Griots Idiots Zealots Bullets Anarchy Slogans Chants Religion Tradition Face to face All collide Summer Autumn Winter Spring All seasons Questions Answers All for solutions Pollution Pollution All bad for the enviroment Rain Rain All chemical rain Toxic stench We detox the chemical breath from the bellows of the winds lungs Cut down on industry pollution Don't buy the enviromentalists tongue Green like the fatigues of nature is my song I love trees they are the only people some short some tall Swinging their arms in praise and worship Not competing they swing side to side they are equals

expressionism

hush like the language of a mute
deep and focused like the blank stares of a blind man
life is like an ambulance in a traffic jam
its like a nerd reading too much into my situation with intellect
pockets are thread bare from blistered palms

love love love

the song that plays in the bed room
 the symphony
rhythm seducing our ears rocking our world
cementing bonds of passion
my doctor friend cant cure this
you are my number one of the counter prescription
lm addicted
l love the sex the cooking and the conversation
making those classics unrecorderd bedroom compositions
the uhs the ahs
chant to the rhythms of my heart...

another verse

ak47s are said to fire civilian proof bullets
the result diplomatic screams and tears,
 not life threatening l hear
no need to run for cover

hmm

 son of chaos and order
sun of passion
a spawn in time clone of one
straight from the bush toilet
radio silence
urban gandagas mudzimu ndiringe song
spat from public testicles
struggle to swim in private ovaries
wireless soundsystems
 victims no facebook belly dancer
internet stripper
visual jack the ripper
soliloquay junkies
pimpled genitals
common love
sun flowers blushing white rosies
charcoal breath brown stained teeth
observations

books and nechakuti chakuti

some inherited Ak47s
we complete diplomas via street correspondence
we resist those placing our eyes in the sentence of a page so that the truest bantu selves are in a coma

tell a vision

the television looks at me but not i n i
it is a five star general at the battlefront
it is at war and imagine how many men helped carry the machine through your front door
the 'dictator'
new model of the urban parent
i can tell it to shut upp my pressing mute
the no strings attached companion
who has a 1 way conversation
tv is lonnely iot has a madmens soliloquay
sells visual viagra to keep me on the couch
tv is the wardrobe of many accesories the only one 'i' believe because 'l'z can see leisures cancera neverland of ungrowing characters forever young
it puits the mind behind bars
but eye lifts imaginations from other prisons
children are boxed in no more zulu zulu buya rain dances they follow seasons
suddenly faith and whatever truth is is the mono[ppoly of a directors script tv has a disclaimer-'do not try this at home'
l love the animal channel
the jungle brought to my living room
the mighty roar of the lion behind closed doors
theyve slaughtered those in they
 jungle to monoplolise them in the conservancy of their shows...

abathwa-hottentot god

i serve a hottentot god
he is the dersert that talks back
all i ask for is the gift to find water
speak a language more coded than the sands of a ruined city now the dust of the kalahari
who tells a spiritual tale in mpore ways thatn carbondating
whose astrology is more about jupiter and venus
who states why all planets the otherv planets had traditional weddings
 and saturn wears the rings
who tells me that all planets are his jewels
pearls on invisible strings
and earthn is the fertile wife
and we were given time as our midwife
so gladly i will return to my rootys remove my boots on occassion
dance for the pregnant cloud to birth life

mama africa

fuck these tablets
mama africa is not getting better
doctors say she will get better but their pockets are still getting fatter