IN LIKENESS TO NATURE

Just like the rain poures down to water the earth

So are her eyes full of tears from an aching heart

These eyes were suppose to see eden 

Now her eyes see the destruction of her rest

Just like two tectonic plates clash in fury

So is her heart clashing with the women of this age

They come from the east and she comes from the west

Clearly they are getting in her way, she clashes with them in fury

Just like the volcanic magma explodes from the mountain top

So are her feelings of hatred towards her life

It took time for things to build up in her since she kept it in

Only a catastrophic report caused her to erupt

Just like a tornado turning the lands of the living upside down

Jealousy has becoming king in her words

It will kill those around including herself to a point of no return

She has begun rotting in the eye of her existance

Just like hail stones fall down to injure souls

She wants to violate those that violated her kindness

She wants to avenge for her covenant

Her nemesis must die like a dog

Just like the destructive power of a tsunami

Thoughts of suicide have flooded her mind

The only motivation of living betrayed her

And now she contemplates going down to gehenna

I AM THE REASON WHY

I am the reason why
he turned his focus away from me, got interested in something else
He no longer looked into my eyes with loyalty, his lie was perfect
I could not see deep inside his soul for truth
He would look away from me with an excuse for drifting away
Therefore I am that reason why his eyes disconnected with mine

I am the reason why
his hugs grew colder each given day
He loved physical touch but it was not for me to give him that
Every time I get closer to laying my head on his chest
He would command me to finish off my tasks or tell me he's late
Therefore I am that reason he wants no contact with me



I am the reason why
He engages not with me in mature or playful conversation
I have become less interesting,  I lost my higher educated mind
I laid back and stopped entertaining books written by man
My yearning for socrates and his student plato diminished
Therefore I am that reason he engages all this with another

I am the reason
Someone else's poetry is shakespearen
My words have lost meaning and colour,  he gets excited by the mention of it
Their words have substituted mine, they sound good to him
He hesitates these poetic sayings by day when shade hides his lust
Therefore I am that reason my poetry to him is kindergarten

I am the reason why
He is not attracted to me in a sexual manner
My curves are not curvey, my buns are not tangible enough
My waistline is not worth the cuddle and my thighs are no longer
A place for his head to lay
I am that reason he had her in his heart and not me

I am the reason why
Love is a fairytale, the reason why no one puts me first
I am the reason why pain and hypocrisy is the seed of my loins
I am the reason why worry and anxiety rules my mind
I am to blame for my own sufferings and lifelessness
I am the reason why love, loves me no more

Accusations of a slanderous angel

MY ACCUSER SAID

I was sitting on my glorious throne being loved and adored

By all my creation, the surroundings were blissful and perfect

There was no need to be worried or dismayed until one of my

Closest sons whom I adored in all things precious started to look

at me straight in the eye and spat on my worship which many offered

For the first time there was absolute silence, 

He boldly stepped foward as if he had a buffer against my wisdom

He said to me, do you think that all your creation trust you

Do you not see that you of all people have been fooled by their praise

These infidels will curse you out of their lives if you don't dictate

The very same faces you see here moan and groan 

because you are simply not cool enough

I will go down to eden and whisper words lf deception

To those power hungry creatures you call humans amd divert

Them from the very commands you told them to obey

Isn't that the reason why you put the tree that bears the fruit

Of good and evil, well if you can allow me to do this and I succeed 

Then you will witness the power I posses within me that you don't use

I will tell them and their offspring that they are immortal, having life

In themsleves so that they depend not on you for dear life

I will also tell them that they are gods coming from heaven and 

Going back to heaven after behaving wickedly in you glowy face

I will also imfluence them to demad things from you that are

Worthless and vain in order to taint you integrity as a Father

I will teach souls to do as they will and with their selfish desires they will

Cuss you out of their hearts, because their true lord who fulfils

Their wants and needs is freely supplying day and night

I don't care about you or you wisdom all I want is what I have

Been desiring, and that is overall admiration and worship

Trust me when I say I will prove you worthless to your creation

You might have created the earth but I will rule it, I will be crowned

The prince of this world and be adored as the son of perdition

I am your ultimate mocker, the accuser of your purpose

I am the slander of your sanctified name. With any and evey soul

Plunging into the deep darkness will degrade your sovereignty

I will be an eternal memory even if you destroy me 

In the end after I have decieved Adam and Eve, after  i have created

The harlot and the beast to enslave mankind with utter wickdness,

After I recieve all worsip and admiration, and finally after removing

You from your very throne, then you will know that I the ruler of darkness

Has power over you and all that has your blueprint of perfection

Then you will grant me what I want IMMORTALITY

To all the angels that have heard my case against the one who calls

Himself Jehovah the Father of celestial lights, if you crave the daughters 

Of man, then let us lay with them to produce an indestructible kind, 

The Nephilms who will posses both human a angelic power to wipe

Out all good from the sight of Jehovah, let us baptize the world

With sin and death, pain and suffering for both young and old

Finally Jehovah when i have done all this. My seed against your seed

My power against your power, my system against your system,

My will against your will,  my spirit against your Spirit,  my Nephilms

Against your angels. We will go head to head for my immortality

And both heaven and earth wil, be mine

See you at the battle ground of Megiddo

The global enslavement

BLEEDING NATION

We used to cry and hate the fairer nation,  a nation with

Long straight hair and beautiful bright blue eyes, a nation

That told us that God was white, his angels were white and that

Jesus too was white with blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.

This nation of fair skinned people used to belittle us, they used

To make a public spectacle of coloured people

They took our resources right under our noses

Gave us petty things to buy us out of our land, making

Sure that they psychologically fight us for our cultural wealth

Some of our brothers and sisters have been forced into slavery

 whisked away into strange lands where language differes 

From our own, resulting into unsluts and name calling

Years gone by and now everyone has tasted freedom

Even though it is and always will be counterfeit

We live next door to each other,  both nubian and fair

We drive sports cars both porches and rolls Royce

We have understood the Queen's language,  a language

That bridged a gap for both of us and now we like each other

Today even in the near future there will be no difference between nubian

And fair, they will enslave us all, yes "they", the elite will cause a rift

Between the working class and the rich class.

They have been conspiring against me and you neighbour, for years

They have devided and conqured us. Your resources and mine are simply

Theirs. With a conclusion in their hearts to rule and kill us

The global economy will collapse, there will be one religion, there will

Be one currency,  there will be one government that rule the world

Satan lied ho them, he promised them eternal life and kingly rule for

Six hundred years. Yea fairer neighbour of mine, you will feel exactly

The same way a black man felt more than a thousand years ago. 

You too will be a slave to the globalist just like the black man. 

Soon you (white man) and me will be a bleeding nation

It wouldn't matter how well educated you are, you will be dirty

Like me and
 the Indian man across the street. We will realize

That God is not white, , black, Indian or Mexican, God is 

Spirit simple as that. Yes neighbor you and I will weep

Three and a half years, the whole world will be kept in prison with bars. 
but because of my kind being darkened throughout

History, a black man will be rest assured that his salvation is near. 

I bid farewell to racial groups, I bid farewell to racial standards, 

I bid farewell to freedom, I bid farewell to fences and walls that keep
Us apart. in the near future, the struggle will not only be intended for blacks,
but for all race upon the surface of the earth. 
All nations will unite as one Adamic seed under prison planet
fighting for their freedom.

WE SHALL ALL BE A COLORFUL BLEEDING

I want to know

MAJOR THINGS TO PONDER

What are the things that make a woman

Is it the weave that I constantly change

Sewing it in with every pull on my scalp 

Is it knowing that some woman shaved

Her head and offered her hair to a god

Who is known as Krishna, or is it the fact 

That I hate my own texture of kinky hair

What are the things that make a woman

Is it the false lashes I put under my lash root

With glue being cautiously patted on the individual lash

Am I going to stand in front of the mirror

And watch myself transform into Hollywood fantasy

The ugliness you see when your lashes are short

Is the story told by what you feel inside

What are the things that make a woman

Is it the implants that my peers told me to have

The drugs that the medical experts put in my vains

And then they start the incision that will scar me 

But for a while. Do these implants mean I am thee

Kim Kardashian of my community,  do I even care

About the major consequences I will face in my latter age

What are the things that make up a woman

Is it the bleaching agents that are offered by the public

the media that say lighter is elegant, supreme, glorious

The entry level to fame and fortune. 

I have to remove my heavenly provision of melanin

Just because it represents muddiness

A  thought of dirtyness when you look at me

REALLY NOW 

WHAT ARE THE THINGS THAT MAKE UP A WOMAN

You are Ebony

I AM EBONY

I am a soul with a unique colour, a colour that is known to be

Sun kissed, a colour that intrigues the eyes of a stranger

A colour that is everywhere in the mother land, yet

Its wealth is only found in rare places where the equator

Unites the Northern and Southern parts

I am not pitch black, I am ebony

I have no shame when I show my best to the 

Street inhabitants,  it is a part of me.

I am not offended even by the cruelty of others

Perceiving me as a dirty human being whom my

parents made. My nature never offended God

I don't see black, I see ebony

Mankind couldn't find the correct word to label me

They only campaigned for offensive labels to

Label me in, which you don't find anywhere else except

With the colonist. The colour embedded on my flesh is not

A curse, the colour that groups me to my nation is not

God's rejection, black is not but ebony is

Being ebony is indeed a blessing, I don't worry about

Unnatural ageing, I don't get anxious about skin irregularities

The sun is my best friend because melanin clothes me

The night kisses me since I have nothing to hide

I am not concerned about diseases because I am healthy

My skin testifies truth by its ebony glow

I see the media declaring our kind as disabled

I hear them calling us "black", their lips speak ill of us

Telling us that colour matters so much, if success is what you

Crave for, then you should consider skin altering agents

For the world to give you praises. Start by denying Ebony

keep the secret of its existence to you till death whispers back your name

Just because I am Ebony skinned, it doesn't make me ugly

Or tasteless, every good thought was thorough about me by the

Creator of all things glorious, he sees perfection at all times

The man that calls me black lacks confidence. History was

Ever unkind to my ebony skinned people,  but we forgave the

Enemy that made us inferior time in and time out

I am a soul with a unique colour, a colour that is known to be

Sun kissed, a colour that intrigues the eyes of a stranger

A colour that is everywhere in the mother land, yet

Its wealth is only found in rare places where the equator

Unites the Northern and Southern parts

I AM NOT PITCH BLACK

I AM EBONY

To a journey yet to be travelled

What i am now

Will i ever see me in a different way

Visiting the memories as i lay

Down on the green grass at bay

Things could have been different i say

Please draw nearer to me i sincerely pray

Before the seasons change in may

I was born in this dead ridden world

Everyone seems to dig out its gold

Even the men and women of old 

Will not find peace until the sun grows bitter and cold

Will my sisters allow these chronicles to hold

These mental chains tightly bind

The pains of time never to hide

The words spoken in confidence put aside

What really happens when illusion and reality collide

Will this soul find breasts to confide

Maybe then what remains in essence is pride

My beauty along with self acceptance i need to manage

For too long history kept me in bondage

The future promises are handed to me for an advantage

So that the babies i birth and nurture may receive salvation as a package

My identity is not that of a savage

In the secret chambers of thought with ease i exude courage

Continue to dream dear one

 My Dreams

My dreams are not only for the night
My dreams are also for the day, the dreams
I have are for me to understand and carry out
Please world do not divert them to destruction

My dreams get me through pain and disappointment
My dreams carry me through the darkest hours of life
In this ever discovering journey of living, my dreams hope
Please humankind take my dreams seriously

My dreams are not worth gambling for
My dreams are not a lottery ticket to riches and fame
My dreams are embraced warmly by wisdom and wealth
Please precious soul do not pimp or prostitute them

My dreams are the reason I laugh in adversity
My dreams tell me with a small voice that opportunity awaits
They position for the right moment to cease
Please brother do not mock my dreams

My dreams are not conceited and proud
My dreams are not selfish and greedy
In humility they continue to thrive with excellence
Please sister do not curse my big dreams

My dreams train me in their own time
My dreams test my character for my appointed time
They help me see the bigger picture in a small world
Please mother do not abort my priceless dreams

My dreams are streams of life for a lifeless future
My dreams are a wagon through desert grounds of the Savanna
Funny though I am still not thirsty nor hungry ever since I had them
Please daddy love do not substitute my dreams

My dreams might be smaller than yours
My dreams  may be meaningless and worthless to you
But what matters is that someone will bring them to pass
So please know that I am responsible for them existing

Food for thought

No Worries

The sun rose a long time ago in the horizon and we saw its beautiful rays play
We would run outside and view its awesome glory, on the grass we lay
The brightness would cause us to blink, regardless of the tears on our eyes
still the brains we possessed made us question more of It Beauty and might
we never worried about the clothes on our backs, nor the food we ate, We were
ever thankful instead, for some reason the sun In its player full state would say
don't worry baby,I'm your Friend unreachable yet big,warm, bright and high.

The moment we lost focus of the good creation, it began to steadily go down
And that sparked a thought in all of us, yes as innocent as we are, deeply dwelling In thought. If the stars wait for their turn to shine at night, why should
We not wait for our time to shine, if the moon depends on the very same
Sun to reflect light at night then why not depend on Jehovah to give and show
Us the light to depend on, and truly if all of creation trusts the system of the
Ordained universal law then why should we not trust The Christ for our
Inheritance of the earth.

If we look around us patience is the key to all creation living with no worry
We seem to rush anything and everything we set our hearts to do, anything and
Everything we know we can possess. Selfish, brutal, ruthless, deceptive,  murders of sincerity,  immoral and animalistic people have we grown to be. This generation matured to worry, in wonder me and my friends questioned WHY.
Its a pity none of us knew the answer as to why chaos was hovering in mankind
If only they knew that worry in the end results in complete deadly destruction.

A nation with no worry laughs and breathes kindness to its neighbours
A nation with no worry smiles and helps its neighbour without expectations
A nation with no worry does not seek to harm its neighbour
A nation with no worry does not bring war and terror upon its people
Be merry not because of brand and money and social event.
Be merry that at least you have no worries about anything In life

As the sun slowly went down to appear again tomorrow,  it worries not
When will we see its splendour again for the uncomplicated universal
Laws have been fixed, obedience is never and issues for it. But imagine if there
Were no universal laws and no obedience from the sun, then I tell you that even
Jehovah would be worried. In essence if you follow the laws of virtues and not
Vice, if you obey your calling and fulfil your purpose then no worry will takeover you life for now and beyond. Death is temporal sleep don't fight it

Have no worries dear man, and have no worries dear woman. Do not even
Pass it on to the small people you birthed out in pain and anguish because if
Everyone on this earth had to worry then surely death rules our lives, and fear
Has held us captive for rebelliousness to possess us. Choose life and not death

Living Hope

A Letter To Hope


I have never met you woman, but I imagine how presentable you might be
Usually it is not a case of mystery for me but you oh woman immersed me into
Thoughts of deep reasoning. And through out my counsel I have found you worthy of good admiration, yes good woman I have found what sparks me.

 I hope you to be good and righteousness,  eager to please the Father
being a testimony to many who are ignorant about the righteousness of a
solid strong woman. Striving for perfection and showing the world that it
Is possible to be in right standing and be harmless in the sight of mankind

 I hope you to be calm and controlling of your spirit when you are faced
With cruel circumstances of life. A wise proverbial woman never vents
Out with all might to bring vengeance upon her opposer yet with graciousness
She quietly makes her prayer known to the lover of her colourful soul.

I hope you be wise and vigilant, screening with such scrutiny the goings and
Comings of each soul you meet on the streets of promises. As man has been
Corrupted, surely no one is holy and pure who roams around on the soils
Of earth. Find wisdom and your world will be a joy to be a part of.

 I hope you to be lovable, do not grow cold as the perceptions in time change
Selfishness,  greed, pride and egotistical, you should be far from. They make
You empty and destructive.  Even though hated and rejected, love anyhow
And love anyway. For if you love then you have the heart of the God of love.

 Hope differed maketh the heart sick, and if you are not a woman of hope
Then the hearts of your loved ones will be sick. It is through a woman that
Things are born and given life, and it can only be a woman that suffocates and
Kills it. Be hope, give hope, live hope, hope yourself then I and the inhabitants
Of the earth will call you A WRITTEN AND READ LETTER OF HOPE



DEDICATED TO MBALEE CDU

A fling that got away

SUNSET

I long for the sunset that reminded me of long walks on the beach
Side by side with bear feet, you my lover and friend would rub my
Supple hands to give me serenity. Your assurance gave me hope
For your never ending existence, we sat down, weary and in need 
Of rest, we drew funny images of ourselves.
We leaped from where we were to a place we had never been,
Long forgotten we let silence be our lord as we watch the sun slumbering.

 I long for the sunset that reminded me of the high climbs on a friendly
Mountain. When we saw the creatures of the curious rocks, the chirp of
Colourful birds, the buzzing of bees that see all sorts of flowers Royal.
I cried, the beauty on sight was majestic, as the rays gave life to my crystal
Tear drops. You then came closer to me to dry them out with care, kissed
 With trust of being mine forever.
As the sun began to set, you set your heart to wickedness to harm my feelings
The sun set to sleep and so did my love for you.
My dreamy stranger from an unknown place in time

To a son that has no gratitude

SORROWS


Let me shift the focus a little, to focus on something you take for granted daily

You fail to please the heart of a man who provides for you

Clothes you and shelters you, he taps you on the shoulder, To make

 his presence known and felt, Even then you say not thank you Papa. 

You despise him just because he doesn't give you what you want

When you want it and how you want it. Mother tries to

 make you see the love demonstrated, yet in Your interpretation,

 it is love deprived. Still no word of thanks giving from your lips.

He takes what mummy taught you theoretically and applies it practically

To teach you life, but in your eyes he is uncool and old fashioned

Shame is all over you and since he has no cool in his bloody veins. 

He is really trying with determination to make his son to be a good man

Still no thank you Papa

Deep down inside Papa hurts so badly, confiding in his fellow man

About his seed that fails to reap good fruit, you still think that he cries not

Well think again brother of mine, he weeps bitterly for you oh ungrateful son

Suddenly the calamities of life befall hour daddy and he is no more . Your Papa was thankful to God for you everyday and 

Appreciating the golden vessel of honour to nurse you and nurture you.

Now that Papa is no more, thanks giving invites you to a world of

Gratitude and humility,  with everything and everyone precious

Who's Papa are you  going to thank now

Beyond the grave he can't hear your thankful words, he can't see your

Sobbing eyes of guilt, he can't tap you on the shoulder like he used to

making his presence once more known.  Start to be thankful to mum for 

Loving and caring environment she provides you with because once 

God steps in as a Father, weeping will endure in the night and a lesson

Of life for an ungrateful soul will be learnt

Do not be a proverb of a ungrateful son who existed once upon a time

A seed of disaster and a fruit of curse in the eyes of an elder

people of colour everywhere

HOW HAVE WE

Women how have we loathed our skin tones
Ebony, chocolate, brown and and caramel,  in all outside glows
The shame in your eyes when looking upon it
All you have been exposed to is the embraced colour of a
Snowy skin

Your hair kinky,  curly, wavy either black and brown. Putting
So much heat to straighten it, much weave to make it bouncy
Much chemical to denature it.
How have you truly daughter of Cush, despised our authentic
Design for a look alike version on European hair

How have we publicly cursed our diverse language, slang and
Way of living. How have we redefined our colourful world, that
We deny its beauty of our presence,
I cry bitterly for the sisters of Africa regardless of the unseen
Boundaries that segregate us

Certainly the Queens of the North and South taught you to hate
Everything about yourself.
In God's eyes your variety is like all sorts of colourful petals
With the same green leaves and the same green stalks
Enjoy your melanin it is there for the Creator's pleasure

How have we daughters of Nuba
How have we mothers of Nuba
How have we brothers of Nuba
Come to self mutilation,  I bet our forefathers would weep
When arising to see your indifference to their psychological enemy

To a wounded musician

GUITAR

Walking down my chosen road

Having no purpose to the minutes granted

Leaving behind me, my heavy load

And the visions of fear, being too haunted

The still voice of the wind whispers

I stop and characterizes my face in amazement

The same wind gets to my fingers

Carries my soul away from the thoughts of enslavement

 I walk, I pace a little faster

Time indefinite can skill me on a curious matter

Beat, rhythm the time once more

Beat rhythm and time, this time let me not fall into a den

Excitement squeezed me so intensity

Think I might change my name to Felicity

Why am I thinking like this, I argue

Is my mind giving up? Is it a subdue

Not its not I answer the debate

My spirit, physic and world can relate

Finally there it was, a guitar

In the hands of a man with a scar

A DANGEROUS MIND

A dangerous mind is a mind that
Brews cruelty to grieve the soul of
One's mother, that mind has arrangements
To steal bread from her so that she fails to
Feed her kind, that mind hates seeing good from her
That mind rejoices in wickedness. I hope it's not yours

A dangerous mind is a mind that targets the innocent
Children, teaching them to rebel against their superiors
Back chat as if they are of the same age and size.
That mind speaks ambiguous sayings to lure them
Away from the truth, it looks for its own wicked gain
And is unapologetic. I hope that mind is not yours

A dangerous mind is a mind that fails to understand,
That fails to know and that fails to gain wisdom. It is
Foolish than foolishness itself, it has no room for growth
And thinks it is always right, how wrong.
For in that moment destruction can take over and fill the
Atmosphere with thick darkness, I hope it's not your mind

A dangerous mind is the mind that meditates not on the
Good book of holy living and righteousness, that mind
Is full of ignorance and mocks the God of Heaven in his
Supremacy, lifts up its wisdom against him and begins to say
"I am a great mind indeed". This mind is using its imperfect
Wholeness to prove a vain point. I hope that mind is not yours

My generation has thrived to attain a mind that is not tearing a
Community apart yet the mind being the only place where great battles
Are fought, defeat is guaranteed if that very same mind has no
Foundation, which is the wise words of the great teacher being Christ
The Christ. Young man and young woman guard your mind because
It is powerful to fulfil that which is good and evil, let your mind be that
Of Christ.

Zero Ground

I have walked on this earth for 27 years now, trust me I have
Never known nor seen a God who is loving and holy
A God that is kind and sovereign,  a God that resides in the
Heavens yet longs to be close to me.
Jehovah your are my existence

You alone are powerful regardless of the gods that claim
to be sovereign,  I long to touch you and laugh along side you
I long for the times that you shared what was in your heart
I never want to deny you nor reject you.
Jehovah you alone are my wholeness

I have had good and bad friends, I lost people I loved
Along the way, and yes I have loved but were cheated upon
But you my God comforted me, you hugged me and you whispered
The words "I love you my daughter"
Jehovah truly you love me unconditionally

You and I have grown closer than the previous years
I am matured and no longer behave like a child
I see what you see in me and I have accepted it with love
I cry not because I am sad in most times
At the mention of your name Jehovah I get weak

Even though it saddens me not to see your bright
Glorious sight, I still picture how handsome you must be
Lover of my soul and eternal existence indefinitely
Your gift of joy flows through and through
Jehovah I am not ashamed of you at all

JEHOVAH YOU ARE DEFINED AS MY ZERO GROUND
CENTRE OF GRAVITATION, I AM PULLED TOWARDS
YOU AND THE FORCE OF ATTRACTION GROWS
EACH GIVEN DAY, MY SWEET SWEET FATHER
HALLOWED AND BLESSED

A Race Issue

 A Race issue

She drives in with her car and she glances at mine
Having troubles that she left behind looking like a dumped
Lesbian lover. Her demons crawl out as soon as she sees me
Conversating with the men attending to my dirty car needs
She then screams with a loud voice "really now"
Is she still carrying her pride in this present age

 I kept calm as her unknown old lover from behind
Jumps out from his car and defends her, I stood there
While my coloured brother kept defending himself
From these apartheid experts. I decided to take my time
And allow the men to scrub my rims clean
 If they hate people of colour then why reside in Africa

 I see them with their sure selves reporting to the manager
But I also got to report the matter so that my people keep their
Labour, for a while slave mentality has bound us in chains
And freedom will reign truly when Jehovah God begins to reign
They may believe me or not but the truth has it's way of reigning
 Am I disgusted you ask and I say indeed i am

Let me not harbour hatred or loathness in my heart
But the new South Africa is not so new after all
This has been an illusion from 1994 until 2013
A man of colour will be far lesser than the European man
No matter what car they drive or house they live in
Kinky hair, dark or brown skin, Slavery is Africa's gene