Poetry

When looking at me

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When looking at me I see

Flab everywhere

Cellulite

Stretchmarks

Big front teeth

Gap-tooth to boot

Flat ass

Big gut

Jiggly giggles and floppy dance moves

I love what I see

 

Keep your hate to yourself.

 

Thanks,

Me

Here

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Here I fastened myself to you
Turning grey skies blue
Suns and moons beam
Lost in a romantic misty dream
Here I undo the bond found
In fresh waters – love allowed
Far and away – cast asunder
Peace now reign fonder

Alone with Me

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I crave solitude.

Or maybe, anonymity.

Or perhaps I just need time to

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stew in my thoughts.

Considering only my feelings,

How I see things and where I stand on certain – if not all – assertions, presumptions and guesses of

Life

Love

Peace and

War

Man! I crave solitude.

A place where I can be.

Where life knows balance

Peace

Harmony

Wisdom…

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                           Happiness

While I was away

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Thinking in pictures
I steal moments of
Places
People
Life
Fleeting

Thinking in pictures
I imagine how different
Reality could be
Enhanced
Advancing
In trans
And vivid

Thinking in pictures
I play with
Mind
Frames
Texture
Pace and rhythm
Colourful filters

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(Elements of me – fleeting life)

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“A beautiful Nubian Queen.”
A stranger called me
Light skinned – golden yellow
Ruby red rouge and curved eye lashes
Long black weave on hair and a smile like magic
And she called me
No greetings passed between us
There was no time
Walking out into the parking lot, was I
And she, talking to a friend on her cellular phone
While my eyes searched for a shaded area, where I could enjoy a smoke in my peace
The loud screech of her voice startled me
“Oh-my-gawd, chomi! I just saw a beautiful Nubian Queen. She just walked passed me.”
I stopped in my tracks, befuddled to say the least
In my shame, all I could mutter was “Thank you”
Avoiding all eye contact
Compliments like this are not new to my ears
But hers was like a miracle
It reminded me what I – today –  chose to forget
And as we went our separate ways
She, on the phone with the stranger who now knew of me
And I, under the trees, to puff a bit of calm in me
I remembered her miracle
And in turn I found true beauty in nature…

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DJs and me days

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The wall is music
And I, the vine
Without it I cannot stand
Without me it loses its purpose.
DJs mellow my days.
Producers lead the way
That instrumentalists long ago paved
For vocals in melodious lyric.
Then in an instant
Reversed we are
The wall and the vine
Now creations shrine
Praising and praised
We are Divine.

Picture & poem by Lithakazi

Throw backs

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Here are a few notes (short little poems really) that I published on my Facebook account about two years ago.

Inspired by my search for purpose, issues with love of family, self and the world, these are my fears and hopes together.

I’m not sure why, but while I was looking through them I thought they deserved a bit of rewrite and to be republished….

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FOREVER YOUTHFUL, ALWAYS OLD

I carry within me those long gone

their insight and foresight,

stories long lost.

And meanwhile my ignorant arrogance,

induced by youth and followed by a playful innocence,

runs rampant and wild.

This, a story of a child born wild,

later tamed by the elements

and given wings by the elements.

Its elementary dear Watson.

This is how i am destined to be.

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MY COMPLETE STRANGER

I felt it,

that stabbing pain plaguing you

It exerts itself whenever u relive those days when love was always.

I felt it,

that anxiety overwhelming you,

it can’t let u breath,you’re stuck beneath the memory of those days long lost,

when love was found.

I felt it then,

i feel it now,

someway, somehow you’ve left a trace of your once loving face

etched within myself.

I felt it then,

i feel it now,

that emptiness

It renders me powerless

and memory

won’t let me sleep.

And so tears flow, the years go by,

i still feel your awesome glow,

You still grow a complete stranger.

I felt it,

that fight in you,

that hero glue that’s stuck between us,

it still reveals us,

lets us see what’s happening underneath.

I felt it,

that magic that i saw in you…

so electric.

And so I mimic the wonderment you let me see,

hope it brings a closeness to we

but still u were never here.

U grow a complete stranger…

To me.

Sometimes i wish i’d never known u,

that way my love would be mine and mine alone.

Sometimes i wish I could forget you…

let me be without foolish memories,

but still they live,

as u do.

And will forever remain

a complete stranger to me

my complete stranger.

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THE BATTLE FIELD

Soldiers walk this ground here.

Age is no divide,

generations side by side.

Spirits aligned to an end defined.

Defeat the enemy,

erase the threat.

What to do when the enemy is you?

Will you gut the side bringing destruction to you?

So morns the deaths,

your sister’s last breath.

But be sure soldier,

your mission you must complete.

Remember

What you fight reflects you,

what you praise reflects you

But what is it you call you?

Come now soldier,

arm yourself for the battle field.

 

MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO

“Do as I say not as I do,” that’s me and you, you know it too.

But you forget an important fact, “copy cat copy cat” so learning goes.

From actions seen and stories told.

Chest puffed up big, pride spread on thick.

I’ll fight and die to get my way…

Street smarts, yes, home grown, yes.

Anarchy in perfect order, that’s how we live with order.

Trust, this apple didn’t fall far from the tree.