Broken Promises (Apology to Nathi)

Escalating thoughts through mind vision,
Blood Colliding with brain cells like circumcision;
A heart that lied without vision,
Has now come to seize without dreaming.

A couple of bad deeds that scattered fragile hearts throughout seasons,
Has now elevated broken pieces like clouds reproducing,
A glimpse of stars behind eyelids, she called haven,
Has now given light to shallow hearts that are fully driven.

I held a heart once cherished,
Created warmth and comfort for the outcomes of better days,
Only to neglect promises ought to be kept in my mother’s days;
I promised to rid unwanted thorns around the circumference of her heart,
But lust and polygamy uprooted my innocence on her corroded cheeks.

I forbid the day I brought tears to her eyes,
For every tear I took as a blessing in rainy days;
I’d watch nature take its course in the routes hidden down her cheeks,
Witness raindrops and the sight of sparrows flourish the seeds on her lips.

I heard heaven once trembled when I asked the birds for her hand in marriage,
Hell had a slight shift,
Troops gasped in flames;
We moved to the rhythm of the wind,
Sung to the sounds of the trees,
We danced our sorrows away and vowed to keep the magic in the jar,
Illusions were only evil to those who possessed fusion.

Deception by inextricably emotional bandage shackled to late exhilaration and hopeless confusion,
With the excursion of deluded fantasies of love living in my eyes forever,
I regret turning her infinite galaxies into mind calories.
I am sorry for using your name in vain,
I am sorry for finding solace in the broken pieces behind your chest,
I am sorry for cheating.

 By: Ts Mashile

Survival The Poet Broken Promises

Apology to Nathi (Broken Promises)

Apology to Nathi (Broken Promises)

Escalating thoughts through mind vision,

Blood Colliding with brain cells like circumcision;

A heart that lied without vision,

Has now come to seize without dreaming.

A couple of bad deeds that scattered fragile hearts throughout seasons,

Has now elevated broken pieces like clouds reproducing,

A glimpse of stars behind eyelids, she called haven,

Has now given light to shallow hearts that are fully driven.

I held a heart once cherished,

Created warmth and comfort for the outcomes of better days,

Only to neglect promises ought to be kept in my mother’s days;

I promised to rid unwanted thorns around the circumference of her heart,

But lust and polygamy uprooted my innocence on her corroded cheeks.

I forbid the day I brought tears to her eyes,

For every tear I took as a blessing in rainy days;

I’d watch nature take its course in the routes hidden down her cheeks,

Witness raindrops and the sight of sparrows flourish the seeds on her lips.

I heard heaven once trembled when I asked the birds for her hand in marriage,

Hell had a slight shift,

Troops gasped in flames;

We moved to the rhythm of the wind,

Sung to the sounds of the trees,

We danced our sorrows away and vowed to keep the magic in the jar,

Illusions were only evil to those who possessed fusion.

Deception by inextricably emotional bandage shackled to late exhilaration and hopeless confusion,

With the excursion of deluded fantasies of love living in my eyes forever,

I regret turning her infinite galaxies into mind calories.

I am sorry for using your name in vain,

I am sorry for finding solace in the broken pieces behind your chest,

I am sorry for cheating.

By: Ts Mashile

Attempted Sin

Attempted Sin

It’s a felony,

From the deception of apples,

To the lips that lingers with sin,

Human race became exhumed rejected particles of the earth’s surface,

To be fit in a mental periodic table with elements beholding immortal atoms.

From encrypted thoughts made to impregnate wisdom to purist,

To open books whose wisdom lies behind gloating eyelids,

Let the outcast of spoken words infatuate blinded eyes with the melancholy of resented deeds humans discard on these designated true visions.

God’s grandeur,

A despicable time consumed creation, with the sparkling of exhilarating peaceful joy at midnight,

Bright circular symbol of globe at daylight,

With the riving of colours at sunset,

If nature dominated more than it was ought to be,

Goodwill would abseil from heaven to relish comfort man and ground creatures create in harmony.

If only,

If only the four legged could walk with their hind legs,

Two legged crawl with their foreheads;

Let eternity be equalized to meet both comfort,

Fore sin started with the fountain of forbidden fruits,

Vague reason our mindsets are condemned to know beyond sin and God’s troops.

We speak in undefined tongues,

Breathe in identical nostrils,

Though the stars are the only signs of our existence,

We still one;

Created by one,

We all emerged through the soil we walk on,

And from dust we shall elope.

By: Ts Mashile

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