APOCALYPSE.....

APOCALYPSE.....

The meek waiver,

the weak wither,

The ruthless thrive, the ruthless conquer.

As we enter,

edging closer to the final hour,

I and I standing on the Eiffel tower,

looking down on the Pyramid of Egypt,

with the chosen 144 brothers from distant clan deemed fit,

pushing beyond boarders, pushing beyond limits.

Clenched fists thrust in the air,

marching towards Armageddon without despair,

DEATH TO LIFE, DEATH TO FEAR!!!

DEATH TO THE SYSTEM OF THINGS!!!

ALL BLACK EVERYTHING!!!

NO SKIN ! NO SEX !! NO SIN !!!

NO HOLY BOOKS! NO PREACHERS!!

NO SAINTS ! NO SINNERS !!

NO SLAVES ! NO MASTERS!!

NO MERCHANTS ! NO PEASANTS!!

NO GOVERNMENTS ! NO SUBJECTS !!

The soil wet with our blood and sweat,

as we march to our death

with no iota of regret.

  

 

 

CASTOR AND POLLUX

CASTOR AND POLLUX

Unlike poles,
two estranged souls
residing in one body,
bound together for all eternity
in an unholy matrimony.
War of the worlds,
conflicting words,
distorted thoughts,
fervently they fought,
harmonizing only on the 14th of June
torn apart so soon.
Chapters of too many sins,
two contrasting beings
merged in isolation.
His compulsive obsession, 
his convulsive addiction.
Lust of lots
Lost in lust.
Resisting all he could,
an epitome of good
in a very bad way,
totally gone astray.
The zeal to do evil,  
the demon and the angel.
His body is a confluence
negative meets positive influence,
bi-polar mind going crazy
battling for sovereignty.

PREVIOUSLY

PREVIOUSLY

Unconventional memories

like leaves falling off trees.

Distorted thoughts

maybe, I forgot

somehow I am lost.

Chronic amnesia?  but for sure

I have been through this shore

in a not too distant past,

I once walked this path.

Lightening flashes,

again the pictures crashes,

weakened frame

of mind, I still cant remember my name.

Familiar scenes and faces even you.

This must be deja vu....

On a podium like a revolutionist, 

a respected philanthropist and humanist,

noble man, free of evil deeds

surely did no weed.

Spread love to all

including alcohol.

The hall of fame

engraved my name.

A renowned 17th century visionary

soul rebel not in the military.

Betrayed to my untimely death

robbed of my life in a stealth

but I wasn't done with my mission yet,

I wouldn't succumb to death,

my wondering spirit wouldn't rest in no tomb

so I strolled into Maria's womb

in 1990 14th of June

another miracle not Jesus

I did not return to save us,

but to fulfill my purpose solely. 

rejuvenated in this new body .

They took my life but not my legacy

all these I remember previously,,,,,

REDS AND BLUES

REDS AND BLUES

Overly depressed,

body, mind soul stressed,

the undermining effects of being anonymous,

inconsequentially he is unknown to us.

Overwhelming, the price of fame,

the crowd chanting her name.

A companion to relieve mind

off stress, but blind 

to its inverse effects

caution, warning, neglect.

Plunged into an ocean of addiction,

Pills and Potions.

Caged by freedom,

none with wisdom

could not possibly foresee

the untimely demise of Brenda Fassie,

a little overdose on cocaine

and go Kurt Cobain

as Marylin Monroe

woke up in her grave tomorrow

heart broken as tears drop from us

for there is no rehab for a corpse......