Month: December 2014

oceans 11

Quiet waters
A glittering fashion show
A parade of mermaids
Beautiful island girls dancing in unison
Synchronised diving of dolphins
A school of multi coloured
Fluorescent tropical fish
Marine butterflies
Clear blue waters of the Caribbean
A garland from Hawaii
Colourful sarongs
Bright blue shallow waters
Island style music in the background
Soft white beach sand underfoot
A cruise in peaceful waters
A soothing ecosystem
Immersed in a fruit cocktail
Natural pleasures
Sun bathing my soul
Desperately in need a bout of amnesia
Make me forget
What is traffic?

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit

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oasis

My frame of mind fractured
Am struggling with my mission
Enduring a great difficulty
Living without an anchor
I as a man am incomplete
Needing a piece of a puzzle
Living without you jeopardizing our existence
For without you
Queen of queens
My soul restless like the rustling wind
Wandering aimlessly in a desert
Searching for my resting place amongst thorns
I as a man am incomplete without my woman
My black star on the horizon
My rock of understanding
My oasis
Pillar of strength why do you forsake me
Discard me to the wolves
Leaving me for dead on a dirt road behind enemy lines
Scattering my pleas across the plains
Yearning for a fertile patch
A place to grow love
Irrigate our union with tears of joy
Sending my cries from atop a lonely mountain
Listen to the echo carried by the wind
I as a man am an incomplete being
Save me from wine, women and song
Nubian princess are you there

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit

one day

One day soon
In the distant future
In the near future
You’ll wake up
Wake up to the fact of the madness
Appreciate the choreography of your surroundings
Your mirror image dancing on the stage
You on some reality show
Your reflection staring at you
Looking you straight in the eye
You’ll open your eyes for a change
Wake up to the guise of reality
The reality of the illusion
The tightness of the blindfold
The after taste of propaganda
Until then
Enjoy the slumber

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit

paper boy

I mean no malice
Am no structural engineer
Preferring organised chaos
Weaving baskets
Anticipating magic
Chosen by loose fitting words
No millionaire either
Silver and gold pollute the soul
Compromising the writer
Contaminating truth
A merchant of a better tomorrow
More like a paper boy
Delivering unwanted news
Yelling at the top of my voice
Crying wolf it seems
Nobody listening
Everyone waiting for the echo
The voice of the mountains
Like a long forgotten word
Biding my time
Never losing my integrity
My meaning
You see my plight
I can only hope

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit

ambiguity

Startled by ambiguity
Place your fear by your side
As you attempt to decrypt my words
Never mind my handwriting
Pay no attention to language
Wrestle with meaning
These nomadic scribbles chart an unknown path
Where it leads to is up to the ambitions of your heart
Hang your thoughts amongst the tops of the trees
Discard the deceit of your eyes
Chew on what is before you with the depths of your heart
This message is from the past and the future
Time immaterial
Forget what I mean
What you feel essential
Seek your meaning
Dramatise your understanding
Glance into your wells of existence
Juggle the intangible
Harness the meaningless
And the meaningful alike
Lose sight of your immediate ecosystem
Venture towards eternity
My purpose of no consequence
Yours a different matter altogether
Page through the time travel of emotion
Drown in the thoughts of a mere mortal that you are
The closer you come to terms with your eminent demise
The secret of life will appear before you
For your eyes only

Copyright © knox mahlaba 2014
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit