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

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,

For Example…

Like no CD collection is complete

without Tumi at the Bassline

and The Decibels

As no Negro is educated

unless aware of the Mis-educated

Like no Autumn leaf hears a Birdland Lullaby

without changing chords

As no Rasta is such

with judgement in the pupil

Like no clique is unlike

a flock of birdbrains

on bling and time

Pure wool dress by Metere de Scotche (FaceBook @ Metere DeScotche Preview),
worn by Kholofelo Mamabolo.

listening to afternoon radio eng kgopotsa re gola

isgela s’valiwe

nge weekend

mid morning, banyana ba fryfa di tupu

sporting the latest mgusha

ya di red carpet»

concealing hairstyle

ka dinako tsa di peddle pusha le boom shaka

aowa, la tseba hore ke bolela ka'ng

re skoppa daai bolo to seek and hide bo black bai patileng

ke mmotse gore ong suna leng

phela nna ke tletse wena

go na le playstation eng kemetseng

ende g’dala si yi pusha le ndaba le

now they have cell phones®

Thabiso wa ga Nkoana2011©11.16.12∏12™

Merry Christmas...

They say this is the time around which Jesus was born

They say we should celebrate this time with illustrious vacations and elaborate gifts for loved ones

They say our world should be decorated with glittery ornaments

After all that jazz... (June 16)

So it came and it went

Another holiday

So it came and it went

Another struggle

So it came and it went

Another life

El Reggae y el Hip Hop en Español: Tracing Reggaeton

El Reggae y el Hip Hop en Español

On tracing the history of Reggaeton, we need to follow the path of reggae and hip-hop, chronologically, from their creation to their present state[1].  In particular a look at how these genres affected urban music and were interpreted in Latin America.  Looking at the progress of both these genres in this manner will inevitably lead us to this new genre taking Latin America, and the world, by storm.

 

Back to the Future

A time will come when the world looks to the south for redemption.

I see,

in a different tomorrow,

Our future generations holding the great throne of peace.

Covenant

 We have been asked to put it to rest

Let it doss

As in intransitive verb

Allow it to sleep in rough or inexpensive accommodations

Reflecting upon it is evidently absurd

Nor should we be insulted by their suggestion’s denotation