Lost To Discover
lost to discover
i silently stayed silent without talk
snaking through the silence of thought
as i stayed silent without walk
as i stood amid the roar that caught
me for a moment in matter than lot
in my hand the grains of sand i got
through my fingers and hand
as i thought,
how shall the solemn song be sung?
how shall my burial rite be done?
who shall cry for me when i last gone?
whose life were then than now?
what really matters to man than now?
why fear death upon our eyes,
but love to shine upon our eyes?
.. i thought
without talk,
the memory of then emerged
from the night around me
and searched
each corner of life around me
but found me drenched
in many than known about me
like the flowers that matched
the one in my heart to surround me
.. as i thought
silently without talk
i lost to discover beyond desire
i searched narrowly the lines in dire
they hold a treasure, thirst and hunger
scarcely begun to word my lips without anger
and still silent, i thought for a longer
more time than mine with urge,
what did i not express?
how am i not drowned?
i still frowned
to think as i stood to a ground
of thoughts and proud
to do more than then on my ground
i silently stayed silent without talk
snaking my mind,
through the silence of thought
a thought i lost but last to find
and picked myself up to walk
shaking my time
to walk on the next thought
and said to mine,
do more now than then
o' dear abandoned one in thought
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book: 'the mind and the science of life'
book no.13 of 2012
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O' Dear Pebble
the elephants cannot walk over you
the birds and the worth of words over you
but in case they do, careful they ought to be
for yours is the flower that blossom
that which no man can see that either
can them that otherwise not known to you
for you is the strength of mine hands
and so it goes the pebble on my palm
that my eyes caught by the pebbles
and caught by the words
you uttered o' dear pebble
the words you made me walk in thought
the answers some i did not
have until on my hand i picked you
the dances on my palm caught me
dancing to the music
i barely could hear
not that i could not
but the rhythm i tell you
was the soul to my heart in talk
and so were that man that walked their path
that man that looks their path
to see where next to foot step
and endorse my foot print
on the yards of the pebbles
as i lifted my head too
in talk to mine with you
but was in thought of memory
since i had long taken you back home
to see you next in the next day
of existence
as i hope to not to die tonight
rather see you before if i do
for i so in dire need to see you
o' dear pebble of my hand
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book title: the pebbles
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(Better) Done Than Said
(better) done than said
the sounds between the lines
of the words i speak
reminds me of the lines
i spoke in thought and trials
and the lines
within the sounds of spoken word
touched mine heart
mine dreadlocks started skanking in joy
of the music in mine thought
but til done, i thought
next to mine were time and rhythm
for less than never it were missing
the sense to do than say
and mine legs kept me in transit
mine hands touched to pick a way
whence my eyes long seen
besides, talk were amass
done; far less
than which that caught mine
til done, i do and did
done than said
the inner mine person done me
a thought to catch mine power
and grab to proceed a synergy of our
own belief to mine self and stronger
than the sounds behind the lines
of the words i speak
but from the deep lines
of the metaphor, line by talk
with mine hands holding that thought
to keep it moving and done
long before said, as done
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I Miss You
i walk into your heart without fear
i talk within your heart without tear
i hold unto your love; it say
told unto your arms, stay
come towards your eyes not in tear
i said as i whisper unto her ear
your heart beat i feel o' my dear
and the memory it brings so soothing my dear
but..
as i looked a little closer to you
to bring your touch closer to mine
and drift my thoughts in yours same time
i realised 'am so far from you
and all alone; i miss you
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'i miss you'
from 'fallen leaves', book no.11 of 2012 (oct.2012)
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Whence You Left (ed.2)
as the sun shine
to shine
on me by day
and set
by the sunset
to set
my foot, get set
to accept whence you left
the pain in my heart
and the thought
on my mind
the joy in my strength
but the weak in my knees
as moon light stole my innocence
to get
a clear thought
of mine
as the winds blow through my mind
taking away
all the memories on my mind
from my heart,
the energy of emotions to find
a way to my own
and live a life alone
as you never did come back home
whence you left...
a marriage of emotions stubbornly
molested and seduced me
threw me in agony
of thought but a stalemate
as now, whence you left
you never did come back
since you gone
i am all alone
not lonely, but alone
and just alone
with myself
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(Blind) Fear In My Eyes
i looked at my eyes
for the very first time
all i could see
were the blind fear in my eyes
i roared off in the middle of thought
...where is everyone when i need them most?
i asked, not
in grief or anger, in despair may be
on foot, my face and lips all cracked
as i ventured into the jungle, my teeth chattered
in cold but very hot emotions of wondering
how luck could have left me so alone,
i squat to the feeling of nothingness
like a stone falling from a distant heart
and narrowly escaped with my life at heart
tried to suppress my memories at heart
and my blood runs in cold as i recollect
a sudden cry over my shoulder at once
i looked at my eyes again; at once
and spoke timidly to my person's eyes
how hard it were without surprise
of any emotional upheaval to rise
as the wind blew into every crack of mine
and soaked my person to the skin one time
as i looked straight into my eyes
i could see how the grass
and flowers
sprout and spring in intimacy
but pain
within
for all i had w
ere all lost and gone again
like the tiny little butterflies
on my mind
that covered all my thoughts to the end
with misery written all over my face
and looked a sorry sight on my face
i could barely see myself
and still looked blindly at my eyes
at last, and rested
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In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life.
Her house stood at the end of a desolate street.
In the evening breeze her pet peacock sat drowsing on its perch, and the pigeons were silent in their corner.
She set her lamp down by the portal and stood before me.
She raised her large eyes to my face and mutely asked, 'Are you well, my friend?'
I tried to answer, but our language had been lost and forgotten.
I thought and thought; our names would not come to my mind.
Tears shone in her eyes. She held up her right hand to me. I took it and stood silent.
Our lamp had flickered in the evening breeze and died.
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Stay With Me (o' Dear Heart Of Mine)
stay with me
o' dear heart
live with me
my soulheart
come with me
sit with me
talk with me
sing with me
dream with me
o' dear heart of mine
kneel with me
feel with me
smile a joy with me
pain a tear with me
frown with me
but come with me
and stay with thee
dance with me
chance with me
cleanse my heart
and stay with me
o' dear heart of mine
plan with me
journey with me
run with me
walk with me
o' dear heart of mine
brand with me
trend with me
trek with me
pray with me
thirst with me
quench with me
o' dear heart of mine
deal with me
seal with me
not steal with me
but steel with me
care with me
tenderly, humbly
o' dear heart of mine
friend with me
blend with me
mend with me
bend with me
nod with me
unto lord with me
come on board with me
o' dear heart of mine
fear not with me
as far as i see
a life to be
with you and me
o' dear heart of mine
corn with me
form with me
shape with me
tape with me
face with me
race with me
sense with me
nurse with me
o' dear heart of mine
nap with me
not a trap with me
this time
o' dear soul of mine
proud is me
rock with me
my heart
o' dear heart
of mine
map with me
wap with me
come with me
alone with me
stare with me
not to sick me
nor seek me
but stay with me
o' dear heart of mine
cross with me
boss with me
sail with me
rail with me
if i cry
cry with me
when i die
die with me
o' dear heart of mine
cold with me
fold with thee
rainbow with me
shine with me
rise with me
fall with me
stay with me
o' dear heart of mine
share
and care
with thee
o' dear heart of thine
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February 27th
i was born in the month
second to the first month
of the year 1985 on the 27th
a wednesday it were, my day of birth
i was born and blossomed on earth
i shall be gone and faded by death
i was raised from the walks of many
i was chased from the talks of any
i was faced in stare from the looks by many
i was traced to each way of i destiny by plenty
my circumstance were many, mine without penny
still to the moment of circumstance i carry
the wish to my own penny like any of empty
i still deny my heart a chance
i denied my heart a second chance
by the matters of the heart at once
and urge
my heart to the edge
of any that matches
and live
to leave
when gone and faded
by death than hatred
i was born
i would have gone
so alone
with none
but my own
body and soul
and all that knew me,
would have known
that i was born
on my earth strong
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Run My Hand
the thoughts
in me force
me to run my hand over the font
to pen me a thought
and bond
to squat me a poem in thought
like a dream that sucks my sores
between my fingers
and thumb, in scores
of many other thoughts
by the shores
stagger my mind
in awe
as i dig my mind
with the pen on my hand
between me and slightly no end
and stuck within the same band
as the music of the tip of my pen
dance to my fingers and learn
how to write; i knew not until then
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Can I Be With You, O' Love?
dear love, o' love, love
can i be with you, o' love?
can i stay with you, o' dear love?
o' love, love, love
you are the perfect key to every heart
((o' love!))
you are the string to every heart
((dear love!))
you are the peace to my heart
((love, o' love!))
your mood is so emotional
but your love is so natural
you are the wood to my art
to carry me by the walls of my heart
can i be with you?
o' love,
wont you leave and gone?
dear love,
can i talk with you?
pure love,
can i walk with you?
soul love,
you are the need to my wish,
(that is love)
you are the feed to my dish,
(such is love)
you are the strength to the weak,
(o' love)
you are the length to the thick,
(endless love)
can i be with you?
o' love
wondering not but,
is my heart there?
or has it faded?
is it beating?
or has it deflated?
o' how i wish love you were
so close to mine and there
to stone me a love with care
yes, i stare
with eyes of love and share
love with her that dare
to share,
i ask with no one...
can i fall in love
with you, o' dear love?
wont you escape my heart?
wont you run away from love?
wont you fade away from love?
come stay with me, o' dear love
come lay with me, not tear love
some blame with you, but care love
come wave with me, share love
you are the perfect key to every heart
((o' love!))
you are the string to every heart
((dear love!))
you are the peace to my heart
((love, o' love!))
come be with me
((o' dear love))
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book no.14 of 2012
december 2012
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Myth about the self
What is self? Which is self? Who know?
The accumulated thought is self.
Thought lost, the sense of self is lost.
Thought is memory's expression.
Thought is conditioned by dogmas,
Convictions, customs and habits,
Also by experience and knowledge.
Thought lost, memory lost, self is lost.
Self must be an ugly product.
It wants to surge ahead in streams.
It wants to go ahead on road.
Selfishness is its character.
It's self that makes divisions
Among people, faiths and nations.
Self is the cause all clashes.
Self cannot be dislodged from heart.
Self is not the wholeness of life.
One's life is inclusive of self.
Life is the string of creation.
Creation exists without self.
Death terminates one's life and self.
Death does not liberate the self.
Keep the self under the control
More with the brain than with the heart.
12.10.2012
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Life and The Giver
the giver has given to us the life
the art of life
is the science
within the mind
to live
acting as rationally thought
with realness,
pureness,
humility,
tolerance,
dignity,
self-thought/awareness,
self concept
and being in life
(to which at some variance and instance, all shall and must cease to effect at once) : not to just exist, for we all live to die!
'one one cocoa fill basket' - one thing at a time.
'one hand wash the other' - each of us needs the other to live as peeple in oneness.
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Walk With Me (in Nata)
walk with me in this village
walk with me tonight
no holding back anymore
for the cold feet of mine i feel
i tremble in talk
but can not stop the walk
to walk
and link up, and talk
with the humble wise straight-talk
people from nata to njuutshaa
i remember one tebetebe
literally means a butterfly
as she proudly talks and inspiring
so many and much she would talk
a point she would have in (the same) talk
indeed a blessing to me
a blessing to live
a blessing to give
and stay(ed) in a group of this group
for it is so worth it
same again...
let me welcome you to nata
it would have been a night after
a long day of intense community work
from kasane to nata, thereafter
proceeding to njuutshaa
my eyes so wide open like a bright star
met so many kind people, and laughter
on the land of our father
deep in the woodlands of nata
via sepako, semowane and back to nata
blessed people of my father
(i feel) so touched by all this
i can not erase this
from my memory,
i still relate my thoughts
my senses and energy
as you walk with me
a journey of thought in kind
a place so many would find
so barren and clear but a kind
to settle one's own mind
in its epic and blind
at night not to see
the beauty, the people and peace of mind
as amenities you may find
so welcoming, in nata
extract from 'nata' journal.
'footsteps' june 2012 v.7
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
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Had I Not Stayed With You
now i live not a moment of each tear
my eyes so dry to see me clear
for this year
it were all pain of no care
a year
of struggles but no pay
that never did come my way
a year
of plain and square
a season of gain but so unfair
for had i not stayed with you so near
the blame; all within the air
thou lived not in fear
and lived of no fear
with you not so near
the one little voice unclear
crying for me in tear
but help not i offered my dear
distanced by thoughts not with you
and you see not what fits you
but rather dwell in astray to defeat you
had i not shared with you
all that i had with you
had i not admired you
all that i treasured were you
had i not smiled with you
had i not tried with you
memories faded away with you
the roar in your voice;
left me so bare and lame
the soul to mine were not the same
and need(ed) me not with you
but, had i not stayed with you
the history of mine without you
demands a journey to my own
and you not so near
the blame; all within the air
thou lived not in fear
and lived of no fear
with you not so near
the one little voice unclear
as you faded away without care
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'had i not stayed with you'
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Thought It Was Goodbye
Written by ricky, marty & kim wilde
Hello hello hello again
The strangest feelings touch my heart
It didnt cross my mind wed meet again
Wed taken roads so far apart - but...
Just when we thought it was goodbye
Hello hello hello again
The memories drift out of time
The face I used to kiss a million ways
The love I truly thought was mine
I guess we just forgot to talk about it
And so we took the exit sign - but...
Just when we thought it was goodbye
Hello hello hello my love again
We make it seem like our first time
I want to stay inside your life again
To fall apart just seems a crime
And when we thought wed closed the shutters down
And we had nowhere left to start - but...
Just when we thought it was goodbye
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It Shall...
do you realize how it all began
and so did it end?
for all when it starts,
so shall it end
my friend.
the book cover read in part...
'how you made it not'
and i thought for a sec it were...
'how you made it hot'
the inclination were on
the interpretation of the two,
but to carry on
with life; not doubting you.
do you realize how it all will end
and so did a money you spend?
so shall it end
my friend.
be howsoever you want to
but a corn you need to
plant to
feed your hungry belly as you want to.
a life with no meaning
is a lifeless life,
so live a life
with a meaning.
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Just there
Between two who are talking;
above two who are silent;
in the listening
after wisdom spoken;
the moment as the pen’s put down;
the moment after the book is lowered;
between two thoughts;
just before speech;
as cup’s put back on saucer;
knife and fork sing plate;
just before the inward breath,
and just after the outward breath,
between the warm memory
and the fond association;
just before the smile is smiled;
when the last tear has dropped;
just as silence forgets sound;
just as stillness forgets movement;
as all thought surpasses thought
as if no thought had ever been;
the moment before music starts;
the moment after music ceases;
the moment before words come;
just before the poem speaks;
between the listening
and the hearing;
all these gathered in your heart
just before you give it name.
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Please Be Quiet
He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.
She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.
For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.
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I bid farewell, to my reflection in the well
Looking for a lease on life,
I turn and turn around.
I thought I was not lost,
but neither am I found.
I thought that I was safe,
within this barrier,
Then I did not realise,
I fell prey to my own fear.
The fear of unpredictability,
the fear of the unknown.
The fear I thought had quelled,
and yet had even grown.
In finding what I thought I wanted,
I lost myself indeed.
Now I need to lose again,
in order to succeed.
What shall come to pass,
only time will tell.
But now I bid farewell,
to my reflection in the well.