What is death, if it is not, the cruel prankster
that pulls the rug from beneath your feet?
If it is not, the violented safety of your apartment
complex? It comes and goes as it pleases.
What is death, if it is a sweet dream,
just waiting for you to be woken up?
If it is the Heaven or the Hell you believe in?
If it calls on a person, telling you 'they're dead'?
What is death, if it is peace?
If it is the end of pain and suffering.
If it rest from old age...?
If it is life in a spiritual plain?
What is death, if it is beauty?
The life of death, and the death of life.
What is death, if it is the silhouette of a
woman dressed in white, ready to embrace you?
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
Sunday 21 April 2019
Sunday 14 April 2019
The Understanding ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve
I had an understanding with your parents...
I was so happy that they allowed me to date you.
I was relieved that the ball thats in-between us called mommy spoke to me and your dad...
The men - murderers of women - until they have a daughter...
Their own blood and flesh in their arms, he probably thought that your so beautiful you were his angel.
Keep your Halo high above your head and wear it well...
Well it fell a bit since a demon called nkazi entered your life a demon called a man - well technically he doesn't have his horns yet but he's still holds himself high for being him.
The evil single minded drive that causes them to even persue any Angels is what's hidden and what's precious to you.
Is it ever that lustful drive that ends up in disaster, mentally, socially and spiritually.
So shouldn't you fear that he doesn't think those things.
You saw him and feel in love with what he is, he got to know you and feel in love with who you are - you learned something from each other.
Precious information that you never knew and that nobody else ever told you...
A marriage of consciousness, yours and mine, you can't separate it not matter what you try...
The interlinking of past experiences and the revelation each other's mind...
A deep understanding that doesn't reveal what you may think, but it shows feelings, and we feel the same way.
You we feel separated but we aren't and I know that we never will be...
Our stars have been set in the universe, our love travels for miles and miles on end, and all creatures of unknown species see our love shine...
It's too bright.
This love burns...
It's hotter than anything you've ever experienced, it's dangerous even for us.
Fatal to our existence, a small fraction of collisions between us...
All that violence of clashing bodies, we chose not to move...
Abrasions visible to the eye and wounds deeper than the sea, I see we are stronger that what we thought we were.
We talked about separation today I didn't know that I mean so much to you - as I am your first everything - I mean many things to you and I have claimed your heart (was it a mistake) for my own and you have taken my mind and soul, I am no longer of God but of you.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
I was so happy that they allowed me to date you.
I was relieved that the ball thats in-between us called mommy spoke to me and your dad...
The men - murderers of women - until they have a daughter...
Their own blood and flesh in their arms, he probably thought that your so beautiful you were his angel.
Keep your Halo high above your head and wear it well...
Well it fell a bit since a demon called nkazi entered your life a demon called a man - well technically he doesn't have his horns yet but he's still holds himself high for being him.
The evil single minded drive that causes them to even persue any Angels is what's hidden and what's precious to you.
Is it ever that lustful drive that ends up in disaster, mentally, socially and spiritually.
So shouldn't you fear that he doesn't think those things.
You saw him and feel in love with what he is, he got to know you and feel in love with who you are - you learned something from each other.
Precious information that you never knew and that nobody else ever told you...
A marriage of consciousness, yours and mine, you can't separate it not matter what you try...
The interlinking of past experiences and the revelation each other's mind...
A deep understanding that doesn't reveal what you may think, but it shows feelings, and we feel the same way.
You we feel separated but we aren't and I know that we never will be...
Our stars have been set in the universe, our love travels for miles and miles on end, and all creatures of unknown species see our love shine...
It's too bright.
This love burns...
It's hotter than anything you've ever experienced, it's dangerous even for us.
Fatal to our existence, a small fraction of collisions between us...
All that violence of clashing bodies, we chose not to move...
Abrasions visible to the eye and wounds deeper than the sea, I see we are stronger that what we thought we were.
We talked about separation today I didn't know that I mean so much to you - as I am your first everything - I mean many things to you and I have claimed your heart (was it a mistake) for my own and you have taken my mind and soul, I am no longer of God but of you.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
Wednesday 10 April 2019
Cry, But Never Complain ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve
Cry... but never complain.
In the midst of the sorrow you caused me I never said anything.
Yet it's humorous when it seemingly happens to you.
Doesn't it? You felt I felt, you had the chance
to state your disheartening vices,
but I never said anything.
Fair not fair, you don't care in your eyes,
you're wired to believe that you were disciplining me.
Sticks and stones hurt and so do words too.
The right ones that make you feel:
inferior, worthless, rubbish and in other cases specifically "dumb".
It's not that I haven't forgiven it, maybe,
just that I haven't forgotten everything about it.
The wheel turns as it pleases,
yet you never know what's turning and who is it turning to.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
In the midst of the sorrow you caused me I never said anything.
Yet it's humorous when it seemingly happens to you.
Doesn't it? You felt I felt, you had the chance
to state your disheartening vices,
but I never said anything.
Fair not fair, you don't care in your eyes,
you're wired to believe that you were disciplining me.
Sticks and stones hurt and so do words too.
The right ones that make you feel:
inferior, worthless, rubbish and in other cases specifically "dumb".
It's not that I haven't forgiven it, maybe,
just that I haven't forgotten everything about it.
The wheel turns as it pleases,
yet you never know what's turning and who is it turning to.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
I Am Not What I Am ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve
Listen... Listen.
Listen to the hundreds, the thousands and millions,
hear the voice of many in the mouth of one.
The voice whose eyes speak more than its mouth.
All from the south, north, east and west.
All the four corners of this round globe, I exist.
In his mind, in her heart, in their conscious with their spirit, see me in their actions.
It is not my truth nor is it my lie but,
thousands of me die, under a misunderstood persona.
Misjudged, misread and mislead into believing, it... to be, when it is not. It never was... or was it?
I am not what I am.
What you seem to believe is something that was seen
in the eyes of many and conceived in the same mind.
I was never what you thought of me to be.
Maybe you don't know or acknowledged it too late, but
my fate... Isn't, nor will it ever be controlled by perceptions
I, I, I am way more that what you think of me.
I feel, I breathe, I taste, I cry and I think.
Of times... When I was alone with many, when
I was content with my own space.
I am gentle in my violence and pure in my sinful life.
I am relaxed and stressed, but most of what I am, I do not know best.
All and all, above and beyond.
Over, under, through, inside, outside and past... Everything!
Que sera sera, so the story goes.
On and on and back and forth, the evolutions absolute.
Who will tell tale of young rebels against the system?
Them, who refuse to conform or comply to the ways of authority.
Who will lead the stampede of lost souls, in the middle of their metamorphosis?
Like, what's the point of having a voice if there is no body to follow?
Leaders are chosen inside the millions, no outside, no bystanders.
I chose to follow who knows my struggle, who understands my pain,
who understands my craziness.
I am not fit to lead, but somewhere I the crowd I know "I"... am.
So bring forth the slow sunrise, for a new day has dawned.
Lighting up the horizon, I march on the grassy savanna.
One in many and many in one.
Wreckless nevertheless I stumble but not fall.
My hands will never touch the ground.
Look upon my sex less body, what I am you may never know.
Where I'm from you will never go.
Your lies conceived me.
I birthed, in a cloud as an unknown entity of beauty and hope.
I live by the millions and die by the hundreds. Reincarnation!
I will never die. I will only become harder to handle and too strong to impede.
"I am not what I am".
I adapt with change...
Knowing me will discomfort you, since you are always the same.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
Listen to the hundreds, the thousands and millions,
hear the voice of many in the mouth of one.
The voice whose eyes speak more than its mouth.
All from the south, north, east and west.
All the four corners of this round globe, I exist.
In his mind, in her heart, in their conscious with their spirit, see me in their actions.
It is not my truth nor is it my lie but,
thousands of me die, under a misunderstood persona.
Misjudged, misread and mislead into believing, it... to be, when it is not. It never was... or was it?
I am not what I am.
What you seem to believe is something that was seen
in the eyes of many and conceived in the same mind.
I was never what you thought of me to be.
Maybe you don't know or acknowledged it too late, but
my fate... Isn't, nor will it ever be controlled by perceptions
I, I, I am way more that what you think of me.
I feel, I breathe, I taste, I cry and I think.
Of times... When I was alone with many, when
I was content with my own space.
I am gentle in my violence and pure in my sinful life.
I am relaxed and stressed, but most of what I am, I do not know best.
All and all, above and beyond.
Over, under, through, inside, outside and past... Everything!
Que sera sera, so the story goes.
On and on and back and forth, the evolutions absolute.
Who will tell tale of young rebels against the system?
Them, who refuse to conform or comply to the ways of authority.
Who will lead the stampede of lost souls, in the middle of their metamorphosis?
Like, what's the point of having a voice if there is no body to follow?
Leaders are chosen inside the millions, no outside, no bystanders.
I chose to follow who knows my struggle, who understands my pain,
who understands my craziness.
I am not fit to lead, but somewhere I the crowd I know "I"... am.
So bring forth the slow sunrise, for a new day has dawned.
Lighting up the horizon, I march on the grassy savanna.
One in many and many in one.
Wreckless nevertheless I stumble but not fall.
My hands will never touch the ground.
Look upon my sex less body, what I am you may never know.
Where I'm from you will never go.
Your lies conceived me.
I birthed, in a cloud as an unknown entity of beauty and hope.
I live by the millions and die by the hundreds. Reincarnation!
I will never die. I will only become harder to handle and too strong to impede.
"I am not what I am".
I adapt with change...
Knowing me will discomfort you, since you are always the same.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
It's Too Easy to Fall Out of Love ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve
Why do you even bother?
Why do you feel anymore?
It's nothing more than a psychological stimulant that tells you to reproduce.
It's not love... It never is.
The unmistakable emotion you feel when you see figure of beauty...
An idol who deserves admiration, adoration & devotion?
It's a different emotion that, eliminates the hearts in your eyes
and makes you blind to what you saw as a lover, a boyfriend/girlfriend.
The frustration between you too and the awkwardness that follows it's funny to look at,
you can't even look at each other anymore,
small glimpse of your eye catching each other and ignoring it.
And it's not too difficult to eliminate this emotion with an "I'm sorry"...
But,
Pride has to much Confidence, Confidence has too much Ego,
Ego has way too much Pride.
It's a never-ending cycle of "me" rather than "you".
"Me" rather than "us",
"Me" rather than "we".
It's never love... It's lust or infatuation or another feeling that attracts you to a person.
That's why you move on, it's why you don't stand still with person until the end.
There is an end it is not of "me" but "us" , "we".
Sleep you'll be fine, let all the worries work themselves in the deep of your subconscious.
Close you eyes and dream of fate...
See the solution embedded in the mind, don't try to find,
but let the mind decided what the possibilities and endless outcomes could be.
Dream, let your imagination take place and let it fill your mind with endless space and limitless time.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
Why do you feel anymore?
It's nothing more than a psychological stimulant that tells you to reproduce.
It's not love... It never is.
The unmistakable emotion you feel when you see figure of beauty...
An idol who deserves admiration, adoration & devotion?
It's a different emotion that, eliminates the hearts in your eyes
and makes you blind to what you saw as a lover, a boyfriend/girlfriend.
The frustration between you too and the awkwardness that follows it's funny to look at,
you can't even look at each other anymore,
small glimpse of your eye catching each other and ignoring it.
And it's not too difficult to eliminate this emotion with an "I'm sorry"...
But,
Pride has to much Confidence, Confidence has too much Ego,
Ego has way too much Pride.
It's a never-ending cycle of "me" rather than "you".
"Me" rather than "us",
"Me" rather than "we".
It's never love... It's lust or infatuation or another feeling that attracts you to a person.
That's why you move on, it's why you don't stand still with person until the end.
There is an end it is not of "me" but "us" , "we".
Sleep you'll be fine, let all the worries work themselves in the deep of your subconscious.
Close you eyes and dream of fate...
See the solution embedded in the mind, don't try to find,
but let the mind decided what the possibilities and endless outcomes could be.
Dream, let your imagination take place and let it fill your mind with endless space and limitless time.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
The Earth of a Fallen Star ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve
She flies with the enthusiasm and eagerness of exploration.
She is curious as to where she will land, but with excitement
so passionate and pure she is self guided.
Through the darkened empty matter surrounding everything,
she shines and brightens her space like a flash of lightning,
she is happy and content in her freedom.
He wonders on dust, trending on the pathway
where footsteps were non-existent.
He flourishes in his own thoughts, drowning...
trying to think of a life beyond his own,
a life better than the comfort of his black and deserted body...
He is not lost nor found, let it be he...
thrives in his solitary environment, joyous and in felicity he doesn't need anything but himself.
They are oblivious to their existence, fate may it be
or ignorant luck, they were brought closer
and to disaster of their own lives, he does not understand
with his primitive mind, she cannot see, when blinded by the dust.
"Who is that?" and "Why are they here?"
An image of the falls in between the empty space
and a glimpse of the light brightens his world...
For the first time he can see beyond the choking darkness around him.
She sees flesh eating away at the light...
The dark mass moving without life, without purpose...
Moving into the light but absorbing it.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
She is curious as to where she will land, but with excitement
so passionate and pure she is self guided.
Through the darkened empty matter surrounding everything,
she shines and brightens her space like a flash of lightning,
she is happy and content in her freedom.
He wonders on dust, trending on the pathway
where footsteps were non-existent.
He flourishes in his own thoughts, drowning...
trying to think of a life beyond his own,
a life better than the comfort of his black and deserted body...
He is not lost nor found, let it be he...
thrives in his solitary environment, joyous and in felicity he doesn't need anything but himself.
They are oblivious to their existence, fate may it be
or ignorant luck, they were brought closer
and to disaster of their own lives, he does not understand
with his primitive mind, she cannot see, when blinded by the dust.
"Who is that?" and "Why are they here?"
An image of the falls in between the empty space
and a glimpse of the light brightens his world...
For the first time he can see beyond the choking darkness around him.
She sees flesh eating away at the light...
The dark mass moving without life, without purpose...
Moving into the light but absorbing it.
© Nkazimulo Mvemve
***
GRADE 12
***
Just Tell me ~ Mika Datadin
Let me poison your thoughts
and poison your world
I will never be caught
I can plant my pearls
"Where will you be going?"
"I'm not really sure"
Yet I know there's a place
Lying in your throat
Tell me the truth some day
And I'll cure your mind
Tell me were you've been straying
And you can leave me behind.
© Mika Datadin
***
GRADE 12
***
and poison your world
I will never be caught
I can plant my pearls
"Where will you be going?"
"I'm not really sure"
Yet I know there's a place
Lying in your throat
Tell me the truth some day
And I'll cure your mind
Tell me were you've been straying
And you can leave me behind.
© Mika Datadin
***
GRADE 12
***
You Tried ~ Mika Datadin
you were always My favourite
But so was He
you loved My presence
but He savoured it
you were My energy and fire
but He was the essence
you put the life in Me
but He was my pyre
with you I slept
but with Him, I woke
My love you kept
but He, my soul
My house you made
But He My home
I say all of this
but really there's one difference
you just took My love
but He worked for it.
© Mika Datadin
***
GRADE 12
***
But so was He
you loved My presence
but He savoured it
you were My energy and fire
but He was the essence
you put the life in Me
but He was my pyre
with you I slept
but with Him, I woke
My love you kept
but He, my soul
My house you made
But He My home
I say all of this
but really there's one difference
you just took My love
but He worked for it.
© Mika Datadin
***
GRADE 12
***
Even the Sun was Forgotten ~ Mika Datadin
Why didn't the sun miss the earth in winter?
Why did she leave him dead and cold without her?
Did she not know that without her warm heart, he'd shrivel?
Or did the sun not care?
Did she not want to show her big warm smile?
Or was it more than she could bare?
All life would fade and become dull on his surface
Sending the world as we knew it
into the dark abyss
Yet she continues to glow
without her lover
But now in the universe, she was alone
left to suffer.
© Mika Datadin
***
GRADE 12
***
Why did she leave him dead and cold without her?
Did she not know that without her warm heart, he'd shrivel?
Or did the sun not care?
Did she not want to show her big warm smile?
Or was it more than she could bare?
All life would fade and become dull on his surface
Sending the world as we knew it
into the dark abyss
Yet she continues to glow
without her lover
But now in the universe, she was alone
left to suffer.
© Mika Datadin
***
GRADE 12
***
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