Monthly Archives: May 2011

The stranger I see with my eyes is I

This morning,
I looked into the mirror and I saw a stranger,
Someone who’s appearance to me was unfamiliar,
Her big soulful eyes drew my attention,
The scars in her soul reflected rejection,
Her broken smile warned of danger,
I looked into the mirror and I saw a stranger.

Could she be me?
Is it I in that mirror that I see?
The me I know is not so cold,
The spirit within me is not that old,
To the devil my soul I have not sold,
She can’t be me!
I’m looking in the mirror and I see a stranger!

How did I get so angry?
For my fellow men’s blood I am thirsty,
Yes, for his tears and pain I am hungry,
For deep within me I plot revenge,
I hope that the guilt will eat away your flesh,
Do remind me of how I got so angry.

A stranger is not what I see,
Strange is the way I feel,
For anger sees what it wants to,
Negativity it results in,
This anger radiating through my flesh I must kill,
My heart back to flesh from stone I must turn,
Forgiveness and love I must once more learn,
A stranger is not what I see,
Strange is the way I feel.

My heart back to flesh from stone I must turn,
Forgiveness and love I must once more learn,
The stranger I see with my eyes is I.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.


Dark Lords and Emperors

Dark Lords and emperors who roam the earth like cowards in the dark,
Who torture the minds of those who dare to stay awake,
Riding the spirits of dead horses and torturing the souls of black slaves,
With armor so shiny and bloody it screams out ‘murderer’ ,
Eyes so fiery and pupils so constricted they resembled satan’s,
Voices so fierce a mere whisper shakes the earth to its core,
Laughter so evil it too scares witches,
Tongues that look like that of a serpent’s,
Skin so pale and blue it resembled death,
Nails so long they’d rip my heart out instantly,
With hair so white it sparkled,
Hearts so cold they gave mid winter a run for her money,
Breast fed by demons they bathe in blood,
I saw them:
Dark Lords and emperors who roam the earth like cowards in the dark.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.


I lay :(

Strangled by darkness,
Entangled by deceit,
Overcome by weakness,
Silenced by meekness,
Dreams broken and shattered,
I lay bruised and battered.

Scorned and shamed,
Hated and blamed,
Abandoned,
Rejected,
Spat at and labeled an outcast,
I lay hurt and lonely.

Footsteps I hear,
Rapists I fear,
Could they have come to strip me naked once more?
Wallop me and Rape me yet again? Plant their toxic sperm in my womb just like they once did?
Footsteps I hear,
Rapists I fear.

Raped, bruised and battered I lay

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.


If my soul be…

If my soul be a pavement then my conscience is constantly silenced by the stomping feet of those who choose to walk;
If my soul be a womb, it is in pieces for society’s sperm is cannibalistic;

If my soul be government then my views are corrupt and I too am greedy;
If my soul be religion then my words like Isaiah’s are prophetic;
If my soul be poor, then my heart with love is fully sheltered;
If my soul be breasts then it too is constantly in need of support;

If my soul be full of revelations then my lips are an instrument for the spoken word revolution;
If my soul be a campus then my lower limbs are a wheelbarrow being driven in the right direction;

If my soul be blind, my views are filled with stereotype;
If my soul be deaf then I to your negative prophecies I refuse to listen;
If my soul be vain, I stand in awe of my physical appearance and that of no other;
If my soul be stubborn then in my struggle for a degree I shall forge in resistance;

If my soul be dead then I too seize to exist!

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.


House of Hunger

On Saturday (14/05/2011) I took part in a poetry slam for the first time; my conscience was fed and my soul was finally free from the chains of silence. The House of Hunger Poetry Slam took place at Alliance Franchise in Parkview and it attracted poetry lovers from all over Gauteng.

I have new found appreciation for the human brain, it is such a complex structure that works uniquely in every human being, this was evident in the poetic diversity expressed on Saturday. Performances ranged from really deep spiritual poetry to witty poetry, with most of the performances leaving me in awe of the talent that was being displayed.

I had told myself that I was going to alliance franchise as a student to learn from the great minds and poetic giants of our time; to my surprise I made it to the 2nd round 🙂 , it was more than I had expected considering that I was new to the world of slam poetry. I still have a long way to go but I’m glad I took the first step by registering for the slam.

There’s no going back from here, although it will not be easy, I will find a way to balance my studies and poetry; I must. One should always make time for the things they love and that it what I plan to do.

House of Hunger, thank you for introducing me to the world of poetry.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.


Life with Credit

You don’t keep track of your credit,

for you don’t realise that from your salary they will debit,

You don’t monitor your expenses that much,

for you don’t think to your house the loan sharks will march,

life with credit!

The loan sharks come knocking at your door,

your heart begins to get sore,

you tell the children to say you’re not there,

about your silly excuses the do not care,

they force themselves in,

to get back their money they are so keen,

life with credit!

You collapse,

what next?

you wake up in hospital and have a relapse,

you open your eyes and the loan sharks are standing next to your bed,

holding a gun to your head,

at that moment you ask yourself:

Why live life with credit, why live life with expense, why oh why?

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 3.0 Unported License.