POETS CORNER (5TH BABY STEP)

[Original Syn]

aaaahhh....

My intentions are my own, but I'm glad you were touched Roze.
These days more and more i realise I'm an Iron fist in a Velvet Glove.

[blaqsouljah]

...i wish i could
for once carve living images within my memories
and illuminate sullen words that trace invisible footprints on the apex of the sun's orbit
and lay with a widowed deity
in an attempt to conceive a once-living pacifier

i wish i could
write on tender petals the story
living in the placenta of a blind embryo
awaiting to be told by samsara
the story of times' short sight

i wish i could
paint scenes in the jaded hues of dead auras
telling of living horrors
that wait in ambush behind eternity's golden doors

i wish i could
at arms length push away the increasing darkness
that imprisons my innerspace
leaving me with visions of bovine demons
bathining in the blood of slain angels
i wish i could
lay to rest and wake to the sight of god's face...

[Original Syn]

^^^^ SOuljah 8O  Ya**USS!!!!!!

[BHLAKHROZE]

- ONCE UPON A TIME -

her tale begins
at once upon a time
she sang to him the sweetest lullaby
as they stood perched
way on high
watching the sun dance with the sky

entangled within his feeling
she whispers
please keep believing
your stars stay gleaming
your odds
yet to become evens
screw the bloody demons
conniving witches
and the glitches
stand alone and claim your riches
your birthright
you become your own light
in this
the face of your darkest night
a shining landscape of dreams
lies in wait it seems
just one bold step
and all will be revealed

to GOD she blows a thousand heartfelt kisses
that he may be kind and grant you
all but one of those wishes.

her tale begins at once upon a time
she sang to you the sweetest lullaby...

[BHLAKHROZE]

-WANTED: A FIRE EXTINGUISHER –

If I could touch this feeling
gently
I would mold it
give it wings
set it free
but, I this goddess, only human
am consumed
to be burnt within the realms of my own pa**ion

and so, in my attempts to ignite your cold
it is myself I set alight

the sweet bitterness of life is such that
it is the keeper of the flame
who turns to ashes…

AFTER THOUGHT:
…and rises, a phoenix.

[BHLAKHROZE]

- INTO YOU -

i want to breath into you
breathe life into you
breathe you
be you
watch you come alive
tantalize your being
til you colour my existence with your smile

i want to breathe into you
breathe life into you
breath you
be you
light up your eyes
and watch them tell stories of all those 9 lives
your journeys across the sky
sitting quietly beside the nile
i see you there
your silence speaking into eternity
you and me
and the one yet to be
a divine trinity

i want to breathe into you
breathe life into you
breathe you
be you

and you could breathe me too

i imagine i am moondust
breathe me
and lets just be

just.

[the brand®]

8O

[BHLAKHROZE]

- HERSTORY -

tell us a story, they gather.
tell us a story, they cheer.
tell us a story
and she ponders
what can i say
tell us a story
but what can i say
what will i say
tell us a story
tell us a story
they want to hear
they want to know
they edge closer desiring a show
a moment
to forget
to fly on the wings of her imagination
to seek better worlds
to rewrite inherited histories with her words
a chance to see themselves anew
to recapture lost hope
tell us a story
tell us a story they plead

she smiles and opens her arms
she holds them close and begins her tale...


...i was taken from me
i too had a once upon a time
and now standing here in my present
i look at the stars
and see my past
having visions of my future
needing it to demystify
i realise that the journey
has long been about finding those shattered pieces of me
bhlakhroze petals scattered in the wind
tears flow freely from this injured soul
quenching the thirst of the forgotten

and now i am pregnant with possibility
there will be a rebirth tonight

the sky bursts into flames
and blessings pour forth
i see angels
am i dead. no
i came to my end and began

fist held high
still marching
i rise in the dust
i emerge shrouded in a BLACKMIST
solidarity in a black fist
i will elevate
i who moves in colour
and speaks in sound
will sit silently on my throne of truth
wisdom will be my guide
i shall invade and conquer fear
i imagine and create eternity
you will hear me
for my dreams have told me

i have found my voice
a thank you to my GOD
heart held in hand
i beckon
listen carefully
i sing your song

i sing a song of pain
i tell a story of love
i serenade the warm breeze
my words will paint this landscape with hope
your lives etched into the very fibre of my existence
you give me to me
and i give you back to you
we will experience ourselves anew

there will be a rebirth tonight

i will see me
and you will see me seeing me
and i will see you
seeing me
see you see me
we bear witness

i will make love an art
and i will love like an artist

dont tell me of your tomorrows
the rebirth will happen tonight

ephatha mntomnyama
be opened

GOD is searching GOD in creation.

...i no longer seek the light
as i remember

I AM THE LIGHT I SEEK.

[BHLAKHROZE]

- IN A PLAYROOM -

but where do you get the words
i converse with other worlds
i pull them out of the air
just like a magician the little one cries
yes, angel, like a magician
my inspiration
to speak to the nation
to reach inside
and find your hidden smiles
the sparkle in your eyes
i carry you on my shouders and together we glide
we soar
seeking no less than more
we shake hands with familiar faces in distant lands
and you realise you have been there before
yes, yes i think i know what you mean
the boy in the corner, not trying to be seen
i see my mommy beyond those open doors
a lonely child and it shows
can i come, can i come
the one on my knee
yes, my love
and all you need do
is just to believe

[Original Syn]

Yo Roze, you must have sum kak in yo life to be this creative. Hope alles is OK.
But then if you get too happy, alladem crazy words will dry up.
An we do appreciate dem wordz.

Tuff decision

[BHLAKHROZE]

yep. that would be me, a diamond in the ruff. shining none the less.

phuck you syn. laff.

[BHLAKHROZE]

- THE SOUND OF MY TEARS -

always seconds away from the memory of your touch
im feeling much too much
feeling
much too much

i still taste the tears
after all these years
silent cries falling on long deafened ears
no one hears
swirling in an abyss of broken ideas
an abandoned love
a misguided, gentle dove
circling myself

hush
cold whispers tell me
i crumble willingly
brought to my knees
a lonely heart imagining what it means to be free
hush
they say
but i always two seconds away from the memory of your touch
am feeling much too much
im feeling much too much
always
hush
seconds away
hush
your touch
hush
its too much
hush
seconds away

you're a memory

self contained
inside myself i dig deeply
clawing desperately
for words that may perhaps speak for me
a way to explain
explain
away the pain

i find no comfort
seeking solace from my thoughts.

shelter me
please

[Original Syn]

^^Ya and obviously the kak and strife in Roze's life continues, too bad bout that luv...... frikkin nice poem tho!
Seems to me sum1 needs a hug........

[BHLAKHROZE]

- LUKHANYO (the light) -

i am haunted by visions of his patient smile
the memory of which touches my soul like a gentle breeze
walking towards the sun
a return to the essence of his being
i watch him and i know im not the only one
a silent vigil

we are left behind
the remnants of a moment in time

he turns to wave
as he begins his journey to the other side
his final goodbye
a truth i want so badly to deny
all senses fail
the centre disbelieving

you are leaving

u-lukhanyo
ulukhanyo lwalomini ezoth'ize. ngeny'imini. ngalomini.

the light
our light for the days to come
someday

one day.

SHINE.

[BHLAKHROZE]

- HAD THEY KNOWN -

 those who were there
say
they rose out of the sea
those who were there
say
some fell right out of the sky
thats what those who were there
say

they say
had they read the signs
they would have prayed themselves into another time
they say
had they predicted
they would have resisted
the setting of the sun
they would have been weeping willows
the saddest, saddest song
pleading with eternity
the words wishing the future undone
if they had known what would come

instead they find themselves held captive in the ghost pages of his glory
(HIS)story
where he rests above suspicion
the obvious ommission
in his submission
his rendition
a fabulous tale
of original sin
but where is the account of the victim

had it been foretold
they would have known

its not that its not right
its just that its so wrong
when those with the heaviest load
are the ones forced to move on
they that carry the burden
dismissed as insurgents
aptly named
they shoulder the blame
retribution
you are requested to come home
so urgently
we have on our hands quite the emergency

to deny
is to lie
and who am i
just a spectator
so many years later
to pretend
to defend
to refute
dispute
a legacy of brutes
reload. aim. ready. fire-ing
shooting blanks
one by one they fall
these damn blacks
like dominoes
oh. if only they had known

and i
just a spectator
so many years later
find that it still makes me feel like i cant breathe
my heart cannot believe
and though we refuse to bleed

we are still under siege

had they known
they wouldnt have let them in
to begin
kings and queens
ruling ourselves
our own
alone

had they known
they would have known
they would have said no
so many many years ago.

had they only have known

but now i know
and the seeds of dissent i continue to sow.