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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 …






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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.





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* – ‘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.







for my dear cat who is no more …





when sad and weary,


our friends who are so hairy,


pick us up, lifting our spirits high,


wiping away tears,


as our dreams soar through the sky,


these are our friends,


more loyal than homo-sapiens for sure,


that’s why she is so special,


because when my furry friend feels I am under the weather,


she’s got the touch,


and she’s got the cure …












The Tears of Mother Earth …




Mother Earth weeps, her cries silenced, by the clinking of champagne flutes, as yet again, men myopic with greed carve out plans to plunder her more.


how much more shall you take, she moans, while men with noxious lust whoop with joy, their greed tainted with blinkers, knowingly stripping her further, in a blinded frenzy of self-serving savagery.


Mother Earth is ill, diseased by the ceaseless pillaging, by us, her children, siphoning more and more, till heaven knows when, she shall be hollow to the core.


are we so blinded, are we so callous, are we so lost in our glazed orgy, to hack away her dignity, her bounteous nurturing spirit, her selfless giving of herself, to let her children, us all, to eat, to be healthy, to live, to breathe in the freshest air and to bathe in the most pristine rivulets, flowing through her very veins and arteries, those very arteries and veins which we slice and dice each day.


our Mother calls to us, beseeching us, asking only how much more can she be expected to give, how much more are we going to take.


her wheezing spasms are felt by us all, her pleading for help resounds, as we chip away at her lungs, poison her waters, belch bile into her air, continually desecrating our shared commons.


our Mother is as mortal as you and i, for she too bleeds, for she too chokes, for she too lies weakened, ill after being brutalised by her very own.


as we avert our unseeing eyes, our deafened ears to her simple needs, we turn our backs to her, refusing to acknowledge her consistent gifts to us all, epoch upon epoch, millennia upon millennia.


as we avert our complicit gaze, we stand indicted, we stand forewarned, that her bounty is finite, for if we plunder evermore, she too shall be forced onto her knees, exhausted by her persistent and consistent motherliness, for she too can give only so much, for she too is aging and in need of tending, for she too is mortal.


and when that time comes, as it does to all that is mortal, that she fades and slips away, it shall be us, her very children, consciously and with savage intent, who rained down suffering on her, our Mother, till she said in a hushed whisper:


I am famished.


I have nothing left to give.



farewell, my children.







The Moth







The Moth …





am i the moth, seduced by your flame, destined to burn out in a blaze,



am i the bee, drawn to your nectar, bound to lose you in the misty winter haze.



am i the ache, consumed by you, you who embody all that is true.



am i all of that and more, drawn inexorably to your core,


ignorant that a love such as this existed,


ever before …








the stream of life











the stream of life …




the meandering stream of our lives, hopping over smooth pebbles, jarred by jagged rocks, swirling down maelstroms, surfacing in placid waters, washing up all our carried detritus on tiny islands of hope, coursing through the rapids of fate, just as life races on, a perpetual journey wrestling the still waters where hope itself, seemingly lies in state.


our lives, the daily grind, the cacophony of the banal, remains afloat, seeking solace in between crevasses, welcoming the temporary respite from the incessantly onward flow, stripping our skin bare, raw wounds inflicted by the flotsam and jetsam of these travels, the travails of the many masks we wear, seeking respite in the promise of an endless sea, always just around the corner, where for once, we may moult our broken skin, and where for once, we may just be.


the rising and ebbing of the tides, leave us gasping for breath, a seemingly endless cycle of the distant beacon of joy, only to be blinded by the silt, as the stream rolls on obliviously, leaving us gasping for breath, a twig snapped in two, while destiny offers us the mirage of a peaceful shore, only to be struck by the truth, the tired realisation that the stream rolls on, evermore.


we are torn apart by the ceaseless wear and tear, the infinite tears lost in the deluge, our fleeting laughs, our vanishing smiles, being pounded against the silence of the shallows, with hope a seductive vision, prodding us to go on,

to not sink in the greying depths of despair,

while we continually fall for the falseness of the charade,

grasping for just another breath of life affirming air.









A Tribute to Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu.





( Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu (10 July 1956 – 6 April 1979) was a South African operative of the African National Congress (ANC) military wing, Umkhonto we Sizwe (MK). He was convicted of murder by the brutal Apartheid regime. He was executed by hanging in 1979 )






You were the tip of the spear, the pointed tip of Umkhonto-we-Sizwe,


“The Spear of the Nation”.


You held true to your principles,


your values in your struggle against Apartheid racial discrimination and savagery.


The state feared you, and so many like you.


They feared the blazing tip of the spear that would fracture their arrogant, hollow ideology.


You, Comrade Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu, were 23 years of age,


yet decades ahead, a beacon to the indomitable spirit of the revolutionary that you were.


The grotesque Apartheid regime executed you, at 23 years of age.


They could not silence your final words –

“My blood will nourish the tree that will bear the fruits of freedom.

Tell my people that I love them.

They must continue the fight”.


Your paid the ultimate price.


You made the ultimate sacrifice,


so that we who breathe the air of freedom may today and always salute you,


a true martyr to the cause of humanity and dignity and free from the shackles of racism and racial supremacy.


You were a beacon of resistance.


You remain a shining light that shall forever guide us even in the deepest night.


They executed you,


yet they could not,


they cannot,


they will never quell the fire of revolution.


The fire that you held in your heart,


the fire that shall always shine true.


Hamba Kahle*, Comrade!


Amandla! ngAwethu*


Matla ke a Rona!*


The Struggles Continues!



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* – “Hamba Kahle” is an isiZulu and isiXhosa saying that means “farewell”, and was rallying cry in the struggle against Apartheid, when it was put to song and sung at funerals of the martyrs who laid down their lives for the cause of freedom, justice, equality, democracy, and dignity for all.




* – “Amandla Ngawethu” means power to the people, and was also a rallying cry in the struggle against Apartheid.




* – “Matla ke a Rona”  was a revolutionary slogan that means “Victory is Certain”




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Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu (10 July 1956 – 6 April 1979) was a South African operative of the African National Congress (ANC) military wing, Umkhonto we Sizwe (MK). He was convicted of murder by the brutal Apartheid regime. He was executed by hanging in 1979




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http://www.sahistory.org.za/people/solomon-kalushi-mahlangu

 

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https://youtu.be/UpKb9lVsmCE

                 

M A N D E L A










Mandela …



the great plains of Africa echo your name, you live in our souls, a radiant flame.



the notions of racial superiority quake in your shadow, in the teeming cities, in the rural meadow.



you had an ideal for which you were prepared to die, you banished the clouds of oppression, revealing freedom’s unfettered sky.



your courage as you spent twenty-seven years in Apartheid dungeons, was unshakeable, even as you bore the brutality of tyrannical truncheons.



your comrades and you turned Robben Island into a university of freedom, of hope, even as you were shackled by iron and rope.



your indomitable spirit reached far and wide, across the great lands and over the vast seas, infusing freedom-loving people with the strength to fight, against that festering sore, the scourge of Apartheid, with all their collective might.



and when that day came when you walked under the South African sun, tall, proud and free, we ululated, we danced, we cried tears of joy, for at long last the dawn of liberation we could finally see.



and still your battles were far from over, as you steered our teetering country away from the abyss, the violence of Apartheid so brutal in its death throes, your message of forgiveness, of reconciliation spread as far as the wind blows.



those were harsh times indeed, our beloved South Africa on the precipice of civil war, the stench of blood on the breeze, yet you remained firm, urging us to throw our weapons into the waters of our seas.



then dawned the 27th of April in1994, when all of our peoples queued to vote, democratically and peacefully, to realise the ideals and principles you and your comrades and countless, nameless others, fought, sacrificed, and died for.



and on the 10th day of May a couple of weeks later, you became our President, our Commander-in-Chief, as the yoke of hegemony was cast off, after all the pain, the suffering, the savagery, and the grief.



your principles never wavered, you did not to the powerful bow, you remained steadfast in your dream of a better society for all, you taught us to rise up again, to stand upright, after many a fall.



your humanity, your conscience became a part of the wind, your message, your dedication to the human cause, inspired numberless more, breaking the latches of racism on many a shut door.



you were our Madiba, our father, our beacon of truth, your message imbibed by so many, the aged and the youth.



then came that sorrowful day when you passed away, and to the welcoming arms of our ancestors you made your way.



we cried, we sobbed, our world convulsed, having lost you as you no longer walked amongst us in flesh and in bone, yet your example, your life entire, became a lesson set in stone.



today we fight newer battles, the enemy not so apparent, not so clear, corrupt in words and in deed, we see the scurrying for power and for greed.



we see our beloved rainbow nation fracturing, your dreams of economic and social justice diluted by avarice, and not by need.



but still we cherish and strive and fight on, todays battlefields less easily defined, the enemy often within us, and harder to find.



still your revolutionary spirit, your unwavering belief in equality for all, your principled struggle never expedient, but for what was, for all, true and right,


it is still that undying spirit of yours that compels us to never rest, to never give up the just fight.




Viva Nelson Mandela Viva!


Amandla! Ngawethu!


All Power to the People!


The Struggles Continue …






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