The Animal in Man

They can kill our bodies but not our souls,

This splattered blood isn’t our dreams being

Drained from every essence of what makes us us.
They can sew our lips tight but our voices will always get louder.

The scars, blisters and burns on our necks

Are our pride, a victory to show how we overcame.

Through all this, you see us as all things bad,

Black or White skin; we are all the epitome of the gods.

Beautiful People (Haiku)

Beautiful people

Are life's broken symphonies,

Yet we hear them not.

Brothers and sisters

Forced to say goodbye again,

This time forever.

Beautiful people

lost in a wrath they know not

As we watch them soil.

The young, old and bold,

victims of man's endless greed,

Must strive for this life.

Beautiful people,

They are just that, beautiful

Just like you and me. 

Black Sun

For the long sweet silence,
The misty hazy cold days...
And the icy solemn waves
Of endless soreness,
Now is time for it's making...
A peril to fate, time and hope:
Something close to a bad intension.

An ear-shutting shriek reigns,
Whenever days of wonder fall...
Beneath this lifeless madness,
The black sun will shine forevermore,
Like a shrine of the gods, it will burn.

Tainted Soul

As night breaks,

My life begins to crumble

And all hope fades to dust,

I knock on heavens door

Hoping for hells angel to ease my sorrow,

Now and forever I hope she comes tomorrow.

Thoughts far beyond this life

Encroach my mind, its shadow I must follow.

My dead heart beats thump,

Life's promise will never reign,

Deep breaths relinquish this mindless cancer,

Like fallen hail, my heart has sunken

Beneath this heathen soil,

Spoiled with grief this life's bliss

Is tainted with the solemness of days.

The hell raiser sees his rise

As the blade divides my torsal,

The warmth of my scarlet rinse

Is forever lost, like death life is forever lost,

And I am too.

Dawn of Meaninglessness

One by one
My acid tears fall,
Like hail they fall,
Who told the night to kill?
Lifeless veins of lost time
Steal the verve to breathe,
Without meaning it takes life.

Blood on my mind,
Fear on the floor,
This sorrow is my own,
It pours out leaving chills
And a void of torment,
For the life that once was,
For the child that once cried
Time has burnt her heart
And eaten her memories...
Without cause it kills.

The promise to reminisce
On the bright days we touched,
The young life you lived,
You sit crying on the shoulder
Of the angel with dark wings.
Forsaken by life,
Treasured by strife,
Mothered by this knife,
Yet loved by grief.

Still darkness rises
Like dew its stab will die,
Eternal silence befalls,
Sleep my fallen child,
Dream like a nightingale
And hold still your heart
In this silent gale of dead
And forsaken emotions.

One day...
Your heart will beat,
Like before your eyes
Will dry and bare witness
To the beauty of yore,
The ache of your soul
Will seal with a life unbroken.

Futile Beauty!

When the moon slept,
We wept more,
I wept endlessly,
Even the sun does not have a beauty as her’s,
Her voice mistaken by many for a fine harp’s tune,
Your body admired by all the men in the streets,
A mind only loved by me; the victim of your heart’s numbness.
Your heart cold as steel stole the only warmth I have.
My pride, my wife, and my soul you were in my dreams.

When your eyes closed never to open again
I wept more,
More than everyone you knew
The most expensive jewels cannot match her beauty,
No woman can weigh against the splendor she held;
Her slender hips,
Her luscious lips,
Her immensely proportional body:
Is the pride of a mindless woman!
She was such.

To die in your heart I wished
Tomorrow's promise broke
Today’s misery is all you left
And I kept my heart broken when you lost you.
Unlike the diamonds she wore, her beauty is mortal
Her mind tainted by the wounds of self,
My morn remains unheard at your funeral,
My tears are unnoticed in this rain you’ve left me in,
A hollow heart you had,
A soulless body you carried,
Now I wonder what I saw in you!
Was I blinded by your senseless figuring?

Irksome Emotion Device

Its irritating beats
Disturb my sleep...
Without reason it beats,
Like a silent drum, it beats.
Day by day it thumps
And I, a man gives birth to new passion
Whenever I see a queen of
Human splendor, it beats more
And more till I can no longer hide
Its orders that make me man.
Is it my weakness to dance
To the rhythm of its beats?
To my displeasure it beats
And brings me to my knees,
It cries without tears!
It loves that which I hate!
It lives where I don’t belong!
It breathes as I do!
Its weakness is my shame,
Its creed I shall wash in my blood.
When darkness falls...
It is the reason for my black tears,
It is all that I would never wish for
And I’d bestow my soul to exorcise
It from my heathen torso!

Why She Cries

Why do you cry?
Is it the sun?
Did it hurt you?
Is it the rain?
Did it wash your beauty away?
Did the angels forsake you?
Did the night steal your name?
Why do you cry?

Does your heart ache when it beats?
Is it beyond your will to conquer your misery?
Who is to blame for your sadness?
Is it as hard as diamond to tame?
Why won’t you let me cure your soreness?
Why does your heart beat without cause?
Why do you always cry?

Gone is the joy your soul once held
A wound that will grow till infinity
Is all that you’ll ever have...
I wish I can embrace your sorrow as my own,
But my heart belongs to another.
Is this why you cry?

Ashamed of The Sun

A straw into a mind of an awesome summer wonder
Is all my soul seeks in the light of day,
Upon thy shiny skin, it ashen thy sight;
I see not its splendor.

Beaming its odium upon thy mortal soul...
To rise above its fright and kill its core
Is to free yourself from the hands of pain,
Again hearts it shall turn into stone,
Eyes shall drain in its radiance
And souls shall know no love for day.

A fight brought upon by the gods;
A battle between moon and sun will bear more
Sorrow and give birth to no tomorrow,
Galaxies from beyond our own will witness
The age of lifelessness...
The hearts of us will cast not tears to quench
The fire that burns when the victor takes his stand.

Without fear we shall be
Stronger without the sun,
We shall embrace this darkness
Like our child who brings mother to smile...
It shall be,
Man will seek his soul beneath
The ashes of the defeated moon,
His voice beyond the stars,
And his mind in the belief
He holds dearest...

A smoldering kiss shall fall
And all known life shall stall
With the venom of its gall,
Man will question the heaven's wall,
The weak shall fall in this war
And blood will spill in the sacred sand.
Sunlight will bear no life, no hope and harmony.

Sunken by its forsaken madness thy crust shall
Thaw in its fury rays of sheer terror,
I shame the sun that took our name!
I blame the sun that toots till my ears bleed!
Forever I'll lust for the sun that knows love for me!

Embracing Death’s Woes

Frozen inside still I
Bleed from your broken kiss,
A touch of ice embraces me
With a soaring sting of
An eternal affliction,
This forsaken truth
You’ve embraced charges
With a rage of lifelessness,
I ‘m left powerless
With the tears that are
The fragments of my soul;
My fortitude is forever gone.

When love stands still
Life is lost and grief is gained
When a man cries,
It’s all because it hurts
His soul’s core to touch
A love he once had,
His tears will force the
Sunflower face towards
The moonshine
Her voice will be captive of
The ocean’s pressure
And she’ll die like the waves
Of her emotions…

This immortal emptiness
Nurtures its ruins when night
Overcame life’s splendor
And every endeavor
I took to keep us away
From sorrow’s claws…
In this endless soreness
Bore our futile child.
These Hallow feelings
Will be my only foe.

These tears cannot reveal
My angst of numbness
That took me captive
When your life was denied:
My will to be departed with you,
This shame of life pierced through
My hopes like a lance of knights
And stole my lone essence,
Now I’ve got to face
This war of woes on my on.

Kissing Hope Away

I open a chapter of my life
Its blank pages stall my hope,
My heart’s ink is dry
Like a lie its promise is broken,
In this rain pain shall reign
I’ll kiss it
I’ll learn to love it
And I’ll bond with its madness
Till my hope is no more

As I walk on the beach of the dead,
My footprints in its wrath fade like
The blank chapters
Of a life I thought I lived
If I cry I’ll fall
If I don’t try I’ll pall
Beneath the essence of my being.
Broken between these mortal struggles
If I could break these chains
To free my spirit,
To give my soul a last hope,
To breathe the love of man,
I could…

The stars in the night sky
Sparkle tears of bliss
They twinkle like eyes
Of a dying galaxy
Tonight the skies have no
Answers, no wish to grant
And no soul to save
This night will be it
The moment of truth
But it’ll come when
I’m asleep…dreaming cherry
Tears of my wrecked soul.

Tears

Eyes drenched in its sadness

Bare this strain of madness,

Before and after this darkness,

The tears of terror and shadiness

Fall to relinquish these cries of sulkiness,

These tears are my weakness…

The drain of strength

Is a gain to death,

Again I rest this sorrow's truth

In the lantern's path,

Eyes see only a wrath

Of an unholy faith,

A union of fear and an oath,

To moan when life bequeaths

Souls of the broken seethe,

Their unsoiled taste...

Like dew it all wastes

Away from eyes so fast

All grief flows in haste

Through them reality becomes fate

That one must not hate

Tears to quench this wait

Tears to break a quest to feast

Eyes drowned in its fall

Like the rain it calls

A name known to all

In the earth it stalls

All happiness as silence befalls.

I'm Not My Skin Part 1 (Teine Inkanda Yandi)

 "I don't mean to offend anyone with this poem."

I’m not my skin

I’m not your expectations,

I’m the soul that lives within,

I’m that which the blind can see

And all that you can’t see.

I’m the little boy confused

By the world’s segregation,

I’m the laugh of their talk,

I’m not trying to be you,

Look at my stiff black hair?

It stands tall like trees in the forest:

It feels so pure and sets me free.

Look at my thoughts, they are diverse

And full of colors.

I’m not my skin

I’m not who you think I am,

I’m the river that flows and blesses

Every oasis with a touch of water.

I’m the man who sees no color.

Touch my tan skin

And you’ll see that I’m human too.

I’m not trying to gain approval from you,

I just want you to know that I’m not my skin.

My culture is scarred by the human traitors,

I owe no forgiveness to any man alive…

Does the way I walk, smile or wear my afro

Make me any less human?

Should I be ashamed of my own skin?

I’m not my hair,

I’m the soul that lives within,

Poverty, disease, loss of human dignity

Are my arch enemies besides man.

Your broken kisses heal my human body,

Your spite for a person of my kind

Cannot break or shake to take me away into any

Sort of mortal shame for the skin that covers my

Bones and muscles.

My heart beats rhythmically like a Zambian drum,

My broad nose inhales the air my ancestors left,

My eyes see the moon, sun and the stars

That my Bantu forefathers

Worshiped and sacrificed lives for…

And this is who I’ll always be.

I’m not my skin,

I’m the simple person you’ll never know,

I’m the culture will never touch,

I’m the proud onyx soul you’ll never kiss.

I’m that little girl on mother’s back

Who she carried whenever

She went begging on the street,

I’m that lost lone needle in the hay.

But you can only see my russet skin..

In me you can only see a slave,

A second class human!

I’ll continue to walk tall like the beautiful

African queen my mother told me I’m.

I’m not my skin,

Like you, I’m not perfect, I react when I don’t mean to.

To kill me, take away my skin

And throw it beyond my children’s reach.

My black skin rages your emotions…

Your lust for another killing of my kind

Fuels every breath you take.

Here’s a knife tear my skin apart?

You’ll see that the blood I hold is scarlet…

Like a human’s or any other animal’s.

When my heart is broken I cry just like you do,

To you good skin means bright and not black.

The sun can’t hurt me I tamed her,

The night’s creatures can’t see me

Because my skin camouflages my soul.

Your bitter words can’t hurt me, I hate them not you.

Sashay Swiftly

On the shores of wrong and right

 She glides to bring me mirth,

Amid her madness she smiles

And kisses me with her spackle of light...

She is my passion.

Her luscious scent I breathe,

Like a wave she sways my ghoul.

To embrace her soul is to live like king.

Solemnly a wrath sees her to her sleep as

Tears eternally smear onyx oaks

Of untold pleasures.

Her warm clouds cover me

Every day she lives in me,

Glowing in the dark a

Fortress of bliss she brings.

A sparkle of hope reigns and gives

Birth to our passion,

Blame me not for

Her broken wings guide me home.