November The 3rd

November The 3^rd

On this day,

A star was born,

Brought the glimmer of light to earth,

Angels went airborne,

Hell found achingly red;

On this day,

A child was born,

Addition to the family,

A blessing in disguise,

Juvenile poet in white sheets,

Healer in spirit;

Our blessed lawyer;

On this day,

Rain fell from heaven,

The scent of black roses lingered from ancestral graves,

Snow from Santa,

Tears from the mother’s eyes;

On this day,

A king was born,

Clan name Tau (Lion)

Hero to his people,

Saviour to heaven and earth,

Ruler of all nations;

On this day,

A priest was born,

Bold words shall be scattered on ears that fail to listen,

Bible rephrased to those who fail to believe,

Heaven shall be portrayed to those who lost hope,

Verses shall be broken down to resemble the sacrifice of Christ,

The world shall hear of his earthly miracles, but shall not witness his fate;

On this day,

A poet was born,

Words shall be turned bold,

Meaning shall be brought to every phrase,

Confusion cleared to every pun,

Attention drawn to every punch line;

He shall embrace the stage like it’s his,

Bring grace to the people like he’s Jesus,

Reshape their lives like he’s the creator,

Help them cross every bridge in life like he’s their Moses,

Relive their thoughts like its possible,

Then bring them into tears like mourners;

On this day,

Tlhookomelo Survival Mashile remains born,

Roses shall be fed to his feet,

Wreaths shall be pushed aside to be excused from death,

He shall receive success in the presence of his enemies,

And let the smile be his weapon of excellence.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TLHOOKOMELO SURVIVAL MASHILE (Rra Tau)

By: Ts Mashile

Drowning in this glass of wine

Drowning in this glass of wine

A voice within said,”Do not drink too much of this wine”, I failed to listen.

I see my future dancing between the circumferences of this misty, transparent glass of wine,

I wish to feel every drop going down my throat leaving the fruity scent coloured on my deceiving tongue,

I wish to sense the combustion of the mixture of chemicals and berries deceiving my mind and cells,

I wish to cut all ties between insecurities and emotions playing hide go seek with the brain,

I wish to filter coldness and deceit to help strengthen this heart with greed,

I wish to forget the past with no strength of intoxicated elements and drugs.

Should this glass break, my future shall be scattered on every fine glass on this past crowded floor.

I picture my past on every broken piece;

The mixture of fermented grapes and chemicals seem to bring out the best in me,

The root of my happiness is determined by every popped up cord on each empty bottle,

The source of my heartache is furnished by every sip swimming down my throat.

I always hear my favourite song playing on the radio each time I break down,

Somehow I wish it could stay on repeat for my last bottle and I to dance.

I steered down my phonebook to entertain this loneliness inside,

Got my Ex on speed dial but couldn’t dial her up, cause fiddling back into the past has never gained anyone courage.

Unfamiliar voices keep whispering commitment in my ear,

Not sure why the victim for it’s this icy glass I plan to marry,

Merry be those who found peace in my downfall,

Therefore let Mary weigh the crown in victory,

Neither Mare nor Marie could change this beast I have turned into,

Watch me walk down that isle in spirit,

Hand wrapped up around her waist just in time to help catch Manna from heaven.

Life is like a game up chess,

Either you put it in check or it mates you,

So as insignificant as I am now,

Worry less about surrendering my life to the game,

For its every indecisive move that led my life to the drain,

Instead of using the brain,

For my problems has always been the money pouring like rain.

I wish not to see myself cuddled in my bed tonight,

For I which not to know what the lonely ghost in my nightmares has planned for me.

My failure is the apple of every naked eye,

 And you there judging,

You don’t know how many people lost their lives to save mine.

I am a poet by calling, but lost my purpose through visions,

I wrote you love songs and poems to aspire,

You were inspired,

You changed,

You related,

Lived to bold words I uttered with pride but couldn’t find salvation in the change I brought in people,

I find it unethical for my thoughts to be sentenced for actions that circulate through my mind,

Therefore I ask that these mind-manacles be unchained.

By:Ts Mashile

Lady in a Suit

God has promised never to leave us nor forsake us,

So I relived the Bible in three different dimensional and saw him pull out a part of me to perfect another version of me, which was a woman.

A rib of me was out-caged,

Brought into another flesh, and God never stopped breathing life to women in suits.

Like a bicycle,

 I raced up to her approximate breathing speed,

Cycled back to lower the beating of my heart rate, because her looks alone couldn’t get beyond any naked eye without feeling the piercing of a sharp spear in the heart.

Driven by success,

Had a collision with a heart wrapped in work files,

I showered it with flowers and diamonds but my proposal was nothing compared to homosexuals and informal marriages.

Lady in a suit, gravy in its soup

Her spectacles through the elected sun rays reflect the brightness in her intelligence,

Her walk in heels make successful men in red ties tie back their pride to bow down to a goddess,

Apart from fantasies and unrealistic visions, I’d take her dignified aura to flight,

Set every corroded self-doubt in her to motion so her smile can be scattered on every successful wall for her next emotional downfall.

You see,

I walked the streets,

Smoked the weed,

Then came across her;

Imaginations started swirling back to reality,

Emotions grew thick eyes,

Heart pictured ancestors in pitch black,

They happen to be absurdly glorified by the lady in black.

Lady in a suit, gravy in its soup,

Ignorance is bliss with knowledge,

While without time her beauty is faded.

By:Ts Mashile

Life in a Train (Metro Rail)

Life in a Train (Metro Rail)

It is an early morning, the clock is ticking,

 Bosses are impatiently waiting, thoughts are tired reciprocating,

Families are home starving, baby is on her last nappy,

Bills are piled smiling, electricity is on blinking,

 The future is untold; will they make it on time to save their worries?

Welcome to the hustlers corner,

Where job seekers are on classifieds trying to save tomorrow,

Fathers and bread winners privately dropping aces in hope to bring food to the tables,

Vendors screaming apples and bananas with a dream to turn avocados into notes and poverty fighters,

Teenagers are on teaming, the bell is ringing to those with will,

Politicians plead the power is in their hands,

While the insane count less papers playing normal,

The illiterate reading papers playing literate,

The poor ripping notes with a will to fit in,

The government is doing no good to God’s carbon fibres but more harm to this train.

Conversations start with a smile, comes to halt with a frown,

Unions are being formed,

Strangers are called friends,

Communities are kept strong,

Crime is less intimidating,

One’s insecurities are hardly at stake,

Love is bought with peace,

Journeys are prolonged,

The driver is unknown,

Complaints are unheard,

The slogan is “ride or walk home”,

What you think is none of their concern,

Bribe away those tears and worries, then hold peace,

This is a give and take world,

The sun does not always rise in the west,

You become more at ease when you call this source home.

By: Ts Mashile