Twenty Eight (28)

We gazed at the moon as it reflected its kindness unto us,

Caressed nature's curves as it nurtured our love,

Burned out our hearts to fume our souls,

Harmonious sounds harnessed the galaxy in our eyes;

We traced our future on every tip of the stars,

Meticulously staged our horoscope,

Found peace through the empty skies.

We kissed on the twenty eighth day.

Our hearts reformed,

Found comfort in every heartbeat,

Cleared lethal fumes under eyelids,

Dismantled fine glass on trust issues,

Fashioned “hate” on transparent temples,

Enslaved our thoughts with distortion;

Our golden had left your silence,

We held unto nothing but hope,

We held unto nothing but twenty eight.

Sadly I'd be twenty eight,

You twenty four,

My waist will still be twenty eight,

Yours thirty four,

I'd have twenty four hours to live,

Spend the next seven-eight loving you,

I'd bring the garden to Eden,

Review my vows just to see you naked again;

If only you had been persistent enough,

If only you had stayed a little longer,

I'd have married you at twenty eight.

Now I sit here,

Proclaiming nothing but clear skies,

I sit here,

Taking collection of my hindered eternity and the taste of your love;

My moon has been left wounded,

Unpleasant sounds took over my galaxy,

Our future faded on isolated stars,

Zodiac salvaged my nightmares.

I'm twenty eight today,

Clear skies found joy again,

Nature grew curves before me,

Zodiac remembered my days,

Comet retraced lost planets;

My face is clearer now,

Goodness and mercy found me;

But what is the twenty eighth without you?

By: Ts Mashile

Street Dreams.

We are forfeits living in blurry dreams.

Morals and ethics prelude our anxiety,

We conform to society's expectations,

Paved hills alienate our ideology;

Hipsters,

Hood rats,

Recall our poverty.

Flooded pockets bled over our streets,

Capsized evil deeds over good;

Now broken glass,

Gun shots,

Hallucinations,

Populate our eardrums.

Pride,

Perched dreams;

Fall before beaded eyes.

Our lives blend in street credits,

And empty jars.

By: Ts Mashile

Help Me Reintroduce Myself

I was conceived on the sixth day,

Erected from fetus on the ninth month,

My inner voice roars like thunder in comfort days,

While the skin rage in excitement in pensive skies;

I am known by the stars as a son,

But possess a different alias on the ground.

I have been exposed to love at a tender age,

My vulnerability towards women leaves my stomach in cramps and heart burns,

Insecurities are my snares in human thickets,

I live to haggle with the heart's desires,

Its destiny lies on thin ice,

Puerile love distorts my life’s spice.

Clan name Tau,

Lion,

Not stuffed Cecil.

I resemble the pentagon of victory,

Reign over foreign stars,

Retrace my name on lost planets,

Seek clearance in blur obstacles,

Restore vivid in downturned eyes;

That's my blurb,

Ask Comet,

We met a few times.

I spit gravels,

Words alter my ego,

Corniced diamonds relieve my weapon,

I outline hatred as peace,

Dispose the weak into corpse,

They know of me as cold,

While meticulously admire every fold.

I am the faded version of my father,

Strengthen every fiber under thorns;

I am my father's sins,

I am my mother's cries,

I am my family's ties,

Enemies ache over my happiness,

I am the unopened chapter,

I am what you see.

By: Ts Mashile

Free Humanity

Master your thoughts as they master you immune system,

Disinfect their roots as they infect your soul,

Unleash the African beast within,

Let your pigment reflect your existence.

The soil is your shepherd,

To the dust polio shall elope,

The globe is your pillar,

To the heat skin tyrants shall perish,

The cemetery is your other home,

To thin air cholera shall ooze.

All these shall dance to our sun rays,

We shall rule over these in unity,

We shall repossess nature in harmony,

No open wounds shall be left open,

No yellow-oozing pus shall reign.

Impurities alter the open-minded,

Let's help disinfect bacteria,

Water washed diseases weaken the immune system.

It’s hard to arm a group of soldiers when they're told they're the targets.

Now,

Let's unite and surpass polio

Let's unite and be superior,

Let's unite and protect humanity.

Let's unite and protect humanity.

Free humanity.

By: Ts Mashile

Flawed Tears

Men lost their souls in serenades,

Glanced as we,

Who believed in eternity,

Travel the route to infinity.

We discarded thorny trees,

Watched chosen doves grace the heavens.

We pealed sweat up our sleeves,

Slumbered heavily on snares;

We believed more in heaven's padlocks,

Than keys we possessed for our households.

The onus of truth lied behind closed doors,

They remained unshaken,

Reminded us of prayers we recited every night.

When hell visited,

Shared birth with the innocent;

We had to be baptized again.

We succumbed to the word,

Tagged verses on every chest,

Gained access to their faith;

We stayed on the highest mountains,

Gathered galaxies into prayer,

We brought hell before the temple,

Knelt as one for salvation,

We embarked on the journey of Christ,

We were Christ-like.

When hell broke loose,

Voices in my head sounded louder in their echoes than in the wind,

My onset certainty wasn't in the mumbling,

Stuttering,

Gabble,

But the flaw in the literacy to understand;

We parted ways,

Death flooded out,

Vineyards ripened,

Our mother's wept not,

Foes laughed not,

Men sang not,

Serenity smitten,

Reverends fixed on their collars,

We engaged to the clouds.

Now,

Ashes to ashes,

Dust to dust,

Heaven unlocked,

Padlocks cast to Hell;

Our tears were flawed,

For we not all in heaven.

By: Ts Mashile

Friendly Betrayal

I've seen friends set each other to the wolves,

Seen days dry out in the mist of our eyes,

Seen friends live off one's failure,

The agony of departed spirits cleansing evil thoughts,

The envy and hollowness of fatal hearts filled with lethal deeds,

Grudge of two silver stones flooded out in vain.

One's fate lies in the eyes of a warrior,

You were my warrior,

You were there when I needed you most;

Rattled the streets,

Settled the bills,

Fixed joints and knots on shallow streams,

Endowed jubilant memories on green pastures,

We were best friends back then,

My fate lied in your presentiments.

Tomorrow I might not perch on my bed’s edges,

For my enemies have set snares on every landscape,

Tomorrow might not be spectacular, 

For my eyes will be drenched in everyday sunsets.

Tomorrow I might not see the sky glitter,

For my mother’s tears will fill the clouds,

Her heart will fuse with the shaken wrath;

My fashioned home shall measure my stricken peace.

Today I leave,

My mother’s tears shall merge with the morning dew,

The sun shall dry out her sorrows,

Her heart shall abide in good memories;

For I’ll be gone but never forgotten;

The clouds shall be my new home now,

The zest shall be my kingdom,

The oozing sun shall be my freedom,

I shall look down on you,

Speak forgiveness within you,

For my Father speaks of nothing but love and peace.

Farewell my best friend,

Betrayal isn't the end of life.

By: Ts Mashile