Soul Storms






  

Soul Storms


My dear Father

It is not your rules I am breaking
It is my rules I am making
Cause there's a train I need to be catching
Before I loose my destination
And tumble in this tripod of confusion

I do not wish to cut away your culture
Only to carve and shape my own future
Which I can look at with pleasure
And appreciate at my own leisure
But still I do hope to collect the wisdoms of your culture

My dear father
It is not your ways I wish to cut out
It's the ancient innuendos I can do without
But your gallant triumphs I do wish to hear about

Allow me to get burned as I explore
For your advice I will still adore
and keep your wisdoms in a safe store
ready to be perused at a more fitting hour

My dear father
This is the path I have chosen
And it is not your hopes I have stolen
Nor is it your heart I have broken
So let us leave these words unspoken
They are too bitter and unchosen.

I am leaving now

I am leaving now
I'll drag my bags and myself out.
I'll leave even though my eyes fill
with tears at the thought of leaving you.
If my feet refuse to carry me out
Then I'll beg my knees to show me mercy

The memories were enough to to build a house
but they could never be enough for a home.
The memories just could not match the hurt
which had dug too deep a hole unseen.
So I am leaving if earth rises to heaven.
I am leaving if I'm contained by hell himself.

I must leave, If I am to survive
I can not wait for another tide.
By then my ship could be in tatters.
I have seen and felt the oceans temperament
So that even with gold bullions I will not be tempted

I am getting on that bus out of town
Hail that taxi for me, it can't leave me behind
The hailstones and storms will shatter me.
Tell the driver to halt the train just a moment
Tell the flight attendant to leave the hatch open just a bit.
I must get out of town.

I'll leave a little bit of my soul behind
And I'll take the bitter memories along.
Maybe I'm taking the evils of this town along,
But either way I am leaving these tracks
And I am leaving now.




True Reflections© By Senzo

(flepo@37.com).

honest hearts have never been seen
true reflections hidden inside our rightious beings
impostoreous self clusters our mean
we have sinked ourselves to pretence
protrayed blank paints that claims our desence
prosecuting ourselves through the judgement of others
persiving a pespective as sentence to become in a moment in time
creating evidence of self labelling this crime
our origin gone to be contained by decieving
mirrors within shown lines we are denying
vitual images we made known sighs we lying
we are hipocretes of our own lives we living
dieing, trying to be shinning stars
but theres no glittering without true colours
but it is the revalation of true reflections the self empowers  

 

Death of City Emoticus(c)T.H. Mahooa

As man made his great transit through
the narrow gorges of lake evolution,
Steering his great barge in the swift waters of transition,
He forgot about City Emoticus.
The sitting crown of the temperamental gods.
Where the mighty Angorus had once upon a century
been cast into a volcano and a spell cast to calm it down.

As man left city Emoticus, the spell was weakened
and Angorus grew more strong and voluminous
He called upon the lesser god Greedeon
whom mankind had idolised and worshipped.
A deal was struck.
Angorus and Greedeon became one and
as one they took over the volcano.
Laboring under the tepid waters of Emoticus
they chanted incantations and spells and curses
They called upon the volcalno to raise
it's fiery breath and lead the revolt against brotherhood.

Blades were crafted and spears sharpened
Greedeon had done his job well.
Mankind would finally overwhelm the legendary Emoticus
Slashing and burning and shooting and stabbing,
A child's skull was crashed against a rock and
A mother's tongue plucked out as
she screamed for her tormentors to let her child go.
A fathers testicles were bombarded with radiation
so he would spread his seed no further
City Emoticus was slowly dying in the hands of Lord Greedeon and Angorus
And as the bell sounded for the Knights of Compassius
chaos and desperation gripped the mighty Emoticus

Will Compassius arise to the task or are the mighty Knights too heavy with sleep tonight?

 

All In Black

She was all in black
Her eyes filled with tears over the years
Nobody dared talk to her again
'cause she was the wound of the past
A dead heroin that walketh with the living

In her hands she carried a child
In her sould she carrieddeep pain
She sang a somg of fairwell-but
There was no well-wishing in her
'cause they had taken it away

Then he gave her his hand
And together they sat with their child
They cried as if to make a pool of tears
But the child never cried nor moved
She kept starring at the heavens above

Untill she put her to the ground
Untill he dressed her in dirty soil
Little did I notice she was dead
How could I notice afterall?
I was too busy untangling myself from the past

I shall not die

I shall not die if in my mothers heart live.
I shall not die if in my friends memories I thrive.
even if memories are erased, I will have lived long
and I will march with pride to the sounding of the gong.

I shall not die a poor death if in a stranger's eye
I have put a smile
If on my tomb lies a rose watered by tears that were shed in longing memories
I shall not die a poor death if my death-bed was surrounded by a friendship that blossomed like a lilly of a fresh spring day.

Descent of Darkness

Tonight my sould sings of a lonesome melody
And whispers of a dreadful malady.
Tonight my mind races among treacherous bends
And longs for the illusive ends.
Tonight I hear the chirping of a woodpecker.

What darkness descnds in the shadows?
What wolve meanders in the meadows?
What gremlins growl beyond closed curtains?
A spirit trails the forbidden paths tonight
I can feel it in the way my bones clatter.

Can you hear the hush of the hounds?
Even the puppies have quit their naught play.
A vulture flies the skies unchecked,
There it soars carrying the eye of heaven westwards.
Will there be no end to this mutiny against nature?

Or am I doomed by a visit from the demons?
Will my heart not know peace tonight?
Hush- there goes the croak of the Owl
He summons the familiars in their horrific hour.
So they can launch their revolt against nature.

Untill you learn

It was a collaboration of confounded souls,
A coccus deep in the convolutions of a contaminated comradeship.
Compounds of copper and cobalt in a chemistry
of the the underground movement.
From this collaboration, coccus and compound a grenade was concocted.

It was among the mutilations and the murders and massacres
Through the mutinies and mass graves dug by the martys of an desperate movement
The power of the grenade was manifest

The busses, the buildings, the bussinesses
nothing will be spared
Untill the children and churches are turned into charcoal
it will not stop
Untill the fury of the factions and fanatics is fumigated
another one will explode.

Deliberations, denominations and disarmaments
Redistributions, Reconstructions, Recompensations
These are the fancy words of a politian.
We are the hand holding the grenade.
We are the minds starved of wisdoms and idioms,
Only speaking the words of violence because we are
hungry for benevolence to cleanse our hearts of the benighted bigotry
of the unheard voices.
And so we speak through the grenade.

When will you learn,
We only seek justice not amistice
We seek acceptance not tolerance
When will you learn
We are running out of grenades to educate you.

 

Spare me your sincerity

They opened the earth so deep, so wide
That I could not even see her sealed eternal house,
and then they threw red soil as to ruin this house.
I had to watch because I couldn't let her go
But the tears were stronger and I hade to hide.

Hide from their piercing eyes and
their monotonous voices of pity and condolences.
What good is pity when it's no spell for life?
What good are condolences when they can't
Relieve the pain or alleviate the torment?

So spare me your heartfelt pity and condolences
I don't want your warm embraces and humbled
expressions.
Who is embracing the woman under that mound of earth
Who embraced her when she wept on her death-bed?
What expression can touch her now that her body lies still without life and buried under spades of earth.

Rather
Don't embrace me, let me weep till heaven descends again.
Let me weep till earth rises to the heavens
Let me cut out my clothes and leave my body bare to the harsh elements of this world.
The pain will remind me that she laughs no more.


I an not a heartless soul.
I am not a relentless avenger.
I never meant to seek out revenge.
It's only the memories that overwhelm me.

The pain I had forgotten.
Yesternights thoughts and deeds.
They arise in me a blackness so deep.
Like the day in the belly of the night.
 

My dear father

It is not your rules I am breaking
It is my rules I am making
Cause there's a train I need to be catching
Before I loose my destination
and tumble in this tripod of confusion

I don not wish to cut away your culture
Only to carve and shape my own future
Which I can look at with pleasure
and appreciate at my own leisure
But still I do hope to collect the wisdoms of your culture

My dear father
It is not your ways I wish to cut out
It's the ancient innuendos I can do without
But your gallant triumphs I do wish to hear about

Allow me to get burned as I explore
For your advice I will still adore
and keep your wisdoms in a safe store
ready to be perused at a more fitting hour

My dear father
This is the path I have chosen
And it is not your hopes I have stolen
Nor is it your heart I have broken
So let us leave these words unspoken
They are too bitter and unchosen.

My father gave me a mask

My father gave me a mask
and this mask I wear always
Except in the reccesses of my soul
Where it's so dark a mask would be
conspicuous and light will never see my face.

I wear this mask as I rise
In the streets, the world gatherings.
As it burns my face and scorches my eyes
Driving me blind a bit more than yesterday
I wear this mask

I am a shadow in the night
A pair of eyes within a baraclava
I exist in a world of existence
And I live in a box of life
Because I wear a mask that must tell the
world that I am not a nelly
or as the preacher would have it, a Pevert.
 

Please understand

Don't you understand why I did it?
on my mothers life.
I was only protecting my honor.
Why don't you listen to my story?

I was walking down the road
Listening to the birds on the pine trees
And he threw stones at me
Why don't you understand my actions.

Don't you see why I had to
He called my father name
I was only protecting my dignity
Why don't you see the cause of my doings?

For only you can jugde me so harshly
I now wait in this dirty dungeon
Waiting for a day beyond my death
Because now I am a man condemned.

Sunlight was for every man once
and rain washed everyman's face
A walk in the forest was as natural as a smile
But for me all that is not mine
For I am a condemned man
and only death can save me now
for only you can judge me so harshly.

A Man Without Principles

Life is about taking opportunities, but never at the expense of others

It is not the present that haunts us
Nor is it the future that dims our paths
It is the secrets that lie hidden inside
The memories of the past the reach out
The dreams that crawl into the future

It is not our ambitions that pull us down
Nor is it our incapabilities that fail us
It is the blindness we have given into
The ignorance we have come to embrace
It is the weakness of a man without principles

We dream of climbing mountains
We hope of a better,bright future
Cling to the power of faith in the future
We have mastered the sciences of of human nature
But...

The truth eludes us always
Failure seems an inevitable destiny
Ignorance is overshadowing wisdom
Because there is no victory without principles
Nor any wisdom without morality.



Expressions


Expresions are explosions of impressions
Cast extensively within a intensively exploring minds.
Finding ways to escape the imprisonment of the confines of a dreamless scalp

Like these words exploding in my mind
Express me. Express me.
Profile me without the unreasonable reasons of a confined explorer
they shout

How dare they

How dare they ask such a thing of me.
Don't they know in a world of correctness
expressions are suppressed lest they cause an improper
harrassment of the political well-being of a dying society.
These words are expressions of impressions
of impresively exploding expressions that must not be expressed.



Black River



Black river, where do you follow and can I come too?
You wash past issues of misrepresented childhood
You rush past rocks of trials and tribulations
Same spirit, same grace you flow to the next village

Black river, where do you follow and can I come too?
Your streams flow too heavily for my African pace
Your streams are too bold for the ocean to hold
So you pass broken hearts, broken paths and fallen strangers
who once delighted in the company of your Devine

Black river you amaze me in the mad hours of twilight
Black river with no fear, just life from pure sunlight
I’ve seen your strokes as you lay it past my days
Meditated on your arrogance or misunderstood grace
You’ve carried my heart through ridges of pain
And reminded my spirit to let the tear drop rain
Cos whether in love or lies this river still flows
And washes my dreams off this life with no breath
Dead soil beneath my feet!

Flow black river flow, what would men think if you ever lost your glow!
(c)Zama Zungu


True Reflections



honest hearts have never been seen

true reflections hidden inside our rightious beings

impostoreous self clusters our mean

we have sinked ourselves to pretence

protrayed blank paints that claims our desence

prosecuting ourselves through the judgement of others

perceiving a pespective as sentence to become in a moment in time

creating evidence of self labelling this crime

our origin gone to be contained by decieving

mirrors within shown lines we are denying

vitual images we made known sighs we lying

we are hipocretes of our own lives we living

dying, trying to be shinning stars

but theres no glittering without true colours

but it is the revalation of true reflections the self empowers

(c) Senzo Ngubane
 



Silent Truth(c) Ipeleng Ramafoko

We equal silent lines
I speak their minds
Of silent blood
Spilled through wet paths
The kicks of life within
She pushed the seed of life to earth
Unveiling hell
Give me a cross I'll bear
With tricks more old than you and I
She lives life with less low than highs
Perhaps in this spoken light
Breaths the truth about women
Pushing bellies
That carries embroided souls
Letting go of birds in hand
For the one that flies
Above landscape of white paper and broken lines
Like break simise twins
She's bound to it
By blood
Bound to her
By unbroken cords that leads and breaks
Chicken scratches or not
I still want to ride
On paths made by pen ink and finger tips
And twice walk double times
To keep up with decisions
Hard ships of life