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)
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Beautiful!Queen Phumzile is one blessed woman!!
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