Transcendence is before you should you choose to take a swim.
Into your deep blue you dive and all that is within.
Referred to as my subconscious so you may understand me clear.
But there’s nothing very simple about the message I’m sending here.
The colour of your blood, the liquid through your veins,
is really just a pathway to the place that feels your pains.
The heart is an ocean but within it there’s a sun, submerged beneath the ocean, and all that is but one.
Would it be enough to rock on a stormless sea with each our separate memories tuned to the state of the sinking sun?
Random thoughts that fly away.
Where words has no place to stay.
Let it be right where they are.
Let the work of art preserve its life.
The sweetest melody that plays
on starry nights and wintry days,
most soothing to my listening ears
and calming to beleaguering fears,
I call a symphony on air
the song of sweet, still silence rare.
The enemy came to steal,kill and destroy our hero Steve Biko. He was chosen by God and no one can deny that.
The future belongs to all who, refusing to look back at the past move ahead with the clock as it ticks.
We all live but a hundred years.
When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.
You can’t write a poem until you live.
Dance,’ they told me, and I stood still,
and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
‘Pray,’ they said, and I laughed,
covering myself in the earth’s brightnesses,
and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel,
and prayed like an orphan.
The best tourist is one without a camera.