Vanilla Tonic
By Khabazela Mkhize
With art we create this life.
No complaining
Rise above all tasteful expectation
How is it to grow old?
No disturbance
From the envious breath of death
Only time pon time of smiles
Cries and all
A seed always blows onto itself
Till all is silent and wisely grey
Listening loudly as youth its
careless truth
Suicidaly flaunt
A truth of passion with turbulence
Of life measured only on jollity
Its swig is an icy experience
Sour sweet
Pure sun cracking and blazing
At the enchanting crux of the
rebel sculp.
With art we create this life
Write the ever missing stories
Of growth and lovable pain.
No believing
Have faith that only your will be
done
And undone
How easy it is to grow
Unkindled
By fear of life and her death
Only time pon time spent mulling
On the cries
Smiles and all
A tree always runs rushing
Till all is gold and freshly ray
Hugging loosely as old age its
quick truth
Arrogantly explains
A forgotten truth of addiction
Without regret
Of life lived by its sudden
moments
Its sip is a hot dream
Sweet with sourness
Pure beauty cracking and blazing
At the captured heart of the
matured soul.
With art we create this life
Drink from our own fountains
Free the clogging mind.
Chocolate Rubber (Dear
Mister Magic)
By Khabazela Mkhize
Have you seen the sky?
It is now made from chocolate
smoke
Brown ether rubbing in-out of us
As the earth beneath us quivers
This is some place you have made
Dear Mister Magic
Where we fall deep in love
Run between the daisies
Kiss
Till our precious chests hurt
And hiss
This is some place
Where we are caught
Flicking sugar beans
Into our desperate throats
Sour mouthfuls of simple heaven
Some place
We bite our skins to love the pain
Stand on high while the tears fall
To moisten the quivers into tickles
This space is a place of gifts and
dreams
Of poor kings and slaves with
grim sickles
We pray for Mister Magic to love
our sins
This is some place your graceful
hand has given
Where we sit looking beyond
Hopeful
That for us love will be again love
Mister Magic)
By Khabazela Mkhize
Have you seen the sky?
It is now made from chocolate
smoke
Brown ether rubbing in-out of us
As the earth beneath us quivers
This is some place you have made
Dear Mister Magic
Where we fall deep in love
Run between the daisies
Kiss
Till our precious chests hurt
And hiss
This is some place
Where we are caught
Flicking sugar beans
Into our desperate throats
Sour mouthfuls of simple heaven
Some place
We bite our skins to love the pain
Stand on high while the tears fall
To moisten the quivers into tickles
This space is a place of gifts and
dreams
Of poor kings and slaves with
grim sickles
We pray for Mister Magic to love
our sins
This is some place your graceful
hand has given
Where we sit looking beyond
Hopeful
That for us love will be again love
Have You Heard From
Buddy? (We Choose)
By Khabazela Mkhize
Had I fallen?
From fullness to want of pain
As from the bottom wacthing the
top
Waiting
For chance to test till each space
and moment is plane
I choose to live every second in
word magic
Wanting
To free a soul that lingers
Withered
By desire to have and hold
To tell her to live like broken
bottles
Send pieces of ourselves flying
Cutting
At the unkeen hand and heart
Tell her
To go like fluid
Abandon the rules and forget
awkward
I choose to live for the right
reasons
In a thousand years live an
instance
In the whispering beat of a
dreaming ticker build a fleeting
sentence
To intice the playing eye and
playful soul
With words that breathe uncertain
Throb at her essence
Send her being to Love Zero*
Not all poetry can amuse
An adamant addict
In mundane mutinous astound
Always at a drunk
From beauty and a short fuse
Had she fallen?
From effortless to paining want
As from the top wacthing the
bottom
Indulging
In all the things that keep the heart
At an echoing flourish
She chooses to live every second in
the potent magic of beauty
Calling
To all wanting souls
Those Fooled
By the idea that her they can have
and hold
She tells me to live like smoke
Send streams of ourselves floating
Brushing
'Gainst the invented infinity of
space and time
Tells me
To go like the sun rays
Touch her every surface and forget
about the burn
She chooses to live for my reasons
In a thousand words creates an
enlightened kiss
In the beat of my dreaming heart
she builds a world
Invites pure souls to lift
The cooling spirits to this place
with booming laughter
Bangs at my essence
Sends my empty being to Love Zero
All poetry can fill
A child of beauty and astound
In mundane mutinous silence
Always at a drunk
From high grace and the good
words
Had we fallen?
Chosen to live a life of wanting
pain?
When each moment we walk a
refined memory over and over
And over
Lost
In resolution
11 January at
12:25
*Love Zero~ Absolute Love
Buddy? (We Choose)
By Khabazela Mkhize
Had I fallen?
From fullness to want of pain
As from the bottom wacthing the
top
Waiting
For chance to test till each space
and moment is plane
I choose to live every second in
word magic
Wanting
To free a soul that lingers
Withered
By desire to have and hold
To tell her to live like broken
bottles
Send pieces of ourselves flying
Cutting
At the unkeen hand and heart
Tell her
To go like fluid
Abandon the rules and forget
awkward
I choose to live for the right
reasons
In a thousand years live an
instance
In the whispering beat of a
dreaming ticker build a fleeting
sentence
To intice the playing eye and
playful soul
With words that breathe uncertain
Throb at her essence
Send her being to Love Zero*
Not all poetry can amuse
An adamant addict
In mundane mutinous astound
Always at a drunk
From beauty and a short fuse
Had she fallen?
From effortless to paining want
As from the top wacthing the
bottom
Indulging
In all the things that keep the heart
At an echoing flourish
She chooses to live every second in
the potent magic of beauty
Calling
To all wanting souls
Those Fooled
By the idea that her they can have
and hold
She tells me to live like smoke
Send streams of ourselves floating
Brushing
'Gainst the invented infinity of
space and time
Tells me
To go like the sun rays
Touch her every surface and forget
about the burn
She chooses to live for my reasons
In a thousand words creates an
enlightened kiss
In the beat of my dreaming heart
she builds a world
Invites pure souls to lift
The cooling spirits to this place
with booming laughter
Bangs at my essence
Sends my empty being to Love Zero
All poetry can fill
A child of beauty and astound
In mundane mutinous silence
Always at a drunk
From high grace and the good
words
Had we fallen?
Chosen to live a life of wanting
pain?
When each moment we walk a
refined memory over and over
And over
Lost
In resolution
11 January at
12:25
*Love Zero~ Absolute Love
Avocado 2 (to the ones
that do not matter)
By Khabazela Mkhize
I sat with myself
Under a sleeping sky
And he spoke of a time
When love was forgotten...
"When we forgot about love
We learned it was just
A four letter'd word, that
It was everything we expected
Nothing new under our lonely sun
Learned we should not fight
For what we already have
Cause every second that ticks
Brings us closer to lovely life
When we will gasp wide lip
Have fun
Color every moment in our
Most prized shade
When we forgot about love
We forgot about death, forgot
About the ones that did not matter
We realised we could bite off
More than our paining hearts
Could swallow
That to be strong we
Need not be shallow
To be useful we need
To know ourselves,
forget about basic love
When we forgot
We learned to understand
Noticed the peach petal blossom
Into an acidic pink
Learned to listen inside silently
For the child missing swing
We chased balls of laugther
Down powder hills, we forgot
And rememberd that locked up
Inside is the real truth
About love
We got to fly on
Mistlike wings
Till the chiiled air blew
The stink of love off our heavy skins
We learned beauty can not
Be put into dead words
We forgot about empty love
And we got to live
Live like our mind depended
On the vary moment"
I sat with me and
We rememberd to forget.
27 December 2011 at
22:10 ·
that do not matter)
By Khabazela Mkhize
I sat with myself
Under a sleeping sky
And he spoke of a time
When love was forgotten...
"When we forgot about love
We learned it was just
A four letter'd word, that
It was everything we expected
Nothing new under our lonely sun
Learned we should not fight
For what we already have
Cause every second that ticks
Brings us closer to lovely life
When we will gasp wide lip
Have fun
Color every moment in our
Most prized shade
When we forgot about love
We forgot about death, forgot
About the ones that did not matter
We realised we could bite off
More than our paining hearts
Could swallow
That to be strong we
Need not be shallow
To be useful we need
To know ourselves,
forget about basic love
When we forgot
We learned to understand
Noticed the peach petal blossom
Into an acidic pink
Learned to listen inside silently
For the child missing swing
We chased balls of laugther
Down powder hills, we forgot
And rememberd that locked up
Inside is the real truth
About love
We got to fly on
Mistlike wings
Till the chiiled air blew
The stink of love off our heavy skins
We learned beauty can not
Be put into dead words
We forgot about empty love
And we got to live
Live like our mind depended
On the vary moment"
I sat with me and
We rememberd to forget.
27 December 2011 at
22:10 ·
Avocado (Part1)
By Khabazela Mkhize
There is something in the air.
Remembrance of a time of utter
flare.
When every moment moved out of
a groove.
When there were no points to
prove.
What's an adult life but a pain in
the head.
Come with me and let me show
how true lovers are made.
In the amazement and hope of the
eyes of a kid.
This grown-up itch and longing my
every word only aims to rid.
Take you back to when the laughs
got you teary high.
When you were in love with the
mud of your curious eye.
How come we have grown so
serious?
That we have forgotten the
warmth of childhood rebellion.
With our bare backs to the fucken
odds.
A calm time when love was happy.
Soft like warm winter morning.
When everything was possible.
11 July 2011 at
12:50 ·
By Khabazela Mkhize
There is something in the air.
Remembrance of a time of utter
flare.
When every moment moved out of
a groove.
When there were no points to
prove.
What's an adult life but a pain in
the head.
Come with me and let me show
how true lovers are made.
In the amazement and hope of the
eyes of a kid.
This grown-up itch and longing my
every word only aims to rid.
Take you back to when the laughs
got you teary high.
When you were in love with the
mud of your curious eye.
How come we have grown so
serious?
That we have forgotten the
warmth of childhood rebellion.
With our bare backs to the fucken
odds.
A calm time when love was happy.
Soft like warm winter morning.
When everything was possible.
11 July 2011 at
12:50 ·
Japanese Death Prayer
(Zulu Love Letter)
By Khabazela Mkhize
Turn off the glow and lets build a
sadistic world. From black we vex
out every color. That our bresque
lips have managed to told. With the
benumbed valour. As the brown
birds hang on dry dead reed.
Stands centre of our sloping galaxy
to the left sky. Tonight i brand the
hollow of a golden bead. With the
name that curses the soul with
blissfilled high. I would pierce my
solitary heart with a widowed
sword to praise your name. Watch
with a smile as brushing blood
bring the air to a stain. Only
through death our every fear can
we truely mane. It's about how
close you can get your whimsical
feelings to reality. I have had two
luxuries to brood over in my lone
walks, your Loveliness and the
hour of my death. O that i could
have possession of them both in
the same minute. You cant own
these words. You loathe them. For
you they are just words. *Yumeji ni
wa. Ashi mo yasumezu.
Kayoedomo. Utsutsu ni hitome.
Mishigoto wa arazu. What is more
gentle than death in winter? A
wind in summer? Ah! dearest love,
sweet home of all my fears.
**Utukusi tö. Wa ga omopu imo
pa. Paya mo sinanu ka. Ikeri tö mo.
Wa ni yörubësi tö. Pito nö iwanaku
ni. Your red-breast whistles from a
garden-croft, and gathering
swallows twitter in the skies. Open
your gory soul and let me suck the
most beautiful purple from your
death hungry eyes. As burnt reed
scatters for numb earth. I scar my
puny breath to forget you. ***Tabi
ni yande. Yuna wa kareno o.
Kukemeguru. Falling sick of love i
dream for only you. With the ink
cotton i tread every colorfilled star.
Now my pleased sword will glean
my teeming heart. If i should die, i
have left no immortal word behind
me- nothing to make my friends
proud of my memory- but i have
lov'd the principle of beauty in all
things. And if i had had time i
would have made myself
remembered. In your every smile
and tear my koishii. Love is my
religion- i could die for that.
****Namu...
7 June 2011 at 23:45 ·
Here are the japanese translations
yoll:)
*Though i go to you ceaselessly
along dream paths the sum of
those tyrsts is less than a single
glimpse granted in the waking
world.
**How lovely i thought my darling,
on that she would swiftly die. For
living would she cleave to me?
There is no word of it.
***Falling sick on a journey, my
dream goes around above
withered fields.
****Amen
(Zulu Love Letter)
By Khabazela Mkhize
Turn off the glow and lets build a
sadistic world. From black we vex
out every color. That our bresque
lips have managed to told. With the
benumbed valour. As the brown
birds hang on dry dead reed.
Stands centre of our sloping galaxy
to the left sky. Tonight i brand the
hollow of a golden bead. With the
name that curses the soul with
blissfilled high. I would pierce my
solitary heart with a widowed
sword to praise your name. Watch
with a smile as brushing blood
bring the air to a stain. Only
through death our every fear can
we truely mane. It's about how
close you can get your whimsical
feelings to reality. I have had two
luxuries to brood over in my lone
walks, your Loveliness and the
hour of my death. O that i could
have possession of them both in
the same minute. You cant own
these words. You loathe them. For
you they are just words. *Yumeji ni
wa. Ashi mo yasumezu.
Kayoedomo. Utsutsu ni hitome.
Mishigoto wa arazu. What is more
gentle than death in winter? A
wind in summer? Ah! dearest love,
sweet home of all my fears.
**Utukusi tö. Wa ga omopu imo
pa. Paya mo sinanu ka. Ikeri tö mo.
Wa ni yörubësi tö. Pito nö iwanaku
ni. Your red-breast whistles from a
garden-croft, and gathering
swallows twitter in the skies. Open
your gory soul and let me suck the
most beautiful purple from your
death hungry eyes. As burnt reed
scatters for numb earth. I scar my
puny breath to forget you. ***Tabi
ni yande. Yuna wa kareno o.
Kukemeguru. Falling sick of love i
dream for only you. With the ink
cotton i tread every colorfilled star.
Now my pleased sword will glean
my teeming heart. If i should die, i
have left no immortal word behind
me- nothing to make my friends
proud of my memory- but i have
lov'd the principle of beauty in all
things. And if i had had time i
would have made myself
remembered. In your every smile
and tear my koishii. Love is my
religion- i could die for that.
****Namu...
7 June 2011 at 23:45 ·
Here are the japanese translations
yoll:)
*Though i go to you ceaselessly
along dream paths the sum of
those tyrsts is less than a single
glimpse granted in the waking
world.
**How lovely i thought my darling,
on that she would swiftly die. For
living would she cleave to me?
There is no word of it.
***Falling sick on a journey, my
dream goes around above
withered fields.
****Amen
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)