ANCESTOR

YOU called me, Ancestor
In the Spiritual field, barefoot
I went there to rise and appease  
Not for my own liking, please 
How I love you, Ancestor
Like that distant Venus star
In my bones of dance and trance
I chose your side of light;
Full of life and healing stance
Not the morbid, dark, evil side;
That is madness and destruction
You came into my dreams;
To enlighten and give instruction 
I went into the field red, barefoot;
With ornamental beads and soot
My battle was to become ONE
Choosing you, was my choice
To listen intuitively to the voice
Ancestor,  my past, present, future
The one that comes from the Creator
How I love you, my Ancestor
I chose you, I chose God 
With the Calling,
You chose ME
 

MEN

I grew up with men that taught, brave

Men, who never feared the six-feet grave

Six-feet under the shade of the sun

They toiled with violent nature of grief

Hustling the dusty life with honest brief

As short as the briefs and breasts of lust

Taken in nights of steamy sexual desires

Looking for someone real, at least, at last

 

I grew up with men that taught, brave

Men, who never feared the six-feet grave

Men, who knew the wise ways of Street 

Knowing, that giving a man his own poison

Makes a man stands with his own zeen

Making him a man amongst man, not less

But the truth, no lies, a man, not hopeless

In the world where all, is scripted in zine

I grew up with men that taught, brave

Men, who never feared the six-feet grave

Six-feet under the shade of the sun

And I ask you in sincerity my  son -

Can a man stand in a country with women:

Women, ,who destroy it's own countrymen?

In a house with shouts, screams , cries -

That makes a neighbour wonder, who pulled

Who pulled this destructive G.B.V  fuse

When it is said , it is done, it's called ABUSE

I grew up with men that taught, brave

Men, who never feared the six-feet grave

Men who knew, weakness, leads to strength

Men who knew, strongmen, can be frail

Men who walked  shameless in a deadly path

Men who never talked about another 's trail -

When their backs and ears were turned,

Skipping in darkness to steal one's bosom

Men who knew, laughter can turn to sorrow

As sharp as the spear that took Sparrow

I grew up with men that taught, brave

Men who never drowned in the pool  of own

A sickness that takes, more than it gives

I grew up with men that taught, brave

Men, who never feared the six-feet grave

Men who embraced life with all its rave

THE AFFAIR

My spirit is not at ease

In this world, of constant fees

To your arms, I fade

Inside a place where there's shade

From this screaming scratchy sun

Scorching our fun, tolled misery away

Like a Scion, my member lives inside

Penetrating, celebrating all you silent joy

This day, this second, this minute - hour

As quick as a weapon with power

Like a vibrator, I am your hard toy

Praying to heal this burning desire aside

My spirit is not at ease

Hidden faraway, in our secret world

Flowing inside your seductive river

Knowing that, with you, my devour 

Eater of my lucid anger, my danger

I don't have to count pennies and things

In this world of constant fees

I shall confess for all the world to hear

Right in this wrong place I stand, here

It was not a pleasant marriage we had

Not, after our dodgy dubious divorce

My spirit is not at ease - lover, my ex

This toting feeling in my conscious -

Stealing you from your spouse

Is all, but a moving desire, in force

 

STRANGE LOVER

Why did you come, into my heart, lover? 

Knowing the hurt and hate you bear inside

Pouncing into my life with smiles full of love

Pointing all the things that carry no meaning

You, sharing  the fruit of  bareness, in wet lies

Lover you are! Lover you'll be! Lover my only!

The moans that came before the night’s climax

As fake as the hair you put on, after you wax

I really needed you to be you, in all realness

All I heard was talk, spoken by your friends

Your acts were put on, to please those fangs

As you are a copy of everyone else, not self 

Why did you come into my home, lover? 

To rack and break all my hard work, built

Booze, cheating, burning inside badly felt 

Boasting about things that carry no meaning 

You, sharing  the fruit of  bareness, in wet lies

Lover you are! Lover you'll be! Lover my only!

This woman wears the smiles of a strange love

Nothing pains, than opening up to a false face 

Why did you come into my heart, lover? 

Knowing the hurt and hate you bear inside

It could have been easier roaming Hillbrow

Because I see all it’s streets on your brow

BREATHING

I need, pure ground to breathe

A space, where I can be whole again

To take in the freshness, that is air

Without a racist knee on my black neck

I hide behind my mask, not to gain

But in hope that the sun will rise again

Like a jackhammer, my lungs hammer

Something inside me, stammer

A tight engine, shortness of breath

As speechless as a broken Speaker

These lungs are a blade that sheathe

Corona wielding threateningly - a swindler

Taking away beloved ones from loved ones

 A perfect world , turned into imperfection

Like the racist knee that took George Floyd

A duel between precious life - sorrowful death

Yes, like that racist knee on the neck 

Breathing is a humanly hope and  reason - 

ALL LIVES DO MATTER

L. Sakazi Thwala

A LETTER TO YOU, LOVE

A letter to you, Love
Even if I heartedly give
I worry if you are for real
My mind constantly on reel
In this world of frowns and clowns
Wholehearted, I will be tender
For, I can never be a pretender
As many say, I can never give
Even if I see you for you, Love
They argue, love does not bills pay
That's how much their hearts weigh
I cannot deny my heart the need
In your presence my soul can feed
For, I see you, for you
I will, wholeheartedly give, Love

OBVIATION

It is time to disappear –

Into obviation, never appear

A poetic still that has no fear

No persona will never hear

–  High and low with crisp ear  

Like hard water, never tear

–  Sear near nor afar pear

Wear not minds of rear

For no person holds dear =  

A care that bare such blear

–  But bear wears of year

Mannish wears of real fair

With a spear that cake shear

It is time to disappear –

Into obviation, never reappear

A poetic still that has no fear

 –  I swear like yesteryear

To cherish feline as forebear

As Darkness cherishes glare

  

Linda Sakazi Thwala

Occupations: Journalist, Poet and Spiritual Healer

Contact: 0719727764

e-mail: lindasakazithwala@gmail.com