Here's some Poetry

7 Piece Suite

Iqoqo lezinkondlo ezilotshwe nguMenzi wakwa Maseko.

Love lore and ritual

A song for the tea farmers, drinkers and for the earth that provides it

His breath was lavender

After a heavy nights rain

Voice like the fresh breathing of earth after the thunder

A sweet here- after

A moment when the now is known

The past remembered and the future ingrown

There is a song about the art of tea, tealeaf and wind-drift

The air is filled with the sound of kora, mbira and voice

Red golden green ornaments are acoustically blessing the morning

Church bells and hallelujah Psalms

Capitalism, Nature Socialism all in line for a piece of Devils Pie

As world peace remains a dream deferred

My space, my music, my nation, my world, my work, my story

All myths and legends

Because I came here holding nothing but mothers blood with clenched fists

Whatever is mine is not mine

Because whatever man makes he can never take back

Until he returns again

To an Earth rained on with unpolluted waters

Seas with great life swimming and roaming the deep

Love removed from the shackles of competition and vice

And even men of science realize that they’ve become a little lower than mice

The tea drinker looks deep into the just emptied cup and says

Hmmmm!

But this lavender tea is nice!

Beads and Pears ( Listening to Jazz...Tout De Suite )

For my Mother, Jesus, Pearls, Devotion and Simple Good Food

For my Beloved, HIM, Beads, Love and Innocent Experience

When the twains meet and I in-between I

It is like the ocean the sea and the phuthu pot

Night is the time of reminiscing, remembering and forgetting

Sleeping?

Does Life slumber?

Are people life or are we just living it

Does life require We

Mere humans?

So no, night is time unlike any other

As day cannot be compared to morning

Noon cannot be compared to the peace of evening

We move in-between these realms as humanity

Seeking, sometimes successfully the Golden Thread that ties them together

And when we merge innocence and experience

We find Faith –dreaming up a future...

Faith running over with excitement, silence, concentration, contentment, perfection and Love

Possibility of any outcome all submerged in the Now

I will in my dreams and hopefully out of them

Still willing my life to be

I will also

Build Her a house with simple Afrikan furnishings and warm delights

And for her a Righteous Life and heritage of Suns and Suns and Suns

To livicate (dedicate) daily the offerings of Our deep devotion

Gratitude for Love and the prospects of repetition /Fit and forever more...There’s joy in repetition!

Ever Learning

Learning is earning

If knowledge is power

Than we need no other power station’s

When wisdom is ours

We need suffer no superstitions

Fear no colour depth breath might nor height

Walk tall between the darkness or the light

Why do words that appear aight

Always appear to rhyme with sprite

Even the Rastafari

speak, no,

I n I chant ‘bout inner ites

Yet at the end, this is still that translated tongue

That bastardised lingo that can twist itself around any message

Like a snake

Or

Like the mindful ear of the sage

Or the eye to the captured image

It all comes back down to light and perspective

Down cause even miners and minors dig for gold

Humans evolving slowly, often not noticing how

So, so old this world is

How recent this word is

How new this word Is

Is meaning the –is – all

This is poison laced words

Licensed to heal as it is to kill

Remember they were licensed to ill

Liable to lie as it is to provide light, insight

But is this the truth

I too am here as the most minute throne in the Living Verse

I f I could I would have often middle fingered the night life and chose to listen to a blind Steve Wondering

Inner visioning ,

Gift of Gab and his chemical lyrical callisthenetics

Listening and learning about governing the mind, the soul with breath

The breath of Phumzile, Bheki Mseleku, Ravi, Alice and John

the scent and meaning of sandalwood incense, meditative thoughts

Herbs, spices, elements and no more worries about moneys for the next rent

Oh for the fate of a consciously and conspicuously unconscious humanity

Pleading love

World peace

And the right to a peace-pipe

Dreams?

Poetry : On the verge

We’re on the verge of new poem

life stays the same but takes on new forms

shapes desired by the living and the un-dead

some exist yet they’re living as the hunted

the stories of the victories of the hunter

monopololised in myths with questionable answer

time has come for a new poem

to spring from

new waves that leave no dirty foam

for the unpolluted earth

and the un-bloodied birth

and the welcomed open armed death

I am here to plant seeds of Joy

seeds of Justice, seeds of Post-Judgement

we will water, the pregnant earth

I, my beloved and the people of the East

each song we chant will be as water is

to mist – unbroken – half spoken

fully kissed

the poem, is about to burst from Earth

panting and expectant like a Healers breath

And then there were Pearls ( for Phumzile)

String them along like a beaded necklace Sister

You are no icy but Ises

I and I i-hold the Queen of the Iniverse

Your eyes carry the memories of souls coming and gone

They possess the tenderness of every true mothers touch

Long gone is our epic of the ever receding struggle

We search for matters on papers scrolls and forget the fore headed furrows

Guzzling their water like ship wrecked Pharaohs

But I Princess

Empress Khush

Tell me where to pull I will pull

Show I where to push I will...for the sweetness of your love..

I will go there

I have seen Heaven in a still pond

Hell through the eyes of a blonde

But until I met the I in you

I have been introduced to the Living I

I had never seen A People In Movement for the sake of Wisdom

Until I met you

Precious Black pearl held in the belly of a troubled sea

You of the rarest earth possessing the healers breath

Daughter of the heavens and the earth

Notes:

"Some Ethiopian scholars believe that Qine is unique to Ethiopia. It is not found in any part of the world other than Ethiopia. This Ethiopian treasure is described by Ato Alemayehu Moges in his book Malka Etiopia, to have the following advantages:

Yalibona tadla = warm Heartedness

Yahilina Hasat = Awakening

Yaaimiro tifsihit = Liberation of the mind

Yahazin masrasha = A way to decompress anger

Yadikam madranit = Panacea to exhaustion

Yafilsfina magolmasha = A way to strengthen philosophical thinking

Yalib madabiria =A way to augment the heart

and Yarugat mirt = A harvest of knowledge

(page 130 -Ethiopics -An African Writing System)

The Saga of Nigist (Queen) Makeda in Kibra Nagast could be read as an attribute of symbolic location, for the saga restores the aesthetic quality of an African woman. In other words the saga makes African folk sing -"

(Note pages 130 - 131 - Aesthetics and Literary)