You saw me black,strong,firm,damn i was rigid
believe me i was way,way out of your grid
greed indeed led your seed to trade in mine breed
a breed bred out of your league
taken in shackles across the atlantic seas
you changed my name form Kunta to Peter
You changed her name from Tabitha to Rita

Butchered you my brother,fed his limbs to the sharks of the deep seas
raped you my sister,just to shame my father and to shame my mother
and damn you did succeed
the whip of aphartheid i received
and rules that perceived more hate to disgrace my race i besieged
life styles,admiring corrupt and wicked styles my crooked masters
euro-centric motions caging my black conscience to sightless submission
ambition follow,follow,follow and follow the congregation

slaved i have slaved in mine mines
mining what belongs to me not but to you
slaved i have slaved on mine land
passionately copulating with your vineyards
generating fruits dripping sweet and sweating fermenting juices of slavery
singing a verse to the flute sweetly and sweepingly flowing through my mind like at peace with solitude
sipping the sweet sweat is my master

i solemnly embrace this fiscal interest shoved in your voyage
One cup of water for all people to sip,yes to puff,puff and pass this peace pipe at last
a cup is a cup but a cup you cant retain because your hand stole from the land of another man
never returned,retained instead for this instance to ensnare
thoughts diseased by what the system designed minds to think
i dont fear persecution to sermonise what propaganda sanctions
i look to the east,i look to the west,look to north and i look to the south
i feel the pain exit as i take an auto-spy of dearly departed minds
uprooting strands of idiocy implanted amongst those dazed and fazed by demon-cracy

there's always someone that relates to somebody's story.You are not alone,keep prayerful

dusk rising.superb

well thank you so much...your support inspires in me more creativeness...

in between your thighs i hide my love inside
with my manhood pride, i strive,i improvise
jerking in and in my size real energised,
my thrust is in your prize
Surprised!,I am in, re-gauging life
voices that whisper noises
get dirty with me missus
your finger tips in my locks
itching?
turn you sideways,absorb my inches
let me part your thighs
let me hit the bee-hind,find that spot that make you rewind
careless i am mean,your legs wrap my waist
if i wanted it clean,its a bracelet on your wrist
maybe a ring on your finger,but all is in a drift
incase my mind linger first you get to feel me bigger
lets get dirty, girl iam your super ninja
you all wet.iam all wrapped
you are ON next,iam all ready
love my brown skin?God made me
once gone black.....you know already
lets get dirty,girl iam your super ninja
feel me naked in your ear
see me naked right here
coast clear,dear
................OMG its a Sunday lemme stop right here.

this word play is deep...certainly turning ink to elixir.

thank you for taking time to go through it.

although this is belated,i finally decided to write this letter
the art had departed from my heart when we parted
grand memories clouded,my hurt and offloaded
the pain that obstructed,my hand from constructing
my hurt in these verses,my heart pump these scriptures
these words are created,well recited and recorded
airborne to your eardrums be the makers of this music
dug deep into the kick drum is fable in a riddle
stuck to these snares is a love in a rhythm
the message does precede,the sequel in the passion
awake this sensation my upright obsession
sensual and sexual this is clearly perpetual
though i am lost in this mutual quest for your more
despite my firm roll in this messed up ritual
i have got to spit the last show tell you,you are special

although it feels wrong i finally decided i will sing this song
singing from the softest spot of my rhyme scheme
and i keep it real with the speed low,low
the strings in this song that sing of two friends
the piano,the strum,the flute,the violin
a blessing is the feeling in this beautiful thing
i sing to the drumbeat,i sing to the horn
i sing to the joy why i keep this hold on
and just is to the distance,between you and me
before i let this freeze
i flip from staccatto to allegreto
run into the centre,it takes two to tango
i hold to never let go and let this momento
be so sentimental
let this love form a round shape like a circle
embrace this,this sweet so sensual,you special

although it feels wrong,i finally decided to recite this poem
attend to this seed in my soul still growing
be a candle in the wind with the light still glowing
this wind mad blowing but my leaves are'nt falling
i guess its worth showing
i guess it worth knowing
.......................................damn i am stuck

Iam 32 now,iam still living with my mum can you handle?
iam still trying to run away from my laundry
and if i make to Geoffrey,whats up,whats up?
where is the morning glory
I smoke the highest grade early in the morning
and while we are talking everyday is the same story
him and me to the grocery
we subject to this mockery
it's like a sorcerer laid a curse upon of poverty
upon the souls of us ghetto youths
compound by the face of brutality
i spit my thoughts as i speak of humanity
my notoriety,made way to my liberty
they get rich while we smoke thick
and now we filling these empty streets
with disgrace and a lot of stress
whats next is the wildness
the rowdiness trying to address
this whole mess because we wont let
a lame face push up more stress
man are born saints
but the constraints
make we lose our own face
which makes way to disgrace race
i put these lines first
for the rest in this world just wont last....

thank you very much.

thank you for taking time to read this

thank you penny,its a blessing to be surrounded my like minded people.

greeting peace with a great piece

I travel in search for things i hope to find but not
I unravel the flings that satisfy me but not
giving in to the pressure of dreams and thoughts
dreams of ancient Kings donning gold rings and silver brooches
Kings that rule with iron fists that pound to scatter cockroaches
living in castles built on sand dunes,ready blowing away at the arrival of swirl winds
attracting masses to an invisible forever,a forever with nothing more than an innuendo
killing their own blood while they nib at the smallest bit of cake
passed to their generation by the serpent hiss of fake
sipping wines of an expensive taste
hate and hurt all curled in one cup of disgrace
buried forever but to resurface all deaths
that passed unseen at the loss of a spiral debate
through it all,i turned nocturnal
Then I ceased to dream of things i search to find not..

hahahahahahahahaha

thank you for the embrace

Thank you so much,i hope we can share alot more in life and poetry

thank you for the warm welcome

race,creed,culture,religion
con-crete structures and borders
wall breeds fructures and loafers
i see vultures on my coffers

freckles in my colour
legions in my palace
noise in the silence
what i see is violence
chaos and confusion
its all about the colours
its about the reign
its all the gain
its all in the pain
all about the gallons
and when its all over
we all fit to blame
brothers in shackles
we ingnite the flame
but race can defend us
so we keep at the game

race,creed,culture,religion
con-crete structures and borders
wall breeds fructures and loafers
i see vultures on my coffers

is there anybody outhere now stuck on a PC like me?