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i d e n t i t y  ?




rootless,

scattered beings,


unlike trees,

tentacled roots,

firmly entrenched,

in this earth,


we walk alongside trees,


embroiled in turmoil,

we hate, waging wars,

we discriminate:


tradition,

race,

culture,

patriarchy,

religion,

ideology,


rootless, we flounder,


racing through lives,

rootless, unencumbered,


seeking a home,

eternal exiles, uprooted,


complacent,

skidding, smiling,

killing, proselytising,


inured by dogma,

anaesthetised with learned prejudice,


basking in the illusion, that we, us, i am surefooted,


yet remaining exiles,

all, together,

bound together by gravity, unable to soar into boundless skies,


tearing each other apart,

unafraid, surefooted,


my country right or wrong,

my religion the only one,

my culture the best,

my tradition superior to all the rest,


my book the word of god,


smugly uprooted,


unlike trees,

deeply rooted,

fanning out like banyans, free,


not us,

paying dues, settling scores, doling out fees,


rootless,

floundering,

meandering through bylanes of isolation,


smug, arrogant,

assuredly surefooted,


in the only truth of my culture, my tradition, my race, my people, my religion,


my god,


have we forgotten the trees,


chopped down,

without sorrow,

desecrated,


once firmly rooted,

now flotsam, jetsam,


like i, you, him, her, us and them,


uprooted, snuffed out,


dragging along dead wood,


pompously preaching the rootedness,


of culture,

of tradition,

of race and of religion,


while we remain,


exiles all, blasé and smugly surefooted,


sowing division,

waving flags,

sermonising,


my country right or wrong,


ignoring the lesson of the trees,


of what it really means to be firmly rooted,


posturing instead, ideological fantasies, religious fancies:


i am right,


and thusly so,


you are all very wrong … 




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deciphering silence …





you and i


shielded by silence

barred from ourselves

insured against feelings


exiled hearts

building ramparts


a berlin wall

that may fall


so my friend

lay your head

upon my chest


and let my fingers

run through your hair


lulling you gently

to rest


life is far too short anyway

to squander even a day


so rest

my friend


rest


and lay your head

upon my chest …










the road








the road …






how far does this road go, this path of life, these alleyways, these avenues woven as days, weeks, months and years crumble,


leaving us, at times upright, at times staggering as we waywardly stumble.




where does this road lead to, scrambling over boulders of pained time, helplessly flailing across the unknown distance still to be tread,


looking ahead, with no map, no sense of hope nor dread, yet oblivious to the many needles of passageways yet to be thread.




when does this journey of splintered hearts and fractured souls end, with us healing many times over, scrambling around at times in the dark, knowing not what lies beyond the next bend.




whom do we choose to venture along these boulevards, hand in hand, who are the fortunate ones who have another to hold, to gaze at sunsets, as together they lovingly stand.




why do i feel stranded, as if washed up on a desolate beach, walking amongst the throng, yet with that deeper connection always just out of reach.




why do i lose myself in the cacophonous crowd, my words dissipating in the wind, my verses becoming my only shroud.




why do i walk away when joy and peace and love is within my grasp, when our fingers are entwined, when onto hope we firmly clasp.




these questions billow through the misty haze of moments that slip away, in-between honeydew kisses,  smouldering in the cauldron of desire, fleeting smiles turned to ashes by the indiscriminate fire.




these questions jabbing at the core, immersed in rivulets of tears, seeking answers about this entire parade, is it all real, or is it merely a meaningless charade.




the questions come thick and fast, assaulting the senses as one tries to make sense, of love lost, of wounds still raw, of pain, of sorrow, and of seemingly unending strife.




the answer appears, blanketing the sun, cloaking the moon, an answer so simple, yet with profundity rife.




the answer:



this is life …





















i love her …




1.




she found me, as torrents raged around me,


she found me, when my wings were shattered,


she found me, when i was desolately crawling,


she found me, in the depths of despair,


she found me, trapped in the quagmire,


she found me.




2.




she reached down, her hand extended,


she pulled me out of, the lair of emptiness,


she helped me stand, after my legs had been battered,


she fed me, nourishing my soul,


she led me, into pastures green and alive,


she held me, in the cocoon of her embrace.




3.




i was not worthy, of her delicate touch,


i was not worthy, lying in a discarded alleyway,


i was not worthy, of her healing embrace,


i was not worthy, of her tender love,


i was not worthy then, i am not worthy now,


i had nothing, and still have nothing to give,


still, she loved me, and loves me still …








i wish i met you earlier








“I wish I had met you earlier”, I told her one day.




“Why?”, she asked.




“I don’t know”, I said, “though I feel we should have met when we were younger, with none of the ties that now bind us forever apart, and when the future was but a fresh page”.




“A fresh page?”, she asked.




“A fresh page, a blank slate, for who knows what could have been”, I replied, “Yes, and perhaps our destiny would have been a shared one”, I ventured further, “a blank slate, yes, where we might have been woven together, by the hand of fate”.




“I wish I had met you earlier”, I still say …
















For Comrade Laloo ‘Isu’ Chiba. 

(1930 – 2017)




A giant has passed.



This cannot be a tribute, for no words will ever do justice to you, comrade and husband, father and brother, the truest son of the soil.



You spent 18 years on that rock of infamy, together with your comrades, your sacrifice cannot be put into words.



Your complete dedication to the cause of freedom and of human emancipation is an eternal example of your commitment to the battle, to the struggle, to the fight you fought with all of your being, with your unyielding principles and values, against the abhorrent and criminal system of Apartheid.



You made a conscious decision when you were a young man to take up arms against the brutality of racial segregation and injustice.



You nurtured the principles of internationalism and justice for all people, an example for us who remain, to never bend and to never bow, to never be cowed by power and injustice.



Your life and the example of your life is testament to the heights that human beings can attain, by standing tall in the face of callous savagery by a foe that wielded its power to dehumanise a people.



You and your fellow comrades-in-arms ignited the flames of resistance, your bravery, your courage, your indomitable will a living example of how the edifice of tyranny can be razed to the ground.



Your sacrifice, as a husband, as a father, as a brother, as a grandfather cannot be overstated.



It is often said that people give their all, and your life exemplifies this more than words could ever convey, for you were truly selfless in the very essence of the word.




Your selflessness, your comradely spirit that flowed through your veins, your love for humanity, your vast intellect, your entire life cannot be celebrated in a few words.



Your life, your example, transcends all words.



Now that you have passed on, the truest celebration of your life can only be achieved by picking up the standard, by seizing your baton to continue to work for all that you have taught us, and to honour and imbibe the raging fire that your remarkable life taught us, and shall always continue to teach us.



This cannot be a tribute, for no words will ever do justice to you, Comrade Isu, but the flame that burned so bright within you, the flame of justice for all, for a united people devoid of tribal, religious, sectarian and class divisions must be and shall be a shining reminder of what we as a people, united in a common cause, can achieve.



You may have passed, but the powerful example of your life lives on, and must live on, if we are to truly honour you and the sacrifices that you and your fellow comrades made, by giving your all in the service of humanity.



A giant has passed, yes, but the giant shall remain hewn in our collective consciousness.



Your flame shall never diminish, Comrade Laloo ‘Isu’ Chiba.



You may have passed, yet you shall continue to live within us all.



May your soul rest in peace.



Hamba Kahle, Qhawe lamaqhawe!



Long live the spirit of Comrade Isu Chiba!



The Struggle Continues!


Amandla!



http://www.sahistory.org.za/people/laloo-isu-chiba

for women everywhere






for women everywhere …




they said she was opinionated.



they castigated her for not following the norm.



they dismissed her for being “loud-mouthed”.



they spoke disparagingly of her for flouting cultural, religious, sectarian narrow-minded claptrap.



they damned her for unclipping her wings, as she soared free into the open skies.



she is you.



and may you always be you …















walking …





we walked, silently.

the only sound being the lapping of the waves.

we walked in silence.

at long last.

after a lifetime of words.

we embraced the stillness of having to say nothing at all …






standing up again









on thorny paths we scramble, we crawl, ever struggling to rise, to stand tall,


while all the while the machinations of destiny, of fate,


cut our feet, leaving us trembling as we so often trip, slashing our hopes,


yet we forge ahead with hope,

embedded deep,


so that we may stand up again,


however often we fall …








smile“, she said with a wink.

I smiled.



I still am …





love blah-de-blah








love blah-de-blah …





the essence of your soul,


distilled,


in a drop of pure rainwater,


an equilibrium,


the celestial gyrations of intersoular desires,


the 

essential elements drawn mystically together,


the quantum realms of loves past and emotions lost,


memories like cigarette burns,


tease

at first,


then 

trickle

and

smoulder,


and crash

like splintering cutglasss,


in every universe

ever inhabited,


in each drop

of every tear,


falling to the living earth,


absorbing the spirits of past bygones,


karmic destiny,


predestined theatre,


who’s left to tell ?


but yourself.


gently subtly soothingly

cleansing your mind, 


at rest

at long last.


having found the truth

within you,


a truth that seemed so distant once,


so elusive,


yet that always 

resided within you,


always,


embedded so

deep,


always remaining 

so perenially

pure,


and eternally so,


so very true …
















hopeful thoughts …





deafening

howls of hate

may

yet

be
quelled



by
knowing


believing


fairly


justly


collectively


that



you
me
him
she
her
they
us
yes us all




may still
share

a

kinder

gentler fate
but only if




i
you
her
they
him
us

yes us all



begin

anew
and then



when peace is what we all shall wage

we may then
and only then



begin to scribble afresh
new


dreams


aspirations


hopes



collectively


on
a
new

fresh page …






do you dream of me ?









do you dream of me ?






do you dream of me

as i do of you,



on sunkissed sands,


under skies of free blue,


where pain is forever banished inside a seashell,


and tomorrow no longer threatens the fires of hell.




do you dream of me,


as i do of you,


where this daily charade means something,



less showy,



and …



more true …













too idealistic ?




in this world so harsh and stark,


may we be the spark that dispels the dark.



may we hold onto each other in a warm embrace,


regardless of colour, creed, gender, or race.



may we accept that we sip from a single pond,

may we acknowledge that the spirit of uBuntu* envelopes us – in a unifying bond.



may we cherish this bounteous earth, our only home, with respect and kindness,


may we open our eyes,


and resist greed-filled corporate, personal, and governmental blindness.



may we love all, 

irrespective of who they choose to love, gay or straight,


may we accept that ignorance breeds hate, so may we banish those forces, baying at the gate.



may we teach our young that the objectification of women is not right,


may we strive to make every night, an abuse-free night.



may we face all forms of prejudice with a united stand,


may we find renewed strength by clasping a strangers hand.



may we realise that there is no place, on this planet,

 for poverty, hunger, and human despair,


may we appreciate that this world has enough for all, to from the communal orchards share.



may we start by introspection, by tearing off the blinkers of denial,


may we pursue to change that which is callous within us, even though that may be our hardest, personal trial.



may we tear down the walls that are built to divide,


may we emerge into the open fresh air,


with no longer the need to hide.





               ____________




* – ‘uBuntu’ is an isiXhosa/isiZulu concept that espouses “the belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity” – I am because we are.






in your eyes






in your eyes … … …



1.



As another day recedes,

enveloped under the shawl of night,
allow me to drown,

in your eyes.



Moments fleeting,

fickle hands of time unseeing,
allow me to seek solace,

in your eyes.



The trodden path littered with each shard,


regrets this heart wishes to discard,


so allow me to seek refuge,

in your eyes.



i have walked through twisting boulevards of life,


seeking simple joy, away from desolation, strife,


so allow me to find peace,

in your eyes.



2.



In your eyes,


i find,

the gentleness left behind,


away from superficial smiles,


away from fatigue of the walked mile.



In your eyes,


i feel,

at home at long last,


your love caressing away the restlessness of the past,


stepping out of the shadows to embrace pure contentment,


though a bit player,
in your life’s theatrical cast.



In your eyes,


i touch,

the flame of promise radiating through your loving light,


that is why,

i no longer dread,


the vacuum of encroaching night … … …






your soul









rain sweeps away tears, dispelling hidden fears, across this bleak night, with hope just out of sight,


and yet my heart glows, enveloping me warm and tight,


bathed in the exuberant radiance of your soul’s gentle light.





We are Starstuff







we are starstuff …






(inspired by Dr. Carl Sagan)




stringed, strung, cobbled together, strands of DNA sewn from the cosmic rubble,



innumerable galaxies, theoretically plausible, infinite universes side by side,



floating in the quantum cauldron, within a bubble.




flotsam and jetsam in spaces between spaces,



where time, and days, kisses and tears, fears and years,



embroider the quilt of a multitude of races.


the vastness blurring much, grinding us down at times, into cosmic dust,



yet through stoic will, through love held deep, we rebuild again from crumbling rust.



starstuff, is all we are,



hewn through eons, within us, and into the stellar void so far.


starstuff is all,


we ever were,



starstuff is from where we came to be,



just starstuff:


you, and me.



         

inspired by Dr. Carl Sagan








L O V E








her moist eyes met mine,

weaving like twisting twine,


we laughed off the years of our tangled past,


as we smiled at those still to be passed …







tangerine dreams





tangerine kisses, beneath marshmallow skies,


ignite the kindling, the tinder,


crackling, inflamed, ablaze,


hushing cacophonous day,


scattering night’s haze …





repost :  she





she comes to me, in moments desolate, the warmth of her balm a soothing pleasure under the swaying palm,


she comes to me in moments painful, her presence infusing my emptiness with sense,


she comes to me in minutes, hours, days,
and though she may be a million miles away,


it is her who quells my nights,


it is her who brings solace to my waking day.





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