some fathers do not live to see their unborn children.
letter or poem writing dedicated to babies that
have never seen their daddies.
coming soon...
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where did our paths cross;
day we shared innocent smiles?
have we forgotten it all;
now this moment that we fall.
momeries in the pages of my journal;
appear to the blink of the eye still.
simple things in life we treasure;
matter in this life we endeavour.
carefully i paint your smile;
now a distant faded picture.
graffiti of your pretty face;
slowly the mind shall erase.
silence has proven to be a burden;
with the little time that has fallen.
will the chemistry ever materialize;
scared the feeling might subside?
i curse the wind that blew the candle;
im lost in time like an infant in a cradle.
im left caged in this cold feeling;
always remember im still breathing.
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"Wish you well...hope you always remember"
triggered by juvenile thoughts;
thinking about fallen times,
everything has faded away,
as I walk down the driveway.
i've shed my better days;
been lost in my own ways,
trapped in suicidal thoughts,
thinking about fallen times.
puff n pass the cold nights;
blaze through strong winds,
seems like i am standin still,
thinking about fallen times.
sound of sweet melodies play;
lay on my back moving astray,
guilt tripping on my thoughts,
thinking about fallen times.
through all the days gone by;
the shadow still remains silent,
gentley walking everywhere i go,
thinking about fallen times.
calculating my steps moving closer;
i stand look back reminscing deeper,
into a world once known to me,
bag my thoughts and walk away with pride.
thinking about fallen times.
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"I will never forget you..."
silent heavens breath a few words,
a long stare into the lonely skies.
the mind boggles the troubled times,
i'm trapped in these troubled waters.
so many troubled souls down here;
prostitution of young black sisters,
teenage boys inside our own prisons,
a nation cursed by selfish demons.
episodes of gender transformation,
innocent images of God losing indentity.
violent passion of love making,
resulting in unwanted babies.
silent heavens breath a few words,
a long stare into the lonely skies.
the mind boggles the troubled times,
i'm trapped in these troubled waters.
dark angels crawl our ghetto streets,
living in fear of our own shadows.
termination of young future leaders,
from our very own teenage abortions.
politicians running for parliamentary,
scores of our people going hungry.
i seek divine intervention on the horizon,
hope God hears my prayer at the break of dawn.
silent heavens breath a few words,
a long stare into the lonely skies.
the mind boggles the troubled times,
i'm trapped in these troubled waters.
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somethings do last forever,
somethings were never meant to be.
vivid dreams scattered at bed side,
mind of a dreamer caught up in confusion.
mind addicted to fame and fortune,
it was lust for success at early prime.
who could ever tell the future,
misery on the cards dear dreamer?
silent thoughts creep the mind,
caught up in the deceased dreams.
mourn the fairy tale at dawn,
sunrise dries the fallen tears.
reflections on the mirror not so kind,
living life on the edge of misery?
somethings do last forever,
somethings were never meant to be.
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low ride into the Soweto nights,
memories of my ghetto nights;
mind dusts the celebrity soil,
heritage to the living soul.
i walk the streets of fame,
driven by curiousity i blaze;
excited, trapped, lost in time,
i am dazzled by the Soweto nite.
morning comes to the heart's desire,
sunrise endures the kasi flavour;
it is a true feeling indeed,
to be part of such a heritage.
i switch on Radio Jakaranda,
is this my old man's station?
the station that played icons,
icons that stood the test of time.
kasi chicks flow galore,
beauty pleases the eye;
not too shy yet so sweet,
nature loving picture perfect.
i hear a squeaking sound;
i turn into a Gusheshe parade;
an O is drawn during daylight,
screams of joy set the mood.
low ride into the Soweto nights,
memories of my ghetto nights;
mind dusts the celebrity soil,
heritage to the living soul.
Soweto Ecstacy
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summer time ifikile,
sunny days of great vibe.
can u feel the scotching sun,
shorties wanna be divine.
i hear kasi car washes banging,
with a soul sound of music bragging.
a heat wave of dry winds,
catches the thirst for cold lagers.
swmming pools escalate with shorties,
a day to bask and maze, sweeties!
wot lovely days ahead,
more sunny days de blaze.
i luv summer time,
brings out more fire.
double up the beer cases,
bring out the cute faces.
summer time ifikile,
sizobona kuwe nawe,
xha ixhesha lifikile,
hayi summer time yizo lezo...
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