Conversations with God

Dear God, I am putting my buttocks on the sands of tidiness

But what is the meaning of tidiness?

I am in the bushes of self-search

At times I wonder if I am a spiritual eagle or a donkey

Oh! God, I am part of nature

So nature is a portion of me

I put me to the dustbin and I awaken we

What are we

 

Why do we claim to love you and know you?

Omnipotent- we preach

If we are made in the image of God

Why can’t we do like him

Dear, God I think you are a rebel

How did you carve mother earth?

Beautiful corners and the elegance of flowing waters

Firth of joy- mirth to a conscious soul

 

We die while we brim

Our potential gets buried with us

Like a body that dies with a wound full of pus

Pustike has to be spilled to earth- it has to kiss the cloth

You see god, you created beautiful creatures called women

Cars have hit trees and street light to these magnificent beings

But if man can be in this euphoria of borrowed time and wishes

And at the end persuasion of such a carving;

Can’t man do same unto self

Dear God, what are your limits

I at times do feel like spring leaves crashed by the walker

Maybe all of us do feel so

We can do it for the masses

But we fear to do it for ourselves

If we are made in your image, why do we have limitation

Did we brew them

Who is at the helm of this

 

Dear god, I have given my rhymes, metaphors and similes to the dogs

I am a naked lover in front of a lover

As they prepare for a harvest from their toiling days of search and union

Can you feel my heart- I have lost my genius too if I had any

Can we lose it?

Dear God, sincerity is a holy course

This is a sincere scroll borne from simplicity

Who are we

 

Dear God, are we a portion of you

Or are we your shadow

Are you our shadow

 

 

 

 

The girl’s Dream (Toro)

Dear girl, you are more beautiful than botala jwa letlhabula

But the greenness jwa letlhabula will never buy you your dreams

Tlhogo ya gago has got brains and yet o itlhophela to sleep mo go jone

O itebatsa gore time is going and ka moso o tla bo ore they are gone

Gone mme dilo o di itirile: you stopped dreaming and o itlhophetse go tshela mo ditorong tsa batho

Your confidence o fitlhela e le high e kare o setlhoa o palama sejanaga sa motho

I mean a man without dreams for you,

But you swing your head like you are in eternity: ene a batla seropi only to pass

You are waiting for deliverance and ga ke itse gore moporofita wa gago ke mang

You await someone to put palamonwana on your finger

And then you will have reached legodimong for ka jaana you are still living in hell

They call it trial and error- dilo tsa go lekeletsa

You exit from one car to another and that is your ponelopele

Matlho a gago a kwa morago ke a go bolelela

I don’t know gore o tla helela kae

I want a girl with dreams- mosadi to pay bills and buy anything se a se batlang

Mona ga se toro, ga gago ga se toro wa bora and the situation will get dire

You will tire o bo ore ba go loile but bomatla jwa gago bo tla bo bo loile

Thick to the core like moapei wa pitsa ya mabele a se na yone experience

I mean someone who ties bogobe to the point ya go kgaola mometso

And for you these are sweet moments when you are getting deep into abyss

Bare thuto ke thata but nowadays one girl without dreams does not care

Ka sekolo or about education only to run around le fornication to pay bills

And buy expensive tablets punched with arrogance and diaparo tsa go tura- they call it upper edge

Ba ja kwa ba sa kgoneng go ituelela gone- times are dead

I need a girl with dreams, dilo tsa go lora big things

A lady to build an empire with- go agela bana ba rona boswa

I need a girl who can reason, go rutega does not mean a lady won’t

Be submissive and respect monna wa gagwe before and after tying the knot

I know you are hot but bontle will never satisfy mowa wa gago when you don’t progress

I don’t want to see wena o le in distress so I warn you before o beolwa ka legare

Because you know botshwakga bo illegal

O kae ngwana yo montle ka tlhaloganyo e kgolo?

The girl’s dream- mona ke toro

We need you as CEO’s, CFO’s and all the acronyms tsa go tlhanya

We don’t want you as slaves kwa bolaong ba rapelela sepache le phaletshe

We want you as accountants, lawyers and Mapalamente with integrity and truth

Dear girl, dream on and live sweet life jwa go tsisa monyenyo difatlhegong sa barati le batsadi

Dear letsatsi ke rapelela all the girls with dreams ke re ba thabele o ba bonesetse day in and day out

The girl’s dream khutlong tse nne tsa lefatshe let it shine jaaka re karagana

To the bright future - mosetsana lora go fitlheleng; we need a girl with dreams, dreams

The girl’s dream; toro

The lost treasure

I long to trace the texture of your skin

And find the rough and velvety patches of your soul

I crave to find your wings

My hands are angry and they want to commit acts

Of malicious harm to the cage of the viper

They will call it malicious because dictionaries and laws

Are all theirs and for their nests

Our fields have long been attacked by pests

Where are you

Can you feel my heart-beat

Mine is palpitating and yelling at your congregation

Aliens act in unison, I heard from fables

Before smokes and heinous flames

We were well-heeled as the bees and their honey

I wish my arse could be a mine of honey

Your empty palms make me dig brooks on my cheeks

I am moving within ruins and wretches of souls

My feet are pained by the wrinkles on my people ‘souls

A making stripped off self-spots

But we know a giraffe is of spots

And a zebra is of stripes

All that our palms stretch to hold

And all that it tenaciously clung to

Isn’t a portion of our harvest

We need to cut the poison tree
Does poetry know of colour

As in the rainbow, the snows and tar

Where is our rightful place; is it afar

I try to open inner atoms like a lover

But I want to scroll on these pint size makings

Black slate, kiss my people and feed them with pride

Diaspora’s second death shouldn’t be a miscarriage

Before anything

From the skull-feeders,

As I granted you my spine;

As I take a paw back

The same day.

As I saw you enter

The skull-feeding kraal,

I stretched my arms for you to hold,

In the arms you fell.

I felt your tiny arms and shoulders:

Enclosed into my arms.

I felt warmth.

Even though not for my palms,

I know I crossed to your slides.

Mine slides traversed unto yours.

I held your slides with mine

Like we are one.

Sweet, sweet cherries.

I smelled them.

Soft, cherubic and tender lips.

A man does not want to put a paw back:

A feeling for a bewitched inner atom

As you did perch on my lap

A sister as you were

And me being a brother as I were to you.

I haven’t caressed a book back home.

Not even some belly-fillers.

You just need ink and a page:

A route to relieve feelings from the cage.

Let me lay words on your existence.

Salute you and flatter you.

You are a goddess.

Before anything I honour your existence.

My rainbow

Storms are a womb of beautiful things

I abhor tornados

I do not have a nerve for cyclones

I wish I did not know what weaved you

But you are elegant

A making of the regal houses

I cherish you as a king cherishes her queen

Oh! Oh! Sight occluded world

Angels bow for you

As audience watch in amazement

To the ostriches dancing to the great harvest

And ears thawing to the melodies

I am back to the cradle

I am the calf and you are autumn

You are a cot of beauty

Oh! Shine on and into longevity

Beauty, does it know of brevity

I love your reds, blacks and purples

But greatly I adore your green shades

Oh! Clouds oh!

You are aloof

Sway your feet down

I want to touch

You are my torch

You inebriated my soul

So god gave you eternity

Severed

Are we really cut off free?

Distant shores captured you.

Do you remember my serenades for you?

My only source to meeting you right now is

You is my blue compositions.

Albeit the million fishes,

My hand cannot throw

The hook into the streams.

Where did we go wrong?

Fingers point pointers.

Are we not fighters?

Did we not revel in one another

As the roots adore the ground?

There are million routes for us to meet.

Did I shear them off?

Or was it your hands?

But my dear I want to tell

The truth as bold as it is.

I and you are not supposed to abhor.

If kisses made us to hate, then I return them.

Wipe your mouth and call my name.

Will we not smile at one another when we meet?

No, we cannot bite our lips dear.

Are our bonds terminated.

Myriad pieces ahead

What can I wish

If I could dethrone god I would

I will just say a little prayer

To direct torrents of saccharine unto your routes

It is another day

A reason to smile

I wish you were born eight times

There is no problem, octagons and pentagons are cronies

May the sun glitter only for you as it does to the fruits

When they are about to ripen and fill bellies

The clouds, may they gather to irrigate your dreams

The keepers of the farms may they guard your possible capitulations

Against the unholy weeds- hoe the possible destruction

Trophies of eternity, palms long to hold into longevity

They say whatever you lay hands on usually acclaims itself to you

Gods of touch, beware of your hands and hearts

Jasmine, keep on releasing your sweet scent

Feed and fill mother earth with sweetness

In return sweetness will kiss your lips and palms

Find total growth; spiritually, mentally, emotionally and material growth

Beat the towers, the sands and the atoms of the air we breathe

Breathe into eternity and so shall your paws tell

Keep on throwing your spell to mother earth

Kiss souls and be their hearth

Happy birthday

Receive your hay

Clutch for your pay
And in time you shall harvest

Kisses of fire and humility

Learn and you shall know eternity

Kisses of sacrifice unto your hands- god may you bestow them unto her

God give her as her good intentions desire