Monthly Archives: July 2011

Time principles by Mutsinda Netshitungulu

Now listen here, you will stand afar and watch time pass you by…
I really can’t explain everything but it will never disappear from your sight,
Some will observe it through broken windows from the comfort of their shacks,
Some will buy PVRs trying to get a better replay-able view of it.
It will be your curse, your blessing, your usual norms and bore, night and day,
The pen pushers will constantly arm themselves with their inky tridents
and build paper staircases trying to define it,
The scientists will build gadgets and toys, clocks and sophisticated
machinery trying to define it but none of you will succeed,
Instead you will both curse Morpheus, why the fuck is he the god of dreams
If there is no god who makes dreams come true?

You will stand afar and watch time pass you by,
Witness the mythical Ice Age, Stone Age, Iron Age, Sex Age and the Information Age,
At some stage in your pathetic lives you will break the ice and finally bath off
the remaining sand particles of the dust from which you were created,
stone your fellow brother trying to rule with an iron fist, master the art of sex
and for the love of money you will call it Kama Sutra, but the information age…
The information age will be your greatest curse,
The bigger it gets the less your chances of understanding time,
It will give rise to insomniacs, xenophobes, the rebirth of Babylon
and little Babylonians, self-acclaimed stars trying to cheat time,
Battles between the moon and the sun and digital versions of Nostradamus,
But the more you try to understand time the more you will move
towards absurdity.

You will succumb to honesty, lies, rains, veins….
Slow down time with narcotics to the point in which you will see rain turn into blood
and feel the same blood tip-toeing within your veins trying to ignite
a palpitation in your heart to get you to kick back, relax and hear the same rain
divide honesty into your side of the story, his side of the story and then the truth.
You will eat and drink sweet and sour hot and cold beverages attempting to gut down portions of guilt but time will always remind you of real time commotions.
You will find joy in weird places and trust me I will be ok with that but…

You will never control time because the souls I gave you are only finite,
This land you walk in is still mine and someday I will reclaim it,
Just because I decorated limbo, gave it night and day, threw in a little green
and called it earth doesn’t mean you will unlock the secrets of its principles.

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Neon Lights by Mutsinda Netshitungulu

Neon Lights

The neon lights are beautiful tonight
Hanging from indefinite heights almost reaching heaven,
Brighter than the street lights that decorates every street
from corner to corner;
Its a busy night for my city Joburg tonight.
One deviation from my journey and I’m a dead man,
I must be a descendant of a clan of fortunate souls
Coz I have survived 1462 days of your highly spoken-for wrath
Each day going in and out, going in and out
the very heart in which you incubate demonic existence.

Seasons change and so do reasons,
They pass through you and leave you standing,
Your neon lights remain untouched and unchanged,
I walk through you on my journey seeking treasures
In which I find God smeared in red lipsticks
on the fresh lips of strange women,
I find divinity in ugly faces
and freedom in the innocent faces of children,
I find beauty in spoken word echoing
through your long neon-lit endangered streets
and I find life in everything I find
knowing very well that death is just a moment away.

For as long as these colorful neon lights hang,
I know you will always cheat metamorphosis when you…
When you inhale dusty fumes from angry men and electric trains,
toxic stench from your decorative dumpsters,
and exhale LIFE!

Netshitungulu Mutsinda

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Thank You

In its first 6 Months of life, the blog received 1664 views. In January the blog only had 32 views of which lately, the blog can get in just a day. Last month I had a target of 600 views which I managed to surpass by 108 resulting in 708 views in the month of June.

I owe the growth of this blog to all of you who take the time to follow the links I post of Twitter, Facebook, BBM and WhatsApp and the links I send you via sms. I also appreciate the fact that some of you even forward the links to your friends, colleagues and relatives.

Thank you for all the comments, suggestions and most importantly the views. Getting to share my gift with the world is all I’ve ever wanted to do and all of you have made it possible.

Thank You 🙂

Tshauambea Elizabeth Ndou

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A photographer to join the blog

The blog's  new photographer

The blog’s new photographer

I have decided to let the blog grow, hence I’m bringing more people on board and changing the name of the blog (as soon as I figure out how to, lol); the blog will still remain a poetry and photography blog but it will no longer be about just me, my poetry and photos.

A name change is long overdue since I had already cut Mutsinda (Mt) Netshitungulu into the poetry side of the blog.

Rudzani (Ru) Smata, a poet and photographer will be the latest addition to the blog and hosting some of his beautiful photos on my blog (soon to be more than just my blog) will be an honour.

I will keep you updated and I’ll be sure to ask for your input with regards to a new name after I figure out how to change it.

Crazie Medic

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Marriage Proposal

Allow me to take control of the universal clock,
Our happily ever after to unlock,
Freeze all of earth’s watches for eternity so as to make time stand still so all of earth can honour our unity,
Disappoint the Goddess that watches over the alternating movements of the Moon and the Sun,
So God can watch over you and I as we make our happily ever after, In a paradise filled with romance and laughter,
As our souls merge and become one entity,
You my love shall make my knees weak for all eternity,
And you shall display eternal purity, divinity and serenity
As we build our very own paradise surrounded by love and tranquility.

Allow me to make time stand still,
So the Sun can shine its light on us for all eternity and the night cannot hide your beauty away from me,
Give me a chance to prevent the dark lords who roam the earth like cowards in the night from stealing you away from me,
Allow me to ensure that the moon never charms you with his smooth poetic lines and rhymes,
Allow me to make time stand still

Grant me the opportunity to ensure that this moment lasts forever,
A chance to look into your soulful eyes up until infinity,
Let’s merge our hearts with that of God and form a sacred secret trinity,
Let me be the one to embrace your femininity and give you children to honour your fertility,
Allow me to father children that will not be limited by time constraints,
Children that will know not of age, deadlines, nor day and night,
Oh please grant me the opportunity

Allow me to go down one knee and make clear my intentions to espouse you,
To take rightful ownership of your curves and luscious lips for after all yours shall be mine till the end of time but in this case there shall be no end of time,
For if you’ll let me I’ll put an end to time,
Dear sweetheart, please be my queen, will you marry me? Truth is I truly love thee

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Words of a Poetic Liberal by Mutsinda Netshitungulu

To my prominent society

We live in a cruel world the order of things has assumed a different shape,
Sunrise and sunset are both the same in my pebble eyes,
I stare and admire as the sun makes its way across the agitated skies
to my broken sanctuary of dreams,
The only thing that remains intact is in fact poetry and her unborn offspring,
unwritten verses the future inhabitants of this world I live in,
the blood that runs though my pain-infested veins, the only element
with the impact to resurrect fallen heroes apart from memories.
But you know what they say – Poetry is for the insane!

Yea I’m insane; by all means I’m insane!
I would rather be insane than be sane and same as these intelligent fools
who rule with rules aimed to maim my brothers’ souls,
I would rather be insane than be sane and same as these intelligent fools
whose rules aim to disguise their agenda of tearing out freedom’s soul
from its struggle-based roots and feed it to the birds of the sky,
I would rather be insane,
I would rather be insane and hide behind paper shadows than be sane
just so I can see my brother starving by the roadside,
pushing stolen trolleys for a living, cheated and beaten by a system
that hides behind words of fake freedom, enslaved to a life
that seems to be living him now.
I would rather be insane and spend my days seeking sanity between pages
coz alcoholic beverages are intoxicating but the spirit of a poet
is immune to elemental hypnosis, I still cannot lose my sense of detecting sense
so I know……..

I know how now 12year olds no longer wear underwear for the sake of fitting in,
Yet they know how niggers wear their souls under the soles of their feet
and trample on their frail lives with their super sized egos,
I know how on every street corner a black brother goes to sleep
on the ground harder than a rock every night,
how my lady freedom is begging for refuge at the gates of hell
coz the sights of South Africa are too excruciating for her,
all the brothers who fought and died to secure a place for her in our hearts

fought a pointless war coz now in 2011 we are skilled in scorning her,
ridicule her with pictures of mockery, tie her to the backs of our vehicles
and drag her around in dry gravel electrocuting her with poisonous words,
I know how everyday another voice to the songs of freedom dies
And little by little the songs are losing the light to brighten our hearts
So we blow them like we do candles just before engaging in sexual relations.

I know! I know how all I know is that I know nothing at all so I sit here every day,
stare at the sun try to inherit its energy, steal a lil’ sunshine for tomorrow for
the day is cursed only the illuminated will survive,
But the sun is growing lame, tired of rising to a world of poverty, oppression,
mediocrity in class, continued ancient struggles and voices of poets who are not heard.
And who am I in all this chaos?
I’m just a pebble-eyed stuffed animal trying to get to heaven before curfew!

Mutsinda Netshitungulu

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A troubled child

I am that shadow that roams the alleys in the night,
That image that vanishes as soon as there’s light,
My presence makes you feel that something isn’t right;

That husky voice whispering over your shoulder,
With an aura that makes many men shiver,
That cold drop of water that sends shivers down your spine in mid winter,
A cold and heartless monster;

I’m that monster that makes your hair stand on end,
That creepy crawly underneath your bed,
That vivid image resonating in your head,
Your worst nightmare, yes I’m bad!!

I’m that spirit with a vengeance,
That demon that seeks repentance,
The reason behind your guilty conscience,
That bully who thinks that screams and tears are of paramount importance,
I’m he who is to be blamed for your impotence,
With a spell binding utterance!

I’m that ancient esoteric allusion,
That recurring vivid nightmare that never has a conclusion,
I’m that misleading visual illusion,
The reason behind your ‘sweet dream’ occlusion,
That thorny evil protrusion in your conscience,
That guilt inside you that seeks spiritual extortion;

I’m that noise that your house makes in your sleep that makes your alarm beep,
The reason behind your emotional garbage being so steep,
That cut in your soul that’s really deep,
That horrible memory that you don’t wish to keep;

I am a figment of your imagination,
Your guilty conscience,
A creation of your subconscious,
I’m the inner you desperately seeking for attention,
I am that incident you’re still holding onto,
I am a whirlwind of YOUR emotions,
That daunting image haunting you; that’s all you,
I…
I am you;
A troubled child and I need help!

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“I am you; a troubled child and I need help”