Monday 17 March 2014

TIME TRAVELL


Faster than the aero plane, legendary Concorde,
Too fast to handle, too hot to withstand the heat,
Beating the record set by the fire breathing dragon,
In myths and Legends thousands of years ago,
Stallions screeching through medieval streets pulling a golden wagon,
Trans versing through history with my poetic pen,

Every man through every period in time faces the same issues,
Damsel in distress and yes the hero’s miss you,
Have you ever wished you?
Could teleport back and forth across time?
Meet the real Abraham Lincoln or Benjamin Franklin,
Not the one in the movies, the real deal dangling,
Keys of wisdom in your very face,
Leap hundreds of years across the African plains, meet Shaka the Zulu,
Maasai Laibons and King Lobengula in Southern Rhodesia, my friend would you?
Witness the genius of Sun Tzu and the Genghis Khan in the plains of Asia
Take a leap into the history pages,
Witness firsthand the fury and rages ‘of ancient warriors and philosophers,
Sit at the in the class of Socrates and Plato, chew Greek philosophy with Aristotle
Understand first hand Archimedes and his principles,
Calculate Math and interest not forgetting the principal,

Bank on Pythagoras theory, witness victory of ancient slaves,
Triumph over shackles and deadly caves,
Enter minds of great men and women, scientists and politicians,
Engineers, sportsmen and physicians,
The great Houdini, illusionists and Magicians,
March the streets of America with Dr. Martin Luther King Junior,
Clench your fists and fight for Independence with Tom Mboya with the trade unions,

Draft the blue print of Apartheid rebellions,
Iconic Nelson Mandela,
Do big business Like David Rockefeller,
Manipulate electricity with Niccola Tesler,
Come back to the 21st century and like Hollywood, legendary story teller,
Scribble down your name down history lane and fathom the future like a fortune teller,
Time traveling pen, inked by every second and minute
Just think about it…………








Thursday 13 March 2014

TURBATIO


Drunkards of fortune and fame,
Obsessed with ourselves, and flamboyant names,
Social media generation, hi-tech we claim,
The truth we maim, nothings new under the sun it’s all the same,
Publish my face on magazine covers, create a statue for me,
Make movies and sing about me,
Turn me from an average Lad to a Legend and eventually into a myth
Record every second of my life, every ounce of air I breathe
Later on come and Lynch me when I tell you the truth,
We are used to untruths and lies that sooth,
Our hearts and minds have a twisted perception,
Distorted reception, abnormal connections,
Who are you?
Do you know who you are?
Why can’t you be real, and deal with what’s actual and factual,
Why alter-egos, why AKA’s?
Are you comfortable in your own skin?
Are you keen on being seen as a movie star? Or your favorite actor
In the Latest TV series you’re watching?
Or your favorite MC, musician perhaps, nowadays they use auto tunes
Few are genuine with guitars, drumsticks and the ancient harps,
Traps are all over, it’s all an illusion, and the masses delusional,
There’s always more to that which is visual,
Individual of a crazy generation, mediation of thoughts,

The sort of which are from Drunkards of Fortune and Fame…….

Tuesday 4 March 2014

STRANGE TRUTH






















Strange Truth
If I blaspheme they call me a master of crafts,
If I speak the truth in my arts, it hurts the hearts of the
Supposedly free, the supposedly wise,
If I cherish my youth, and despise manners uncouth,
Talk about issues when I rhyme in the booth,
Then I’m called a party pooper,
Noise maker & heretic,
The world despises the truth and its authenticity,
That’s why there’s publicity of what is generic,
Commentators, public figures and even the clerics,
What goes around comes around, the world is spherical,
The truth is strange to most, acceptable by a few,
Fresh like the morning dew,
Different points of view, but the truth remains singular,
Seek yee’ and you shall find,
Realize it is Lies that bind,
Open thy eyes, to a journey of a thousand footsteps,
Like the proverbial journey to the alchemist,
Artists, scientists and strategists,
Pilgrimage of chosen not the called,
Stalled in pop culture,
Many are called Few Are Chosen.

Strange Truth

Saturday 1 March 2014

WINGS



I want to fly, past the sky into space witness the cosmic supernovas and hypernovas
I want to feel the constellations, from Leo to Aquarius
Various stars, different shapes and colours,
Great galaxies that make this universe of ours,
I thank the Lord for the knowledge and how empowered,
People of earth are
Learning takes great pain; it leaves us with these scars,
No pain no gain
As I work on every feather, putting together my wings.

I want to fly past the seen horizon to unexplored territory,
I want to quench each and every thirst of my minds depository,
Exploring new frontiers like researchers and scientists,
Classifying knowledge in various categories,
Mysteries of flying will be a distant memory,
That’s why I’m working and gluing each and every feather,
As I glue together my wings.

I want to fly past the conventional,
What society and those around see as intentional,
Sensational achievements will not come by themselves
I want to fly into the history books on bookshelves
To leave a mark, better world than I found
Feeling the flapping and the sound
As I stick each and every weather, putting together

My wings