nature

after life

IMG_20160320_142801Before the earth swallows me
And the maggots come to my party
I want to dance at the top of the mountain
My body trapped by the drum
Caught in a state of trance
Singing in a tongue native to my lips
Only audible to the spirits
When the heavens hear me
Let it rain
Soft droplets of water massaging the surface
Wiping the sweat of my forehead
As I stomp my foot into the ground
Thump the area below my feet
Awaken my ancestors
Hoist my spear aloft in recognition
Of the luxury of being alive
Singing praises to the most high
Let my voice be heard in the deepest of caverns
If it were up to me
My voice would be etched onto the cave wall
A message to future generations
Life never changes
Despite the complication of technology
Modernisation is a mirage
All a soul wants is a quiet resting place
Somewhere it calls home
A nook in the mountain side
When my time comes
Don’t shed any tears
Let the heavens come down hard
Wrap me in a moist cow skin
And let me rest as I lived
Allow me to sit upright in a cave reserved for royalty
Amongst the bravest of warriors
Because I was a soldier in my own battle
Amongst my people
A king in my language
Cos my vocabulary is my habitat
We’ll meet in the after life

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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olympics

I want to go far away
A distance from the smog
Get out of these shoes
Retire from the formality of the pin stripe
This tie reminds me of a noose
I want to go somewhere
Where I’ll greet each sunrise like an Olympic event
Tie my boot laces
Climb hostile terrain
Live on a ranch
Off the grid
Deep in the woods somewhere
Spot wildlife unexpectedly
Chase after impala
Only to see its beauty at a closer vantage point
Smell the taste of the range
Embrace the width of the plain
Go back into time
Light a lantern
Sit on a porch listening to crickets
And the rest of the night time choir
Look into the eyes of the pitch dark forest
Circumvent fear
And the associated trepidation of introspection
Find my soul somewhere in the solitude of the forest
Hone my archery capability
Give nature what it has given me
Balance the scales ever so lightly
Earn a livelihood hunting poachers
Kill trophy hunters for a sport
Enjoy the olympics

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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cyclic

Twirling in circles
Hopping and hoping
Rolling down hills
Searching for my bale of comfort
Love is a wheel of hay
The very wheel that moves everything we do
The motive that rotates the Earth
Like the Ferris wheel
It entertains the heart
Indulges the soul
Love a gamble
Too similar to Russian roulette
Spinning daily
Bumbling my way like a white ball on a busy casino table
Somebody has to lose
For the next punter to win
A winner takes all scenario is all too familiar
Betting with more than the shirt on your back
Placing your heart on the stake
The stakes forever high
If you win
The heavens have shown you favour
The moons watching your back
The stars the applause
Celebrate each celestial moment with a dash of humility
Love is a game
Where everyone is fair game
Sometimes the hunter can be hunted
Cupid can repossess his wares
Dispossess all you have
All you treasure
Just like that at the stroke of finger tips
By taking his arrow back
And stabbing you where it hurts most
Love is a gamble worth taking
The losses are exorbitant
Yet worth every cent
The biggest losers are those who never took a chance
Never enjoyed the exhilarating excitement of the playground
Love a merry go round
Sometimes it spills you
Tosses you onto the curb
I’ve been hurt so many times
Too many scars to count
My well of tears is dry
My heart a graffiti wall
Tattooed with the names of smooth criminals
Culprits like me
Love is a melody drumming in my mind
My heart a victim of its adventurous spirit
Life cyclic

knox mahlaba
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Author of Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
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wanted

I want to lose my way
Lose myself amongst canyons and dunes
Watch sand storms dance in the vastness of a desert…
As I wrestle in the sand with my shadow
Negotiate a binding contract with my entourage
Sit atop a lonesome boulder in a prenatal posture
Awaiting my rebirth
Pay homage to my invisible entourage
My forbearers paved the way
Amongst the sand dunes of the Kalahari
Kgalakgadi in my native tongue
Trace the scent their footsteps in the sand
Listen to heaven and nature sing
Wolf whistle like the blistering wind
Hear the echo of danger from afar
Pay attention to the rustle of murmuring cattle in the distance
Feel for my heartbeat with an open palm
Find the narrow path leading into the thick of the forest
Follow the lonely foot path towards righteousness
Hunt down my alter ego
Get lost in my own consciousness
Amid all the contagious congestion secure peace and quiet
Identify with my people
Draw an identikit of my soul
Lose myself in the spirit world
Offer a reward for the capture of the rebel
The rogue within
Wanted dead or alive

Knox Mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

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baby

I meant what I said
From the deepest corners of my heart
When I said I love you
When I said I do
Our vows are sacred
Yet I am about to
About to do the unthinkable
In my mind for now
Your words
Your remarks
Are sending me
Pushing me towards
Where I don’t wanna go
Please baby
Mind your words
Your words are like a bull in a china shop
In my mind for now
Don’t know about later

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

stars & stones

We so blessed
Our skin is the blueprint of our beauty
Resembling black gold
Smooth like crude oil
A back drop for gold
Oh my
We so blessed
Essence of beauty
A universal complexion
Dark skin
So beautiful
Our skin a solar panel
Absorbing the sun with ease
No wonder we warm hearted
We so blessed
Coffee coloured
Covered in melanin
Nature’s indulgence
Jet black
The colour of the gods
Onyx, Tourmaline, Obsidian
Gemstones
Lauren, Alek, Viola
Stars
Nature’s desire
A variety of black
Damn!
We so blessed

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015

the spoor

my search continues
seeking mammals amongst reptiles
scavenging the hills for pretty words
looking for the comfort of fragile settings
beautiful landscapes
though thorns reside
side by side
with colourful flowers
leaving no stone unturned
scowering the terrain
searching for for people amongst the mainstream
kind hearted individuals
following the spoor
footprints left by my nomadic ancestors
like the Amazon i carry baggage
sediment from where i come from
a chequered past
a history rich with experiences
scar tissue from life’s lessons
heritage from chromosomes
forensic evidence of where my people come from
somewhere in Africa
deep in a forest
under a mound of rocks
lies my title deed

knox mahlaba
Author – Back From The Dead: The Rising of an African Spirit
Copyright © 2015