Rhythm.

1. High natural reality
2. Condensing maturity young
3. Understanding that intensive energy
4. Young reality natural
5. High condensing maturity
6. Energy intensive understanding
7. That natural high
8. Reality condensing intensive young
9. Maturity energy high intensive reality natural understanding that condensing young
10. High natural reality
11. Condensing maturity young
12. Understanding that intensive energy

Colours.

What if amber meant stop

red meant go

and green meant caution?

Then stop signs would be yellow.

What if green were blue

and blue was green?

Then blue would be caution

and the sky green.

What if brown was gold

and gold was black?

                           It is.

Thabiso Nkoana©2012

Livity.

Dear Life,

I must begin by stating how disappointed I am by you.

Your sweet aroma now dulled to the state of stale tobacco breath.

You continue to bless the blessed

& curse the already suffering.

You behave whorish

but unlike our beloved skanks

who will gladly hoe their non-elastic pussys

to any man

for the close to kind gesture

of two Blacks & a gwai

you reserve yours

for polygamous liars

who capitalise

on paraffin buyers

DINTSHANG? 

Untitled…(Listen)

The problem is:

no-one wants to listen

but I’m on a mission

killing and dismissing

on your mind I’m just pissing

kaffir you’re fishing

no offence I’m just mixing

al hierdie worde is nou my kussing

thlaloganyo ya ka

ke re ga gona yo ya setseng

take a breather, I’m expecting

shit they are not getting

the mental blessing

but once upon a time

it was said

The problem is:

no-one wants to listen

listen, listen, listen…. 

Crime Creates.

A new beginning

forced by words stolen

A new beginning

initiated through soothing verbalization

A new beginning

once again back to front

A new beginning

granted poetic license

Love Doesn’t Die.

I must apologise

if I’m to keep up

with lies

I must apologise

if I’m to keep up

with alibis

I must apologise

if I’m to keep up

with capitalist compromise

I must apologise

if I’m to keep up

with spiritual demise

Due North.

Hate Race

Despise Demise

Create Debate

Deny Comply

I hope you are reading

Park a pen

Write a life

Mark a friend

Bite a time

I hope you are speaking

Storm Eternal.

A rain dropped life into vastness

and it was illumined

There…

where senses of long forgotten secrete themselves

where butterfly wings forge waves upon which galaxies surf

where the elephant’s brass melody ignites suns’ cores

A breeze blew song into vastness

and it was augmented

There…

where blinks of fluid colour array themselves

where trees lifted an epoch under which time rests

where alps’ unconfined capering pirouettes planets’ psyches

The clouds are calling

The sands are falling

The spirits are warming

Eternal storms.

Thabiso Nkoana©8/3/2013

Slow Zones Show Polarities.

“I’m 26 yrs old

& made from a different mould

I didn’t exist when slaves were sold

& kaffirs dug for gold

had nothing to do

with Verwoerd’s statement so bold

my parents never voted

as the story is told

felt apartheid shouldn’t be noted

& the Nats should be left in the cold

they believed integration should be quoted

& the right wing should fold

so let me alone.”

Untitled…(Music Radio)

I make music for talk radio

Sounds which bring a sting

You better get strapped in

this is strictly poetry

You’ll find no sixteen bar forms

or punch line platforms

and I’m still the illest poet

take a cliché like that

and make you want to know it

Love :)

There was once a not so young man

living in a not so far land.

His life was not so average,

a pleasant being whose sole goal was to keep others happy and smiling.

He had a large heart

and wonderful mind,

which had both been tainted by the friends of Life,

Trial and Tribulation.

On a not so beautiful day

having a not so easy chat with himself

while sitting on a not so large rock

Love came by and asked the not so young man,