MUDIWA WEPAMOYO

Ndorangarira mazuva aye tichidana pedyo nerwizi
Mhepo yaivhuvhutira tigere zvedu paruware
Shiri dzai pururudzira runako rwako sengirozi
Ndichizevezera mashoko erudo kuti iwe ufare
Mhiko ndaitsidzira kuumbira ramangwa pauri mudiwa
Kusvika kumagumo emazuva uchava ndiwe mambokadzi wepamoyo
Ndaivarairwa nemafemero ako urere bunde-bunde pachagu chipfuwa
Ganda rako rayivedza izwi rako muhope ruchindiimbira karwiyo

Pauno pepuka wondinyemwerera, wandigona, ndopfachuka nerudo
Waive chishamiso chisvusvura ndadya chemoyo wangu
Izwi rako rinyoro nyoro mundangariro rino nyorovesa hana waiva rudo
Ndai shereketa ndokumbereka ndichi tsvaga kukufadza nezviito zvangu
Mashoko erudo ndinewe anodakadza pfungwa kwauri ndovimbisa chirango
Asi nguva ndimadzongonyedze usipo uye kana tiri tose
Shungu dzeupenyu wakanaka dzondifambisa nerima iwo masango
Usa ndichityire nokuti kurudo rwedo ndakavimbika zvachose

Chengera goni remoyo wako usayevedzwe nezvino pfuura                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       Kwauri ndinodzoka ini ndiriwako handikurase vimba muyangu hana

Kushamwari nehama ndakatopambadza usarase tariro nekuwanda kwe mazuva
Asi natsa kuti havasi vose vanofara kutiona tichidana
Ndingave murombo mumusha mangu hamhuna zviro zvino shamisa
Asi ndinovimbisa kukuriritira nekukufadza kudzamara tasiyaniswa nerufu
Zvisineyi handingavapo nguva dzose kudzivirira zvamanzwira moyo wako simbisa
Kuti rudo wako ruwane huremu nokuti rudo rwinotoda uve nemoyo murefu

Ini usandityire nokuti shungu dzangu dzakatoperera pauri
Handichadzokere kumashure nyangwe tikatadzirana handikurase moyo wakatopfava
Nyeredzi yangu, tsvarakadenga isina yenzaniso kubvira kare ndichida iwe shamwari
Dai zvaibvira taivaka pedu tega kuti moyo ugara uchifara serusvava
Ndoyeva chako chimiro tsime risina magumo
Ndofefeterwa muneramangwana nezvose zvatichava zvachose
Wadiwa wepa moyo

MATTERS OF THE HEART II

Like an abortion in a latrine pit
My presence disgust them to spit
The moon is full and cold winds blow so i howl like wolves
Cast away for my voice will not be silenced by propaganda tools
How can i be positive when life feels like a set up
The quest for emancipation like Kunta strengthens me up
My soul, a victim of societal homicide
The event of my demise will be harold a suicide
Peace? what peace? whose peace in a psychotic society
In the abyss at the belly of the beast i lay, crippled by anxiety
I quench a thirsty soul from the drools of its feast
Scars of a gladiator yet i bare no swords for the skulls at my feet
My palms are stained with virgin blood the exchange for my breath
Alas, the dust-laden whirlwind brings the scent of death
Will the sea part when the chariots seek after my soul?
Perhaps I've strayed too long and life has taken its toll
Matters of the heart echo like a distant drum
They fall on deaf ears and hearts that are numb

MEMOIRS FROM THE GRAVE

I wanna wake up and not know where I'm going
Without a sense of direction or purpose like the wind blowing
Free from burdens of yesterday without care for where I will lay
To defy those in high seats and rediscover my own existence
Empower my will to live not to just survive in the shadow of pretense
So I can soar like an eagle That I may rise above that which is evil

I wanna wake up to the untamed stubbornness of Bucephalus
Wild and free as the earth bows in utmost novenas
My name to live on every tongue long after the death knell has but rung
That my soul be freed from the shackles of death and the jaws of the grave
A champion of fate, a black panther, for I am he who is brave
I wanna wake up and not know where I am going

TRAPPED

In your absence I became a pale shadow of who I once was. I feel and watch my mind wrinkle and die.
If I could dream of you while I lay upon a rainbow
Perhaps you’d spill over from one dream onto my pillow.

But I’ve become a prisoner shackled to your absence,
Stripped of freedom, I’m a slave to my own sense
Dreaming with a broken heart. I’ve tried to heal the Pain, but a heart never breaks even. I barely breathe,

When my heart wakes up to missing you, I guess I was Never ready for goodbye. Even if I was, I’d hold on to us
I’d still believe in the nights we dreamed and shared
When you held my hand in sweet confidence and cared.

What do I do with the emotions that burnout after you,
I hoped in time you’d trust that my intentions are true,
But you allowed these hopes to build up only to close in on me. I tried to be strong but I am trapped now that you gone.

You still are all I am every moment I look into your eyes on my wall
I guess I forgot how to live without you. A lonely tear may fall
And sounds stop for more than a moment so now I drown all my misery in alcohol
I am trapped without you my mate and my better so

DEAR WOMAN

You are a rose that budded slowly from a concrete world.
Darker might be your petals,
Because the world you come from is hard, no need to be told.
But deeper are your roots.
So unlike the rose from rosarians, you will live longer,
Your beauty shall never fade,
For your roots will always find the waters to quench your life.
So keep your head up.Don't be afraid.
Remember that thorns on a rose, like the petals,
And the scent on it,
In no way less make the beautiful essence of a rose too.
So keep your head up, you still precious.
You neither an artificial rose, because you are not man-made.
You are natural because nature is you.
Dry your eyes, don't waste the precious waters that refresh your beauty.
Remember, the little working ant seeks your shade
So keep your head up.

PLACE OF MY BIRTH

Mother of us all, place of my birth
She has been stripped, she has been beaten, and she has lost her worth
Her womb has been poisoned from the rape of her soul
Mother of us all, place of my birth
She has been shackled and shot down like a kitchen kaffir
If you listen you can hear her cries, bitter than ever
Mother of us all, place of my birth

Mother of us all, place of my birth
Man made myths; distorted reflections of the truth, keep her isolation
Her seeds have scattered violently in winds of desperation
Mother of us all, place of my birth
Cursed form the semen, conceived without a future or a tomorrow
We all bear witness as she nurtures a cradle of sorrow
Mother of us all, place of my birth

Mother of us all, place of my birth
How can we stand aside and witness while she bathes in shame
Some robbed her of her beauty, some say she is beyond redemption
Mother of us all, place of my birth

KINGS OF SORROW

Our Christmas never sings any carols,
Birthdays now the worst days never blow any candles,
Nothing seems to grow besides the anger,
Hard times quickly turn a family member into a stranger,
Love is scarce like money, for too many souls are poor at heart,
Scavenging for the ‘green paper’ willing to watch families fall apart,
Who do we run too? We are just Kings of sorrow,


Uncertainties of our existence are reflected in schools,
Sponge-like bodies filled with inebriation nurture carrions of fools,
And you wonder why our grave yard never seems to have an end?,
Mother earth bleeds from disrespect and she swells into hills of sand,
For silver and gold her children are ripe for destruction,
Hypnotized by the wand of foreign currency sleep walking to destruction,
Kings of sorrow conceived without a future or a tomorrow,


The day, when he comes, is teemed with corruption and depravity,
His image on public walls a painful reminder of our captivity,
Pot-bellied man rally behind him with their semi-literate media,
The hands that crown their laurels puppet with no idea,
Military minded hovering over the youths like an evil spirit,
Their foul breath of infidelity oozing serpently from the pulpit
You call him a Black Hitler, you hypocritical Kings of sorrow.


Kings of Sorrow, Kings of Sorrow, cursed from the semen,
Born to this grave yard morass of a situation,
The pang of the cradle robber our first sensation
At the mercy of your wrath we wait, AMEN.

WHO WE ARE

What we dream is what we own
What we own is what we achieved
What we achieve is what we love
What we love is what we become
What we become is what we treasure
What we treasure is what we live for
What we live for is what we have


How well we have is how well we give
How well we give is how well we believe
How well we believe is how well we speak
How well we speak is how well we impart
How well impart is how well we seed
How well we seed is how well we grow
How well we grow is how well we share


When we share we learn to care
When we care we learn to forgive
When we forgive we learn to unite
When we unite we learn to build
When we build we learn to understand
When we understand we learn to love
When we love we learn to inspire


Inspiration can become our tears
Tears may become our fears
Fears may become our strengths
Strengths may become our trials
Trials may become our victories
Victories may become our testimonies
Testimonies beyond a doubt become who we are

DEATH

Blessed are they who shall die from suicide
Maybe life is better on the other side,
Pour out some liquor for Adam and Eve,
Who to whom we owe the gift of death so why grieve,
Death is such a beautiful thing ask the man above,                                                                    
Ask the woman whose been battered and bruised in the name of love,
Polish your pistols because I'm suicidal don't shed me no tear,
Overdose of  hell while drinking liquor when I lay here,
Take a look picture a man on his last stand,
If i die tonight not a single soul would understand,
I'm sick of this psychotic society and waiting for a hero save me,
Oh well who cares perhaps God will have time to set me free ,
So I relocate to the cemetery maybe love will show up at my funeral,
How long will they mourn me? my life will just be another numeral,

THE STORY OF MY LIFE

A life filled with abandonment,

A past i cannot trace the roots,

The present that is never pleasant,

A future blurred in uncertainties,

A mother i never had but lost when i was five,

A father who never cared though he was alive,

The whispers that silence my joy,

The hope that dies a still birth,

A life never certain led behind an iron curtain,

The love that i gave received the mushroom treatment,

The sweat that cooled my toil never was good enough,

The pang of isolation that nurtured a dwarf,

A home for me that never sang the psalm,

My pointless collection of body parts,

My shadow a walking contradiction,

I'm feeling lost and uprooted to those i love the most,

My desperation to belong a harrowing thought,

My emptiness that has no title,

My emotions uncertain like the end of a rifle,

I'm sold to this void and my heart fails in its cold,

I don't think i will have dignity in death,

I don't believe I've gained an identity from my birth,

I'm sorry i was never what you expected me to be,

I'm the story of a wondering bee,

May God excuse the misuse of his breath of life,

But the goad i experienced nurtured me to die by the knife,

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TRIBUTE

She is amzing and loves in all that she does
Ever strong with her inborn love. In all she does,
She rejuvinates hope to life and everything is set right.
She is the pillar from which the family finds support and light.
Her love seasons all tension between with amazing care,
Those wrinkled expressions are proof of burdens she has had to bare,
There is true beauty in her masculine-like courage,
Through it i have drawn the strength to break all barriers and bondage,
Though hope may burst miserably like soap bubbles,
Her smile knits all family loops and eases all troubles.
She is strong and full of victory like an African lioness,
Always devoting herself with the affection of a tigress,
She exhausts herslf that we might find rest,
To us she has bequeathed nothing short of her best.
Though beauty may have given into maturity and age,
Her smile has never betrayed her intened message,
The word love has a particular reasonance in her,
One that lasts and cannot be captured in pictures or words but through her,
I've nested in her protective shed now i am ready to endeavour,
Against strong winds my wings may fail but her lessons of life give me more vigour.
She had the patience of an alchemist and through the years i turned to gold,
She committed to something greater than self- life devoted to God.
Just like the sun its maridean glory; far though it maybe but gives warmth and life,
I contemplate on her warmth the only tangible aspect of my life,
OHH the pain of loosing her furtively gores my hope,
Until the end of time
Diluted in me is Susan Vengesa

I REMEMBER

I REMEMBER WHEN IT RAINED AND I TOOK YOU OUTSIDE, PICKED YOU UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RAIN AND TWIRLED WITH YOU. I REMEMBER THE WAY YOU LAUGHED AND SMILED AS IF THE WORLD WAS YOURS. I REMEMBER THE WAY YOU SCREAMED IN JOY AND HELD ME CLOSE WHEN THE HEAVENS ROARED. I REMEMBER YOUR WET HAIR AND HOW IT SEEMED TO HIDE YOUR FACE AS I RAN MY FINGERS THROUGH IT AS IF IN SEARCH FOR MY PERSONAL LEGEND.I REMEMBER THE WAY YOU LOOKED AT ME, I FELT YOUR HEART BEAT, YOUR BREATH, AS IF WE CONNECTED BY SOME KIND OF BOND AND I COULD SEE YOU...SEE INTO YOU. I REMEMBER YOUR WET CLOTHES AND AND HOW THEY BROUGHT OUT THE SHAPE OF YOUR FRAME, YOUR CURVED HIPS AND...YOUR FIRM BREAST...MY JOY..MY ALL. I REMEMER HOW THE RAIN TASTED OFF YOUR LIPS AND HOW I WISHED THE MOMENT WOULD LAST MUCH MORE THAN JUST A MOMENT. I REMEMBER I OPENED MY EYES AND THE RAIN HAD STOPPED AND YOU WERE GONE...EVERTHING IS TWISTED NOW, WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES AND SEE YOU IT FEELS AS IF IT IS THE REAL WORLD, AND WHEN I OPEN THEM THAT IS THE DREAM...

I DONT GIVE A FUCK

Let it rain let it drip, but i will never let it slip
Raise and crack ya whip, i'm building muscle i'm not weak
I slave for you in the day, and map out my path to freedom while you lay
All eyes on me i'm a child of God, black is the pride of my skin so i carry a piston rod
My race my condition my existence, i'm a mance to society rich folks brand me a nuisance
Until i receive respect  my mind is an art of war, baggy pants and bandanas always toe-toe with the law
What else can a brotha do, the system is a set-up gotta survive for me and my crew
The good die misunderstood and young, so the event of my demise beacons from the barrell of a gun
I can't excuse the life of sin, but do not cast me your stones you don't know where i've been
If struggles make a man i guess i'm an army, i must be raising hell coz these demons just swarm me
No meat in my pot i'm a vegan, serve nothing but soul food i'll be the last motherfucker breathin'
On an Obama set of mind "Yes I Can", gettin goals accomplished while enemies fail like John McCain
I keep the family close and map out the rules, can't trust friends these days everyone's just a pack of wolves
When its all said and done if i suck, I DON'T GIVE A FUCK

SHE

She dug into the dirt of my life
And she was the alchemist to the diamonds of my soul
She will always be the Taj Mahal in my life
Reminding me that with love things will be alright
She taught me the art of contentment
That not every seed i saw will grow
But its those that sprout that matter
She helped me appreciate the beautiful aspects about life
Essential qualities to becoming a social being
She showed me why the comfort zone
Though pleasant, will never make me grow
She beaquathed the greatest happiness every soul seeks
That is the conviction you are loved no matter how the world looks at you
She read with me the greatest book written for man; The book of Love
For in the days of her life love is all she knew
She stepped out of the way that i might risk the fall
Through it i learnt  courage is fear that has said its prayers
She spoke with candour always
And i learnt that the truth is not always beautiful
But the quest for truth is
She shared tears of joy sometimes of pain
And with every drop that fell i learnt a rainbow always follows rain
She planted deep rooted secrets in me
And with the test of time its our hearts that remaind stronger
She laughed with me, her smile, her puffed cheecks, always site to see
And each time ther was always twice the fun
She prepared and nurtured my manhood always anointing me with prayer
Today i am the man that i am because she was The woman
The woman who spoke up, embraced lifes challenges with strong arms
Without her life would have been so meaningless

THESE ARE MY WORDS: MATTERS OF THE HEART

Like an abortion in the toilet pit
My sight disgusts them all they want to do is spit
The moon is full and cold winds blow so i howl like the wolves
Doors shut in my face when i try and fit-in i guess folks changed the rules
Now how can i be positive when life feels like a set-up
I can't seed anything, i was underhanded, i bought a swamp
If its hard being a man of color in this psychotic society
It doesn't get any easier living on a spirit crippled by anxiety
When will this misery end? Sometimes i just want to fly away
Perhaps the misery will end me someone already sent a bouquet
When the curtain closes my sins i will have to atone
Dear God can you hear me? are you there or you are already gone
Uggh, i drove to the cliff last night i was ready to die
Overdosed on something but i stood there all i could do is cry
I wish you were here, you would know what to say or do
You've been gone a while now, i heard you are now grave's stew
Curse the night i was conceived i'm not angry at God i'm just bitter
Oh well who worries about heaven or hell when they're not begging for their life either
Don't ask me to apologize for what i say, how can I
No one wanted to understand how i felt, everyone turned a blind eye
So you seat on high tables and judge whether i'm right or wrong
I'm not listening, middle finger up you can keep walking along
I suppose when you die that's when you start living
People begin to miss you and in their minds you'll be still breathing
Can't dream of a better day than when i lay in my casket
Black suit, white shirt, black tie, looking like meat in a basket
It will rain on that day as my words echo over the distant drum
If the rain don't stop, you can bury me in a slum
These are my words

REASONS

I have reasons why i want to see you everyday
To pray that the wind will bring you my way
Even though it might just be your essence in the air
I have reasons why i need to hold you close my dear
To always remain delightfully close to nimble at your ear

I have reasons to converse with you till the sunrise
To lay restlessly waiting for you my sweet surprise
Even if  we just have to say hello
I have reasons to scream your name into the night
You say I'm crazy, i say the feelings are just right

I have reasons that ignite me like a fire when we kiss
Why the fusion of our lips is an ethereal bliss
Even if it be a kiss bereft of a tomorrow
I have reasons why my love is an ocean of never ending depth
Your presence, in thought or entity takes away my breath

I have reasons for feeling the way i feel
A life, a day, even a moment without you couldn't be real
I found you and i found happiness
I love who you are, its who i am
I have reasons because i have you
My pray is that you feel the way i do

WHAT WOULD I DO

What would i do, what would i really do without you
I'm wide awake falling to pieces just sad and blue
I see you in my mind so i talk to myself something i never believed in
You say bad things happen and things dont always workout for a reason
So you're loading your suitecase i'm loading the blame; we both still bleeding
I wanna throw my fist at the wall but i'm on my knees still pleading
What would i do, what would i really do without you

What would i do, wat would i really do without you
My heart wakes up to missing you and my soul wants to start anew
So i'm going back to where i first met you i'm goin to camp on that street
I will stand my ground they wont move me and when you miss me this where will meet
They say it makes no sense? well wat, wat else can i do? im not moving
I'll do what ever it takes if you come back maybe will could name our movie
What would i do, what would i really do without you

What would i do, what would i really do without you
Where would i've drawn the line between love and being your fool
Now you are half way gone and i'm still here waiting, all alone
The clock seems more alive than this heart of mine thats turning to stone
The lonely miles may separate but you still here and tonight its just you and me
I close my eyes and you disappear I cannot believe this is how it should be
What will i do, what will i really do without you

What would i do, what would i really do without you
This point in my life i've done so many things wrong i dnt know whats real and what is true
I have followed things i'd love to forget and in their shadows i lost you along the way
But you where always hard to hold and when love was tried you never did stay
So who is to blame? Me? You? but this much i believe you should know
I will seek your love  like a man seeks warmth in the coldness of snow
What would i do, what would i really do without you