HE IS
A poem by Shibombi Baloyi
He kissed me...
A feeling undefined he didn't wait for me to be refined
Defined the unconditional love I was yet to find in him...
He could have deceived me...
His lips touching mine went beyond locking,
Pulled me closer
Allowing his skillful mouth to roam the soft sensuality of my lips
Exploring contours of my mouth with tantalizing gentleness, As he enclosed me in a passion filled cacoon
No words could describe, no mortal could ever compare to the hypnotizing sensation at his embrace....
He trapped me...
Held me captive in an ecstasy barred prison, escape not even crossing my mind,
He laid me down...
His hands trespassing cautiously through every inch of my being,
I could not locate my reasoning canal,
It was intense
My defenses were up,
He then relaxed my senses and ushered me into an incidental,perfect,future tense...
He touched me...
Enhancing a desire beyond my articulation
Connect with him spiritually
Take him over physically
I began yearning in desperation,
For this out of body experience,
Tantric foreplay for my preparation,
Subdued in earth quaking tingles and vibrations...
I came... I came back multiple times for his mental penetration.
CONVERSATION BETWEEN ME AND GOD
A poem by Damian Mogale
God? Is that You?...... Yes Damian, its You.
It's me?...... Yes Damian, its Me.
But what do you mean its Me?
... I mean, exactly that.
I'm God?... Yes Damian, I am You.
How?.... I've always been You.
You've always been me?.... Yes Damian, You've always been me.
Every single choice you made in life was decided by me.
You helped me choose between right & wrong, sometimes I chose wrong, but you ended up learning from that mistake and chose right the next time.
So, I'm talking to myself?... No Damian, I'm having a conversation with myself.
I've always been the controller of your life, what I did in life was all up to you! Nobody else.
But what about God?... What about me Damian?
You're God?.... Yes Damian, You're God.
Oh wow!... Haha! I know hey?
What about everything I've done in life?
Well, I'll take credit for that.. Even all the bad things you've done, that was me... All the right choices i made, that was you, all the people you've loved, that was me, all the people I've disliked & hated, that was you... We were in this together, even though there is no "we" or "us" but just You... Or, rather... I...
Those exams you passed? That was me... You studied well... And when you thanked God for passing, You silently replied... "Its my pleasure" :)
Those exams you failed, I didn't study well enough, it was your fault, not my lack of faith in.. Well, You...
I did that shit, You did that shit.
...Except for the time you almost died in a burning taxi with your mother when you were a child... I thank the driver for saving your lives... If it had not been for him, my mother & I wouldn't be here... I think he deserves your gratitude.
Ok, I hear you, but what about the Devil?
The Devil? What Devil? I only know of two wolves...
Two wolves? What two wolves?
I know a story of two wolves that goes likes this:
YOU ROBBED ME
A POEM BY SENCIFAYAH NAKAHIMA
You give out raw mentality of mermaids giving birth to the unborn minds,
Monkeys gave birth to human beings, who can’t even think for themselves,
You give out raw mentality of men giving birth to machines,
God giving birth to his enemies and the devil draining our thoughts like we were never born from the power of mother well,
You give out raw mentality like I am educated, you prison me on history but you don’t want to listen to my story,
You promised me change but your heart is still raw as a rock, when are you changing that?
You give out raw mentality to music and the response of unconscious people comes out boring like I was never wise to know what I was writing,
You give out raw mentality like I know god ,but I know me ….me….me, you told me that god lives within me but you always tell me to look up to the sky when I pray, then what happened to me being god ?
You lied to me through nature ,you told me to smoke trees and my soul will come to ease and everything will seas and settle to its normal position but I didn’t get the position I was fighting for at work ….you lied to me,
You told me god can’t be seen but I saw myself ,you told me not to listen to what I’ve been told I will get confused but what’s with your black book?
You gave me a raw mind of mind of selling the word of god …..lord it was so simple but you robbed me of my mentality I can’t even face my enemies ….I look back I fight back but you not helping me ….ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh mr unconscious ,Mr. lazy mind ,Mr. lies you robbed me with nothing that I could touch to satisfy my soul ……………
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STAY...JUST IN CASE
A POEM BY Luc The Don
Its 02:00am in the coldest season and I'm going back home like a thief on a mission.
See, I'm tipsy, so wasted
Going back home to my wife like a tree with no leaves, only if money grew on them
I'm wasted, with a blurred vision
Luckily, she who possess the key to my little red room sensed my arrival and granted me entrance
She was in her winter gown, with a face as furious as the Summer's sun
Her persistent questions and statements rapidly stirred my emotions
Anger over-powered love
I instantly forgot to recall our devotion
Fists stung a woman, I for a minute thought I was Ali
Tyson I recall, he too did the very same thing
My mind got back like it took a vacation
As I laid my sympathetic eye on her, brother she was packing and weeping in the pool of blood I brought her
She said her momma's crib is her destination
I swallowed a man's pride, went down on my knees and persuasively begged her to stay
Your fists and your torment gave me no reason to, she said
Intoxication was slowly but surely departing me
My speech was slowly but verily getting fixed as I commenced uttering the words brought by my inner being
Stay, I said
Just in case Messiah may come back like a thief in the night to take all our tribulations away with him
Stay,
Just in case we learn to lean to the Most High, HIM who granted us love while it was in despair
Stay,
Just in case forgiveness comes back crawling in your heart and leaving no room for regrets
Stay I said,
Just in case I acknowledge my imperfections and start walking in the right direction
Just in case this case may be taken to a Prosecutor and you will be the one with the final say whether I be prosecuted or freely left and forgiven not just by thee internal you but by the physical you, on whom I left bruises that will forever portray my bad side whenever you gaze to a mirror.
Stay,
Just in case change finds me waiting for it and you'll be forever praised for your benevolence that goes along with your forgiving heart, beating love in vain!
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