nature
Firm decision and standing ideas
How great at my 24?
My aims bigger that biggest×
More than most×
But still not the best.
I am keeping to myself and doing what I can.

it still suprises me
how gentle his fingers
can touch and tease my skin

his mouth so insistent
to find the pulseline at my neck
raises  goosebumps along my being

the length of him finding the depth of me

his ardour and mone still fresh as when young
though now we take time before praking
and our langour is much longer
as his fingers play on my moist and
oh so satisfied skin.

as we murmur and smile and sleep
life's little surpises are wonderfully deep

I live in a cage, where my body and bones are chained to what is expected of me.
I never make a wrong blink or a comment that will blow their minds.
I keep to myself and wait until I was spoken to.
Only doing what I am expected to do, no suprises that will waste their time.
I am caged, chained to a bed, a chair, a house and a life,
where mistakes are unacceptable and failures are diasappointments.
So I think twice before I make a move and avoid the unnecessary punishments.                                                                                                                                                                                                      
I am chained to the world,
Yet I can neither see the rust of the metal but can feel the pull.
That strong influence they have on you that is hard to break,
With ideas and regulations that overflows the bucket that is already full.
I ran to the corner that was empty yet a wall appeared before me.
Then another and another.
Unaware of where they came from but is getting stronger and stronger.
I look around and I see society dragging me in chains.
I bled ever second as my knee grazed upon  the wet grown that was just drowned by the rain.
I was pulled into a world where individuality no longer exisited and everyone wanted to be someone else.
So they dressed up as the shadows in the sky and in the process lost themselves.
I broke myself to get rid of the chains I wore.
Came back to my home and recreated myself because I wanted to be more.
Not of what society wanted me to be,
But of what I wanted to change and evolve to.
Because there is only one person in the world you can be,
The shadow in the sky or the renovated version of you.

It wasnt so clear
until just then

when upon her eyes
i looked within

i dreamt of eyes
A long lost friend
but what suprises
me the most
Is that i remember
just what color
they were back then

Life is full
of surprises
like that time
the repair shop
told you that the
checkup on your
car was a courtesy
and then told you that
their courtesy would
cost you fifty dollars
but if you brought the car
back and did the repairs with
them,
they would take that fifty dollars
off the repair costs.

Reminds me of that time
we were rescued
out of the selflessness
of her heart
and were expected
not to flinch at her hand
held out,
waiting for infinite gratitude.

Ohhh
too sensitive.

I'm depressed and get told to cut my wrists. That hurt because I have.
I need to stop being an idealist ,
Maybe I thrive on pain but it gets a little old.  I just wanna drift by on good vibes.
Tired of the suspense
I don't need the suprises. Give Me the shot to numb, and in the morning recall your life.  Not a test, just a sad dream

Zzzzzzzz

When you Fall in love
no guessing how you'll land
never as planned
could strike it lucky
tick all the boxes like
noughts and crosses
impulsive as lips's
compulsive kisses
vows and promises,
but sometimes
you run dry of suprises.
It can wither and splinter
beyond reconciliation
through nobody's fault
despite careful consideration.
Perhaps you never land
when you fall in love
only when you fall out.

This hollow island on the eastern coast holds no secrets or suprises. All we have are long beaches, some highways, fishermen and sunrises.

To trust someone is so hard
but when you trust someone it's from your heart
and when they backstabbed you its hurt to the core of heart
Life is full of suprises
The kind of surprise
you never expected
Its seems funny sometimes
But it's the bitter truth
which we have to except
After getting hurt so many times
that made someone trust less
The pain which a person feel
when their innocent trust get broken
when they were little
and their soul is pure
Its hurt very hard
That that pain never ends.